Beyond the Shadows || LADS Sylus FanFiction

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»Careful, Kitten...«

He pulls his finger out of my mouth.

»Why? Did I do something wrong?«

I stop myself from smirking.

»You know I could undress you within a heartbeat, have you on that counter and fuck this teasing behavior out of you...«

My breath catches in my throat, although I know I'm pushing him right now.

»The dressing tastes delicous...«

»Glad to hear.«

I know he's still thinking about doing what he just said and I'm thinking about it, too.

But the oven starts to peep and Sylus pushes back from me and the counter.

»Dinner's ready, Sweetie. Have a seat at the table. I'll bring it to you.«

He rounds the counter and takes care of the food, while I'm taking a deep breath to steady my heartbeat again and sit down at the table in the dining area of the kitchen.

Two minutes later, Sylus comes to the table and places a plate in front of me and his own opposite of me. He goes back to the kitchen to get the salad and places it in the middle of the table.

»Bon appetit.«

»Likewise. This looks and smells fantastic, by the way.«

»I hope it does taste quite as good. I don't want my kitten to be unsatisfied...«

His eyes tell me that he's not just talking about the food...

I clear my throat and start to eat, not without a little moan when I taste his creation.

»This is divine, Sylus! You're a great cook. The taste is even better than the smell!«

He smiles softly and takes a bite on his own.

We eat in silence, while a soft melodic classical music is playing in the background and Sylus pours us both some wine.

I have to admit I could get used to this...

Right now I don't worry about anything, although there's so much going on outside this hideaway.

But, sitting here with him, eating and drinking like a normal couple makes me forget about all the stress.

Couple...

We're not even a couple.

We haven't talked about our situation, our past or his confession.

Or my feelings about all this.

And I know it's time.

We need to talk about it soon.

»Are you alright, my love? You seem pretty thoughtful...«

My love...

He started to call me my love since his confession every now and then, along with his usual pet names for me.

And I...

I really like the sound of it...

»Uhm...Yes. I'm alright. I just think we need to talk about everything that's going on. And what we've found out...«

His expression changes a little and I'm not sure how to interpret it.

»Yes. If you want, we can talk about it after dinner.«

I nod.

»Okay.«

I'm nervous about this conversation and don't even know why.

On the other hand it's obvious.

Nevertheless, I need to hear his thoughts on all this and I want him to hear mine.

And...Maybe we'll figure out how to handle all this...together...