Unkissed. (Rated R)

90.🐸

Life in the mafia keeps me on my toes for endless hours; traveling to many different countries, exploring the cities galore since I was only seventeen, silently soaking in the exuberance and richness of its culture, while living as a shadow of Gunter, up until now. I could honestly say that, for the first time in my life, I was really intrigued with sudden wonder.

The sky painted in pink, clouds resembling flames, as if it were a twilight portrait, speckles of stars beginning to twinkle brightly just before the night blankets the surface, we return back to the building from previously, and my eyes scan the new field of Aristocratic wealth. Blinking lights guiding the pathway, as if fireflies gathered in a bunch and aligned on a rope. Drifting over the crunching rocks towards the outside mingling guests and popping bottles of champagne. Upon our steady arrival, the Royal crescent of the car captures the attention of a nearby group, their young faces beam and their voices fill the atmosphere.

My hand clenches around the wheel, our arrival was supposed to have been quiet, now my knuckles might collide with someone's jaw if they get too close to her. The screams garnered a bundle of unnecessary attention, even as we make way towards the back of the building where they are to make a surprise entrance, discreetly slipping into their hand made thrones.

I step out first, arranging my cuffs and lapels and headed to the side. Squeals and hoots roaring into the distance along with light applause by the crowd that followed as if they themselves were not celebrities amongst the others. All tension narrowing as I curled my fingers to the handle of Gunter's door, and with the click of the latch the roars elevate. His foot outstretched onto the crunching rocks until he aligns to his full height, the cloak of black drapes lazily behind his back as if he put his own shadow on a leash. Adjusted his mighty crown while glaring out to the cheering crowd proudly, his expression restrained but his eyes were soaking in the chants and praises before raising his hand in acknowledgement.

I await in the silent background, a hand over my wrist as I stare in my shoes, when the tip of his shoes stepped into view, and he mutters. "Let's try and behave mutt."

My eyes sharpen as I rake him up from his feet watching him align his cuffs.

"This is a special night for me. And you'll be good." he recites, clashing his eyes with my cold glare.

Usually, he'd voice his words louder for all to hear, especially if it is at the expense of dehumanizing me, always the loudest amongst the crowd, when the king speaks, all fall silent. He plays his role well, but not in this moment, he kept his pitch low, while showcasing that proud smile. I wondered why he'd chosen to wear a mask, when these people and him were alike. In the end, I concealed my boiling nerves, curling my lips to a dark grin and nodded.

Gunter had stepped forth, leaving behind the true hero of the night, claiming the credit she deserved.

But I focused less on him and waited until he was at arms distance to reach out to her, who still awaits in the car. This stage has found itself to be the most difficult, when me and her are in close distance. Everything in me burning alive, my fingers spasming as I reached out my hand, and in the pitch darkness of the vehicle, her slender hand reached out to me until our palms grasp each other. Skin on skin, our touch met with a friction, one that expels all breath from my lungs, leaving me only in a tight restraint.

Like handling delicate, I move at her pace, pulling her out gently until the twilight captured her eyes, the pink hue of the sky shimmers against her orbs and I swore at that moment I would liquify gazing at her now rosy, brown irises. Loud chants fade to the distance until they muffle in my ears, all that mattered in this moment was the vision before me, Queen Tiana.

My pulse deepened immensely, her touch was warmth, a heavens kiss. Soft, gentle, yet they slightly tremble at my tightening grip. My lips just above her forehead as she stood with such close proximity, daring to look at me with such beauty. A beauty that hugged my soul. Control was left out of question, leaving me only the moment to follow the whisper of my heart -- the one that begs to hold her closely.