My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
Content: flufff, minimal suggestive, some kisses, you're playing hide and seek, established relationship
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You run and shuffle your way through Rafayel's giant mansion. Your breaths already got heavy, but not from hurrying from one large room to another, trying to escape the Lemurian who seems to be always a few steps behind you. It's because you laugh and giggle as the game of prey continues, since your beloved fishie wasn't able to catch you yet. His playfully mocking voice lingers in the air, beside your teasing retorts and snickers, as you evade him successfully once more.
Sometimes you swear you can feel his breath on your neck, and when you turn around, there's nothing. And you hear him calling from the room you just left seconds ago. Rafayel is playing with you; you just know it. There's no chance he lets you slip away again and again that easily. Seems he enjoys this game of hunt as much as you. And it makes you feel alive, all your senses heightened and your nerves prickling with excitement. It's been a while since you felt this alive and joyful.
And with a big, jump-like step, you leap over a clutter of paint brushes and palettes on the wooden floor, heading towards the stairs that lead to the second floor of Rafayel's home. You hear him far behind you calling your name.
"I'll get you sooner or later, Miss Bodyguard! No need to run away from me!"
You stuffle your giggle, trying not to reveal your position and tripping up the wooden stairs. Like a ninja, you tiptoe your way to the upper rooms, avoiding the squeaking spots and being as silent as you can. Let's see if he finds out where you're fleeing to.
Panting at the end of the stairway, you briefly ponder where to head next: kitchen or bedroom?
Catching your breath, you decide on the bedroom. Maybe you can hide long enough in his wardrobe to fool your perceptive fishie into thinking you're not there and making him look elsewhere.
You enter the bedroom and hurry into the adjourned walking in wardrobe without getting noticed. You squish yourself quickly between his expensive suits, and the scent of freshly washed clothes and Rafayel's scent is embracing you, dulling your senses until the fragrance is all you can think of. Rafayel's essence fills your entire being. And that is exactly what you want.
Let's see if his impeccable sense of smell still works here!
You press yourself deeper into the hanging rack, the fiery red dinner jacket with embroidered roses at your left, and another, yet unknown but surely expensive, tuxedo on the right, and try to calm your breathing.
Ha! He will never find you here!
And what timing you have! Only seconds later, you hear his footsteps approaching closely to your position. Damn, he's faster than you expected! How did he manage to come here this quickly when he was a few rooms behind earlier?
"Miss Bodyguard~" he warbles into space. Now, some rustling is dangerously close to your hiding spot. "Are you hiding here now? Tired of running away, are we?" comes his mocking tone from the opposite side of the wardrobe, and then you hear him leaving after he shoved around some of his dress shirts on another hanging rack.
