Can't Smile Without You...

Chapter Eleven: Jealousy

***3rd POV***

Christine spent the next couple of hours walking around with Myers, Nuada opted to stay in her room.

They caught up, she told Myers all about her time in Africa, her other adventures. She even tried explaining her situation with Nuada, Myers understood. He and Christine were friends before anything else, he didn't mind...he was happy if she was.

"So...you've kissed him." Myers asked as they walked.

She nodded. "Yeah, he wasn't shy before, so I don't understand why he's so afraid." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alright...he's prideful, dedicated and obviously head over heels...So! Could you try making him jealous?" He suggested.

"If I tried making him jealous of anyone, they would die. Painfully so." She shuddered.

"Then show off." Myers chuckled.

She eyed him quizically. "What do you mean?" She asked awkwardly.

"Chris, you're hot. A few thousand years old or not, he's still a guy." Myers smirked cheekily and Christine blushed a bit.

"Specify before I punch you, John." She said bluntly.

"I'm not saying walk around naked, Chris! Just pull the old tricks. He's staying in your room, right? Wear one of his shirts or do something cute, that's easy for you, so just show him what he's missing by ignoring you." Myers explained and her blush darkened.

"He's like four thousand years old and a warrior...he's not gonna be swayed by adolescent teasing." She tried to sound logical.

"Does he have a dick?" Myers suddenly asked and Christine stopped, staring at him with wide blue eyes, her mouth agape.

"If so, then he won't be able to resist. Trust me." He laughed.

They kept walking around, she remained red faced at the thought...

***

Myers walked Christine back to her door, Nuada opened it as Christine hugged Myers goodbye. She kissed his cheek. "I'll try what you said...I hope it works. Later, John." She smiled and walked into her room passed Nuada who was glaring at John.

The two were alone when Christine went to her bathroom. "Listen, your Highness...Christine loves you, she explained your whole situation. If you think that never touching her again is a way of protecting her from getting hurt...you're wrong. She feels rejected...that is hurting her more than anything." Myers spoke plainly, a friendly tone in his voice.

Nuada growled. "She told you that...? I'm not rejecting her in any way, I'm-" Myers cut him off.

"You say that you love her, she loves you back...but then you refuse to even comfort her. You give her more grief by refusing to even hold her hand or hug her. Chris wouldn't give a shit if you stabbed her in the face...but if you mess with her heart? She.will.leave." Myers' tone got darker, more stern and serious.

Nuada was surprised as Myers just turned on heel and left. The Prince closed the large metal door and turned to see another stunning sight.

Christine was laying on the couch, on her chest...wearing one of his new shirts. He had left it in the bathroom. A violet and grey v-neck sweater that was far too big for her. If she were standing, the sleeves would hide her hands and the bottom of the shirt would stop at her mid thigh.

Her natural curls were wild, the highlights from fading color made it resemble fire, her tanned skin was only flawed by battle scars that were exposed on her long legs, but even those, to Nuada, were art work. Little lines of cream white or pink in contrast to the caramel color...how he wanted to know every one of them.

The shirt was riding up as well with how she must've landed on the couch, exposing her luscious hips and part of her lower back.

Nuada wanted nothing more than to hold her, especially now...but he just couldn't. He simply grabbed a quilt from her bed and laid it over her as she slept.

He had four people to hate now: Hellboy, Abe, Myers...and himself.

***

Weeks soon passed and Nuada was holding fast to his grip on separation. He would never admit it...but he loved seeing her in his shirts.