The Revenge

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Sometime later they were done eating, and no longer wet. Emma put the dishes away while Noah cleaned the living room.

A hand slipped around her waist and she was thrown upside down and Noah chuckled.

"Noah! Put me down. What in hell are you doing?" she groaned. "I'm tired, Noah." She whined.

Soon they were outside his room and he kicked the door open and then shut it with his foot. He threw Emma on his bed as she grumbled curses at him.

He climbed on top of her, a smirk on his face, his eyes glinting with mystery. He held both of her hands above her head. Her eyes widened and her breath jerked as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Noah, what are you doing? Stop." She demanded her heart beating at a high rate. But there wasn't any panic. She trusted that idiot for some reason and knew he wouldn't do anything wrong or so she thought.

He dipped his head and she turned hers, he kissed her cheek lightly, leaving his lips lingering there for some time. Then, he dropped beside her, chuckling softly as he turned to face her pink face.

"I am going to forcefully cuddle with you. And there's no getting out of it." He announced cheerily as she glared at him. He pulled her close by her waist and rested his heads against hers as she mumbled, "I'm too tired to argue but I still hate you."

"Of course you do." He muttered examining her face. Plump red lips, red cheeks, big eyes, she was lovely. She closed her eyes went into slumber, lightly snoring.

"I will protect you with all of my life." He whispered.

"Hmm... me too." She mumbled half asleep, snuggling into his chest. He pulled the covers over them and instantly was knocked out. She's too soft.

                                                 thank you for reading!! the room up there.