Ilya whined quietly and leaned down to kiss him, half to help Nathaniel out and half to keep his cheeks from burning off. "I like you too. So much."
Nathaniel kept grinning. "I'm glad to hear it, strawberry." He let his thumb drift along Ilya's jawline, his own cheeks still quite red.
"Nathaniel," Ilya whined, burying his head in Nathaniel's shoulder. He peeked up after a few seconds, playfully huffy. "You have no room to judge me! You're blushing just as hard as I am."
"I know~" Nathaniel kissed Ilya, his smile lingering as well as his blush. His wings never stopped quivering.
Ilya kissed him back passionately, tangling a hand in his hair to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. "Your eyes are really pretty by the way. I was a little distracted before, but… um… they're gorgeous."
"Th-Thanks… I'm glad you like them." Nathaniel buried his flushed face in the crook of Ilya's neck.
Ilya petted his hair, laughing quietly. "It's no problem? I… I mean they're all gold and green in the light, anyone would say they were beautiful."
Nathaniel kissed Ilya's neck, since the fairy had told him you can kiss someone anywhere you felt like. He propped himself up on his elbows.
Ilya smiled brightly, leaning to the side to give Nathaniel more access. He kept playing with his hair.
Nathaniel eventually pulled away and tried to kiss Ilya on the lips, whining softly when he couldn't reach. "Get down here you tall bastard…"
Ilya laughed, leaning down to kiss him softly. He scooted down on the bed until Nathaniel could reach easily. "Sorry, I forgot you were three-foot nothing."
Nathaniel huffed, but kissed Ilya anyways. "I'm five foot four…"
"Oh my god, I'm half a foot taller than you!" Ilya pecked him on the cheek. "That's just precious. No wonder you're so easy to cuddle."
Nathaniel huffed again and looked away, his blush steadily returning. He seemed to be pouting a bit.
Ilya kissed him gently, pulling away to peck him on the cheek. "What's got you so pouty, Nathaniel?"
"I'm not that short…" Nathaniel said quietly, blushing harder. "R-Right?"
"I mean, you are kind of small." Ilya shrugged, pulling Nathaniel a little closer. "That doesn't have to be a bad thing, though."
Nathaniel sighed and lay his head on Ilya's shoulder. "I can… I can still fight people, though…"
Ilya nodded, reaching up to scratch the back of his head gently. "Of course you can! Just because you're short doesn't mean you're helpless."
Nathaniel relaxed at Ilya's touch. "I guess so… I just feel weak sometimes."
"Well, you're not!" Ilya pulled him closer. "It takes strength to go through the things you have and still come out ready to fight."
"I-I know, but still…" Nathaniel lay his head on Ilya's shoulder, hugging him.
Ilya hugged him back, running a hand up and down Nathaniel's back. "I promise you're stronger than you think. You just need to learn how to use that strength."
"Mm…" Nathaniel yawned and nuzzled into Ilya's shoulder, getting himself more comfortable.
Ilya pulled him closer and yanked a blanket over them so Nathaniel wouldn't get cold. "Sleepy?"
"Always… I'm happy to stay up with you, though." Nathaniel pulled away so he could kiss Ilya.
Ilya smiled softly and leaned into the kiss. "Don't worry about it."
"What time is it, anyways?" Nathaniel gently pressed his forehead against Ilya's, keeping his eyes closed.
Ilya hummed, peeking at a clock on the wall. "Oh, about 9. Maybe 10, time works strangely around here sometimes."
"Mm…" Nathaniel moved his head back to Ilya's shoulder. "Is there anything else you want to do today, love?"
