Noah kept his eyes on her the whole time. He marvelled at how someone as amazing as this could ever want him..
A Lady In Armour // one-on-one // closed
Myrah gave him a small smile. How could this amazing man be willing to stay with her? How could she convince her parents?
(Merry Christmas if you celebrate!)
He hesitated before asking a question. “How are we… going to break it to your parents?”
(Merry Christmas if you do too!)
"I have no idea," Myrah said with a sad sigh, "We could wait until they have no choice, but to coronate me. Then once I'm queen we can officially be together. Except I don't when that's happening."
:D
Noah sighed despondently, running his hand through his hair.
:D
"Hey, I'm sure I can work something else out," Myrah said in a kind loving tone, "It will just take a while."
Owo
Noah nodded, reaching towards her. He pulled her up against his side, kissing the top of her head lovingly.
Myrah blushed slightly as she was pulled against Noah. She had no complaints about it though.
He wrapped his arms around her securely, continuing to trail kisses down the side of her face.
Myrah giggled slightly at his kisses. They tingled along her face. She didn't want him to stop.
Noah gently kissed her jaw, grinning. "You're so soft…"
Myrah giggled even more, "Your lips are all tingly."
“Are they?” He laughed softly and pulled away.
Myrah nodded as she hummed, "They are."
"Is that a good thing?" He acted like he didn't already know the answer.
"Extremely good," Myrah said with a smile.
At that, Noah leaned in again to kiss her temple. "Good."
Myrah giggled once more smiling up at Noah, "Perfect."
He continued to press kisses against her skin, his mouth full of promises he was determined to keep. "I love you.."
Myrah closed her eyes just letting her skin absorb his promises, "I love you too…"
(Do you want to skip?)
(Yeah.)
To when?
(Ummmm whenever.)
Oof
Uh that night?
(Suuuure.)
That night, Noah was anxiously doing rounds of the bedroom, trying to figure out how he could sleep and guard Myrah at the same time. The answer was that he couldn't. Therefore he should sleep as little as possible. Where am I sleeping anyways? he wondered to himself. There's only one bed..
Myrah was sat on the bed playing idoly with a free strand of hair. Her eyes were glued to Noah making his rounds, "What are you thinking about?"
"Hm?" His head snapped up. "Oh. I was just wondering about sleeping arrangements?"
"Hm?" His head snapped up. "Oh. I was just wondering about sleeping arrangements?"