The wind blew from the window and slightly tossed the blankets covering his body. The sunset to his right was as striking as ever and it left him a feeling of nostalgia. How many sunsets has it been since the war had ended? He had lost count. But for sure it was many enough to make him taller than her, bigger than her but never wiser.
Jonah glanced to his left. There, a goddess laid beside him. She was as white as the moon fox but looked as heavenly as any celestial being. She slept tightly with her head resting on his arm, using it as a pillow. Her body covered by only a dress shirt and a pair of underpants revealed her smooth skinny legs and appealing curves. It would heave up and down in a relaxed manner and her glossy pink lips would part ever so slightly with every breath. Her stature would always be bright and confident in front of her teammates and business partners but today, at this moment, she was curled almost like a ball.
The most powerful being in the world today can't be this helpless.
But this was a side of her that only he was entitled to see and that had made the boy both proud and worried. Worried because it might be a responsibility he could not carry out. Worried that the pressure might make him snap because of the trust that being put to him. Worried that someone else might see this side of her.
But all that was outweighed by his pride. Because above all, he was proud, happy, joyful and thankful that he was the only one who can see this sight.
One glance at her and it made him realize how much she meant to him and how he would always cross whatever fire to protect her. It might just be her pulling his strings but he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. Seven years of knowing her and it had already made him acknowledge that fact that he will always be played with by the woman in front of her. Even so, he didn't mind.
He moved closer to her, but gently as to not awaken her. Her body cringed for a moment and a quiet moan escaped her lips but that didn't stop him. He brought his free hand to her face and caressed her cheeks. His finger outlined her eyes, her nose and her lips—all of them being effortlessly smooth against his rough skin. He couldn't take it anymore so he inched closer and brought his face as close as possible to hers. He dug his hand to her hair and touched her forehead with his.
Then, with his own, he grazed her lips.
Her breathing was as docile as ever and she hasn't cringed anymore after the first time so he grazed it again. He slid it back and forth while his hand played with her hair. And then he went for the kiss.
He met her lips gently and with ease. His hand had already stopped messing with her hair and only held the back of her head. He pinned her upper lip with his lips and then released it, only to kiss her lips again. He raised his head and kissed her forehead, then her eyelids and brow then went back to her lips.
He held his kiss this time and didn't back away. His lips were only just touching hers without any kind of additional motion. Silently, he tried to match his breathing with hers, all the while not letting go of the kiss.
He wondered if he would ever let go.
How many sunsets has it been since the war had ended? Jonah had lost count. But for sure it was many enough to make him taller than her, bigger than her and much, much more demanding.