She streached upward and found a warm body beside her instead of the cat. She blinked sleepily as she processed the previous night. She was very quickly awake. She was pinned between Fiyero and the wall. As she was trying to decide the best way to get around him, he woke up. He was clearly confused at first, but he smiled at her. "You look pretty, Fae. Beautiful."
Now she wished she had rolled him off of the bed when she had had the chance. "Oh, because knotted hair, sleepy eyes, and green skin is the very standard of beauty."
But he wouldn't be stopped that easily. "It should be," he said, keeping her pinned between him and the wall.
"Stop," she lightly smacked his arm. "I don't care how I look, but I won't have you lying to me."
But he would not be stopped. "I am not lying." He went in to kiss her, but she turned away. "Fae, c'mon now." He kissed her cheek, and moved to whisper in her ear. "I mean it." He pressed his lips to her neck, letting his teeth graze the soft flesh.
She seemed to give in then. He wasn't sure if she believed him, wanted to believe him, or just decided she didn't care, but she opened herself up to him. She laid her hand across his cheek and raised his head so he looked her in the eye. He kissed her, and she let him, not only let him but returned it ten fold.
Because in the end, she decided: it didn't actually matter whether she believed him or not. He looked at her as if she were beautiful, made her feel beautiful. And that was enough.
