His hand curled around the back of her neck as he leaned over her arched back, fingers crawling their way into her hair and taking a firm grip as his nose nestled behind her ear.

"Say it,"

He whispered.

"Say my name,"

She gasped between her moans. She had been biting her tongue, keeping herself from saying that. She knew he hated it, he hated the way she said it, as if he was the only person in the world who mattered to her, like he was some kind of God. Her thoughts had ran away with her, she had forgotten what he had asked until,

"Nngh.. Ahh!"

He gripped tighter on her hair and her legs almost bucked beneath her as he pushed harder.

"SAY IT!"

He growled into her ear. Her eyes closed tight and her hands gripped onto the sheets beneath her. She called it out, loud and clear, a helpless cry as she buried her face into the duvet. She felt him finish at her words, one last powerful thrust that left her curled up, moaning with every breath she attempted to take. She hadn't realised he had got up, left her there, whimpering into the sheets. She heard his foot steps circle the bed and then he was leaning over her, a quick kiss behind her ear and some sacred last words,

"Oh, and I want my top back."

[-]

A loud rush of water woke her. She groaned, turned over and sleepily opened her eyes. The bed was empty beside her, she sighed. He was never there when she woke up, she imagined he always woke himself up intentionally early just so she wouldn't be able to have the satisfaction of waking up next to him. Although despite his futile efforts not to have this turn into any kind of 'relationship' he couldn't stop those brief moments during the nights where she would wake up and catch a glimpse of him while he was fast asleep. That night had been no exception. She had stirred perhaps three or four times, waking up to the sight of his pale back twinned with deep dark hair. He would hate the way she saw him like this, his shoulders looked so slender, almost fragile. She almost hated herself for thinking such things of him.

She sat herself up and rubbed her eyes, her mind still half asleep and dwelling on the dreams she had had. Attempting to shake the thoughts out of her head, she ruffled her hair and peered over at the clock. Hm. This was the earliest he had awoke for the whole trip. Perhaps he was anxious about leaving too. She left the bed, tugging at his top that she still insisted on wearing every minute they were inside, trying to make it cover more of her behind than it wanted to. It had been incredibly hot last night, (and that wasn't just down to the activities that had taken place before they had slept) the weather in the town was starting to look up so she had decided on wearing nothing but his top and a pair of pink panties as her sleeping attire. When she had asked him if it made him uncomfortable for her to be wearing so little he had just huffed, waving a dismissive hand towards her and turning over, deciding to sleep himself. He hadn't told her yes so she decided he couldn't be that unsettled by her nudity.

She tip toed round to the bathroom where she could hear the water running and him muttering to himself. She smiled, her cheeks glowing pink, he was adorable with his own little mannerisms and they only made her infatuation for him grow stronger and stronger. She glanced down at the door handle and saw that he hadn't locked it, an open invitation if there ever was one. She opened it slowly and smiled as she saw him standing there. He was half naked himself, his chest exposed as he stood preening himself in the mirror. She walked behind him and sat herself atop the counter next to the sink smiling at him. She saw his sly glance towards her and sensed his discomfort when he saw her smiling like that. She bit her lip and diverted her eyes away, attempting to distract her thoughts with something else. He returned to his business with the mirror, tugging at his hair, willing it to sit a certain way, adjusting his bangs with a comb and sighing every time they didn't sit the way he wanted them to.

How was she supposed to not love him? How was she even supposed to not look at him when he was being so … alluring like this? She swung her legs and pouted a bit looking back to him. "Did you sleep well?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, his brows furrowed in concentration, his hair was an incredibly serious matter, not one to be interrupted with silly morning small talk. She couldn't help but giggle. She jumped down off the side and stood behind him, smiling at him in the mirror. "You want some help?" she asked. He sighed and turned around to her, "I doubt you know how to style my hair." She giggled at him again and took the comb from his hand, "Trust me," she said and placed her hands on his shoulders and sat him down on the hamper where the towels were kept. She combed through his hair several times, adjusting the parting and taking a special care when it came to his beloved arched bangs. After several minutes of her preening and him pouting like a sullen child, she stepped back, quite pleased with herself. She nodded once and declared herself, "Finished!" He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. An arch of the eyebrow as to say, "Hn, I'm actually impressed," was given and as if to answer his silent remark she chirped, "I've watched you do that for almost a week now, you can't be that surprised that I picked it up so easily." She giggled and then skipped out of the bathroom back into their shared bedroom.

She looked around at the room and sighed. She didn't want to leave, this mission had been one that she had enjoyed too much. It hadn't seemed like work, it hadn't been tiring or even that troublesome. Gathering information about the city, working out why so many people had been suddenly drawn to it. The answer was simple. It was a beautiful city, thriving and growing in it's young age. Of course there were finer details that would later have to be written up and sent to several of the officials but they had had no trouble, no conflict, no battles. It was almost like they had been sent on their own private vacation just for the two of them. She smiled to herself, if only that's what it was. Her thoughts were disturbed as she felt him walk by her, "I told you I want my top back." he snapped, his short temper almost lost on her now. She watched him walk over to the window and smiled at him. "You will," she said, sitting down on the bed and grabbing a pillow to place over her bare legs. "I'm just not saying when," she said cheekily. He turned round and shook her head at her. "You're annoying," he told her as he started to gather his few belongings and place them into his back pack. Those two words which he had used to describe her since the very beginning of their 'friendship', once greatly offended her, broke her little heart even, but now it was almost as if it was a secret way of him telling her, "You're okay, I can tolerate you." And that was almost as good as him saying he loved her. For she knew he never would, she had come to terms with that now, he would probably never be able to love anyone but the fact that he could spend this time with her, in the same room, in the same bed! It was more than she could ever have hoped for.

She looked up from her lap and saw that he had changed, ready for the day. She pouted, that would have been her last chance to catch him nude for… well… possibly forever. It was a stupid thought though, to think he would have allowed her to see. Her memories of last night were all she had to hold on to. Though she knew she would be able to tell no one. It would have to stay their secret but that made it even more exciting for her, they had a secret. A secret that he probably regretted greatly but a secret none the less. She wondered even, if she would be able to bring it up with him, talk it over, consider the possibility of another- "Don't." She looked up and he was standing in front of her, looking down with those glowing dark eyes and she returned his gaze with her own startled look, like a scared little mouse gazing up at a majestic black cat before it pounced. "It's not that I don't want to," he said with a slight disgusted curl of his top lip, "I'm just not ready … I need to think it over." Her brows narrowed slightly at him, there was something off about he way he said that, his eyes gave nothing away, deadly and strong as ever, but that waver of his voice, what was he thinking? She didn't want to pry, that was never wise, so she simply nodded once and smiled at him. He rolled his eyes, "You're just sickening," he said and turned away from her. She knew why, she had caught on to a lot of his responses and paired them up with her movements. Her constant happiness disturbed him. He probably didn't understand it, and then when she delved into those thoughts, it only upset her. She hated thinking of his past, it made her stomach churn, she brushed those thoughts off and got up from the bed and started to gather her own belongings.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, she shook her head,

"No, not yet," she said with one of her sickening smiles. He nodded, "I'll be back soon," he said and left the room without another word. Her appetite never rose until later in the day, though he always seemed to be starving the second he woke up. She nodded at the closed door and proceeded to put her belongings into her back pack. She changed her clothes, leaving his top on his pillow, he could decide what he did with it, though she hoped so very much he would let her keep it, he had joked about it a couple of times while they had been sitting in the room of an evening, declaring it was now tarnished, though she took no offence from his remark, it was just his way of talking to her. Whether he actually cared about owning it however, and if it held any sentimental value to him was beyond her. She sighed and zipped up her bag, when he got back, they would be ready to leave.