Judal grabbed Aladdin's staff and booked it, running down the halls and up towards the offices of Sinbad's. His eyes scoured the halls as he ran, prepared to blast anyone with a good ice spear if they came out at him. He knew the brat would never look in Sinbad's office. No one seemed to look around in there, not even the king himself. The man was endlessly having to be tied up in Ja'far's office in order to get anything accomplished. He reached the room and slammed it open, finding the room as expected to be empty. He slid the staff under his desk before anyone saw him, leaping to the windowsill and jumping down the building. He landed on the roof of a connecting hallway, running across that as he headed out towards the front of the palace. He felt the sun shining down brightly on him, his mood lifted as he felt a bit more amusement from knowing that the brat had lost her only tactic at getting rid of him. With that in mind, he dropped down from the roof to the ground, landing easily enough, but something moved in his peripheral vision.

The magi collapsed to the ground in seconds, watching the pink haired prince laughed. His gaze went to the blunt end of Kouha's weapon that had hit him.

"Sorry, Judal. You upset your lover," Kouha told him, bending down a moment before he was pushed aside. Judal watched Aladdin look furiously at the prince as she knelt down.

"You were too rough," Aladdin's face swam over Judal's person. He could have snorted at the way she acted. Yet he decided against it, feeling those arms wrap around him in comfort. He shut his eyes and leaned against her as Aladdin told Kouha off. "You could have hurt him really bad with that! Then what would we do? Don't hurt him that bad! I need him."

"He's fine. He's faking most the pain." Kouha argued.

"Just find my staff please." Aladdin seemed to sigh as she held Judal's head a bit closer to her breasts.

"What does it look like?"

"It's a wooden staff with a carving of a rukh at the top."

The other's voice laughed a bit, "Well that narrows it down since only you and Judal see the rukh normally."

Aladdin's hands stroked Judal's hair a bit as the prince headed back towards the palace. Instead of following after him to help him search, she remained behind, holding Judal close. "I'm sorry," she told him, shaking her head. "I shouldn't have told him to hit you." Judal leaned against her warmth for the first time in hours. His eyes closed as he was once more allowed to enjoy the comfort of her embrace. This was what he had wanted. Better he get the attention than any king candidate. He could feel the baby kicking at him a bit, but he ushered his own rukh to brush against the baby's rukh, calming them.

The hand on Judal's hair stopped.

"Judal."

Judal opened his eyes and looked up at her, "Hmm?" The woman was staring at him in surprise. "He was bugging me while I was getting your attention."

Aladdin stared at him in shock. "How did you do that?"

"He was playing with his rukh," Judal held onto his head as he sat up a bit. "He just needed someone to calm the rukh down and he would stop."

Aladdin was in his arms within moments, nuzzling him closer. "You aren't allowed to leave me alone," she told him simply.

Judal shook his head, sitting up and shaking his head at her. He loomed over her as he spoke, "One moment you're clinging to your wannabe king candidate and the next you're clinging to me. Make up your mind before I make it up for you."

Aladdin looked up at him a moment before rolling her eyes, reaching up with a hand to pull him down and kiss him. Those lips were so soft, her mouth tasting like his favorite food. Judal wrapped his arms around her tighter as he took the taste in, enjoying her back with him. He tangled his hands into her hair. His head tilted to delve deeper. It was hard not to just lock her up in a room and just never let her see anyone. There was something wrong with the way she managed to clear his mind until he was just wondering how long it would take to get her to their room or an open one and take her again.

He picked her up without hesitation, heading towards the building, shooting a glare towards Sinbad who looked over as they entered the palace. He felt Aladdin kiss his neck and he shivered. "Damn it, Chibi."

"That was all I was going to do," she replied, as though that would finish what she had started. Judal quickened his pace a bit and gave her a droll look.

"You didn't let me get what I wanted last night, don't change your mind after getting me excited." Judal pushed their bedroom door open and threw a chair in the way of the door before carrying her across the room. He laid her down only to follow her onto the sheets. His mouth traveled up her belly, over the light fabric covering her small chest, to her neck where he kissed gently.

The girl under him was whimpering in pleasure. Her eyes closing as she felt his mouth on her, she arched up only for his hands to slide up her pants. Judal pulled back onto to move up a bit more, meeting her more than eager lips.

"Jugarlu," his name was a jumbled mess on her lips, calling him to kiss her more. He only replied by grinning, a whole new idea coming to mind. He continued to kiss her once more, but he called to his rukh, feeling them swell to his beckoning, the rukh pressing against her back, her shoulders. Aladdin's eyes flew open, but Judal focused on her favorite part of their play. His hands were firmly on her breasts, kneading them.

She was moaning within an instant, clinging to him tightly. Her nails dug into his back as she held him tight, clawing him. He turned his head to speak to her, "Your rukh were worried about you. You should just say if you need someone to take care of your back for you."

Her hands tightened on him, a wordless whimper being her reply. He beckoned the rukh to warm her back, watching as she practically melted in his arms. Her eyes hovered to a close, but Judal reached down, taking a finger and running it along her entrance. His fingers teased at her, taking their time to feel around her core. Each inch, wet and swollen, aching for him; he stroked. He took his time about stroking it all as well.

The girl in his arms was lost. She bit down on him, unsure probably of what else she could do. Her cries were getting louder, especially when he began to stroke less gently. He slipped a finger into her and took his time to feel around her insides, letting her scream and cry in his arms. Her eyes were glued to his face as he pressed her down to the bed. The pleas that came from her made him want to orgasm in her arms without even climbing into her.

"Please, Judal…. Get in." she stared at him with bright, demanding blue eyes. Her legs opened wider, begging him visually with what he was going to plow himself into. He stared at the sight for a moment, watching her blush as she panted, breathless from him.

He pushed himself in with a single shove, watching her cling to the sheets, her head leaning back, back arching. The moan that she gave echoed through the room with how loud it was, her hands clenched onto the sheets. He could feel her legs wrap around him, but he tossed those over his shoulders, leaving her more open to his ravishing.

His felt her grab him, grabbing him by his braid and yanking him up more. The result made him push deeper into her, getting her to shriek a second before she was kissing him, letting him steal her breath away.

He slid his hands over her thighs as he slowed his work down, letting himself enjoy her insides tightening around him, the feel of her slick heat encasing him. The cries she made reminded him of the rush of war, the adrenaline running through his veins just as strong, if not stronger. He watched her look up at him as though he were a god. His heartbeat quickened further in his chest.

No wonder that idiot king was so addicted to this.

Her voice was crying out so much for him, her arms wanting desperately to hold onto all of him. The rukh around them holding them close together at what was now both their demands. He couldn't look away before he was moving in, capturing her lips and stealing her breath, again and again, until he wasn't sure if he was stealing it or she was stealing his air. He suddenly found he didn't want to breathe. He didn't want to think about anything else.

He pushed and pushed into her, watching as the different angles drove her mad, her feet were in the air from her legs being on his shoulders. He listened to her come the first time and watched her scream his name, her insides clenching around him tightly. He found himself holding back, biting his lip as he continued to thrust into her, he went faster if anything, wanting to make her do this again, stronger this next time.

She looked ready to rip his hair off as she descended from her first orgasm. Her eyes tearing up as she slowly began to rise once more towards a climax. Her hands moved to slide up his arms, lifting his ice cold bangles up his sweating, heated body. The look on her face drifted to a frustrated yet sensual expression, her eyes promising aggressively that this time, she was going to make him scream. He pounded into her as she made that face, taking up her challenge eagerly.

Her nails slid along his neck, making him groan. His eyes widened as they both realized what her fingers there did. She yanked on his braid more, forcing him to come like a dog on a leash. She held his chin with one hand as her lips went to his Adam's apple. Those lips were like fire on him, sending him into a frenzy. He was grasping for time, to hold onto the pleasure that threatened to overtake him. Just a bit longer to drive her mad, he was going to sear his name into her mind.

She came into his arms again, her mouth biting down on him hard. He felt himself spill into her as he came, her name a breathless growl. Damn, he could only think as she cried out loudly again. Her body was clinging to him frantically once more. He pushed her back onto the bed once more and kissed her, watching her hold him, cradle him as she kissed him back eagerly.

He forced himself to pound for a while longer before he was so far gone he wasn't even sure if he had been pounding or just enjoying being motionless as she clenched and unclenched around him. Her hips were bucking against him to get that last few moments of pleasure. She was trying so hard to have it last longer, but he felt his body spending itself in her. He felt sated, beyond sated; he felt euphoric.

Judal watched her slowly calm down, her arms falling limply to the bed before he gathered her up. His hands went to the covers to pull them up around them both, the rukh were lost, hovering numbly around them as though they too had climaxed. Aladdin held him close and kissed his shoulder gently, her hands resting on his chest.

"I think I'm going to be sick," a voice commented from the doorway.

Judal and Aladdin both turned to look towards the door. Hakuryuu, Alibaba, Sinbad, and Kouha were all standing there, staring at them. Alibaba was holding onto his mouth, shaking his head as he shut his eyes and tried to deny what he had just seen. Kouha and Sinbad were reaching into their clothes, only Sinbad having the decency to pull his hand out.

"We heard screaming and came to investigate," Sinbad stated, as though there hadn't been a chair in the way of the door.

"Are you guys going to do that again," Kouha asked.

"We're leaving," Sinbad informed them, pulling the others away as Hakuryuu pat Alibaba in comfort. The door was replaced back into its proper place before Aladdin was curling into Judal's arms, pressing her face against him before Judal shook his head.

"I'm going to drag you to his office next time, he won't go in there." Judal leaned a bit closer, looking at Aladdin a moment before he kissed her forehead, barely visible from where she had buried her face into his side. "Stop hiding, Chibi. They already knew you were doing this with me when they found out you were pregnant."

Her hand went to her belly, her face pulling away for him to see. She frowned, "our baby will be okay after that right?"

Judal moved slowly, pressing his lips to her belly, kissing it. He felt the strong pull of the rukh around her belly and nodded. "He's fine, he's not a weakling like your king candidate. He'll be coming out just fine."

Aladdin yanked on his braid, making him curse before coming up to her face. "Don't insult Alibaba," she complained.

"He's a weakling. He can't even handle the sight of a couple having sex." Judal frowned at her, "And stop yanking my hair."

"I like to," she replied with a smile, tugging it a couple more times. "It's nice like this- ah, hey!" Judal yanked the ties in his hair free, letting his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. A smug look came to his face before she wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him in again.

He fell beside her without argument, feeling her curl up close again and snuggle into a comfortable place. "Stop tugging on me, Chibi."

"Let me sleep," she countered, hitting his chest weakly.

He replied with pulling her in a bit more and closing his eyes.