Why hello hello hello… I have a new watcher/bugger person. Which is a good thing. Neo Aguni is gonna make sure I update regularly.
Pixie: finally, someone up to the challenge…
Ami: Heehee… I know.
Watching
Tyson carried her out to the oasis, where he put her down and pinned her against a palm tree. "I've got you now," he whispered against her cheek. "And don't expect me to let you go. Ever."
"You can't actually claim me until the wedding," she reminded him, sticking her tongue out playfully. He responded by kissing her, chasing that tongue back into her mouth; she melted against him, and she took that as initiative to go maybe just a little bit farther…
She squeaked and pushed against his arms when she felt a hand against her stomach, and blushed at him. "S-sorry…" He laughed.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," he didn't remove his hand, just slipped it around to her back and pulled her closer. "In fact, I think it's a good thing that you're keeping my hormones at bay…"
"So am I," both teens looked up to see Aretha, who smiled at them kindly, but with worry in her eyes. "You don't mind if I steal her from you, do you Tyson?"
"Yes," Tyson growled; he calmed his nerves, reminding himself that this was only Aretha… Aretha couldn't do anything.
He still had nightmares about the fates.
"What do you need me for Aretha?" Mariah asked kindly, leaning closer to him. He sighed pleasantly, and dropped a few tender kisses to her neck; she squirmed, giggling.
"Mother wants to start working on you're wedding dress," Aretha said easily. "After all, there's only a year left; we need to get measurements and ideas for trail lengths and veil styles. There's a few designers waiting in the throne room to hack out a rough version of something we should all agree on. We just need the bride-to-be."
"Can't you wait a few hours?" Tyson whined, pulling the pink-haired-angel in his arms closer to him. He breathed in her scent; vanilla and baby's breathe the shampoo he had bought for her.
"No," Aretha gave him a reproving look. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner you get her back."
"Nuh uh," he shook his head; an idea came to him suddenly, and he stepped back from Mariah, only to pick her up and sling her over a shoulder. "You'll never take us alive!" he called out, even as he was running away. He heard Aretha's laughter in the background, and Mariah's laughter just behind him.
"Tyson!" she chuckled. "Put me down, you… you…"
"Idiot?" he offered. "Baka? Moron?" He chuckled as he finally stopped near the palace walls, placing her on her feet. "Take her pick; won't change the fact that I'm you're idiot, you're baka, you're moron…"
"Hmm," she stood on her tippi-toes and kissed his lips. "Flattery will get you no where."
"Is that right?" He chuckled back at her, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"What's wrong Tyson?" she asked against his chest. He let out a gruff laugh.
"I just don't want to loose you," he responded, pulling away to look in her almond-eyes.
"You haven't lost me yet," was her response. "But you will if you never let me get fitted for my dress; if I have nothing to wear to the wedding, I can't attend it, remember?"
"I know, I know…" he grinned at her. "But why can't I just be there with you while you get fitted?"
"Because it's bad luck," she slapped him lightly on the arm, sending him a playful glare.
"You're so superstitious," he laughed, kissing her again. "But that's why I love you."
