(inserts obiyuki fluff chapter) might be the last long update before i go back to uni so please enjoy x
FORTY-ONE - Public
14 Days Until The Wedding
Kissing Shirayuki had always been something magical for Obi.
As he walked the red-haired beauty down the corridor from their day at the pond and a nice dinner, Obi's heart couldn't help but race. She somehow always made his body explode into a euphoric frenzy, like a sudden parade was bursting into his body and he had no power to object it. All of sudden, all the colors surrounding him were bright and vibrant, and he could feel his cheeks burn harshly into plump dews of crimson. He felt new. Shirayuki made him feel like the luckiest man to ever walk the earth.
"Obi?" Shirayuki quietly put them to a halt. Obi looked at her wistfully, curious as to why she had stopped their stroll.
"Yes, Miss?"
"Could you maybe hold my hand instead?"
Shirayuki's bold words also put Obi's heart to a halt. His ambar eyes had looked around, easily spotting guards all around them. He then met up with her emerald eyes, seeing how certain and determined she was. But at the same time, they were soft and casual, like her request was light. Obi swallowed before words were finally uttered.
"There are guards surrounding us, Mistress," Obi began softly. "And you had requested for us to be secret until further notice. Are you sure you want this, Miss?"
"I've never been more sure in my life, Obi," Shirayuki confirmed, no hesitance or anxiousness in her voice. Obi found this strong feeling of comfort from her confidence. He could see that she was not embarrassed nor afraid to be seen with him as more than their professional relationship. It made Obi feel like he wasn't a disappointment or a downgrade from the Prince.
"Then yes." Obi smiled warmly. "Of course, Mistress."
Obliging happily, Shirayuki retrieved her hand from Obi's forearm and grabbed his offering hand with ease. She felt his long, slender fingers go between hers, feeling those rough calluses with his soft hand gloves featuring in. But Shirayuki could feel him a little stiff, as this was likely a thing he's never done before.
"Are you sure about this, Miss?" Obi asked her gently, just in case she wanted to change her mind. But Shirayuki only looked up at him with a bright smile, one that could cure the world of all diseases. She nodded confidently, and that had given Obi some ease in his heart. She could feel his hold on her hand soften.
"Mhm," the herbalist hums contently.
"So this is okay?" Obi keeps yearning for reassurance, but Shirayuki was already dragging him down the corridor, hands joined.
"Yes," Shirayuki insisted, giggling at Obi's uncertainty. She gave him a reassuring squeeze, having Obi's cheeks tint a deeper red as they walked through the corridors to her office. As they did, Obi could feel his heart win a race. He's never really been someone's lover, and the closest he's been into this kind of relationship was merely a locking of eyes.
Shirayuki, too, was pretty excited about this entire situation. She's never exactly joined hands with someone as a lover. It was typically with little kids for guidance or just straight up being playful. But to hold hands with someone she could genuinely say she enjoys as a partner is somewhat overwhelming. But this thing she had with Obi was like no other. It was unique, and sweet, and patient. It's something Shirayuki can absolutely get used to.
The pairing could feel the eyes try to burn into them, but the two couldn't care less. Shirayuki was proud to be joining hands with Obi, and Obi felt completely secure holding the hand of such a beautiful thing. Shirayuki knows the consequences, but that didn't matter to her. She was with Obi now, and not the Prince. He's made his choice, and now she's made hers.
"Have you never joined hands with someone before, Obi?" Shirayuki asked sweetly, having Obi smile gently at the question.
"Not really, no," Obi replied. "You noticed, huh?"
"Mhm, but I think it's cute," Shirayuki replied. Obi smiled embarrassingly, letting out a shy sigh as Shirayuki giggled at him. She noticed from her periphery the way he dropped his head and stared down on the ground softly, a warm smile playing at his lips. It made Shirayuki's heart melt a good bit.
It was already late into the evening and Clarines had been swallowed by the deep night. The stars were out, bright and twinkling above the torched up castle with enthusiasm. The two walked in silence, all the sort of sweet and warm things they could exchange already in the silence. Words were hardly suffice to truly explain the situation, and they were more than fine with silence.
It was, though, rather strange to be walking passed guards with joined hands. It reminded Shirayuki of the time where Prince Raji had lied and said she and Zen were engaged. All eyes were on her, and she would expect she'd be used to the stares as they were originally attracted by her red hair. But surely, it was weird every time to be looked at as if she were an outcast. But she didn't mind it too much as Obi, too, was an outcast.
"They're almost like robots," Obi whispered to Shirayuki, having her giggle a bit while nodding softly in agreement. But they had finally reached the destination corridor as their eyes landed towards the closed office door. Obi walked the two over quietly, allowing Shirayuki to be the one in front of it to knock. "Ryu must be in there."
"Definitely," Shirayuki began quietly. She suddenly felt a little afraid. She didn't want to scare Ryu with this new relationship she and Obi have created. But she hopes that Ryu not only supports it, but slowly eases up to it until it becomes the new normal. She rose her available hand into a fist, a little shaky as it approached the door. Shirayuki glanced over at Obi, who only gave her a reassuring smile.
"I'm right behind you, Miss," he whispers sweetly, having her beam happily before gently knocking the door.
"Ryu?" She chimed, "are you there?"
"Mhm, come in."
Quietly, Shirayuki twists the doorknob and guides the two of them inside. Inside, they not only found Ryu on the floor, but Garak at Shirayuki's desk, grinding what likely are herbs into a combination of some sort. The young prodigy was glued on his large scroll that was rolled on the floor, the aqua eyes refusing to look away but his smile being plenty worth of a greeting. But Garak surely turned around, and her violet eyes were quick to look down at the joined hands of Obi and Shirayuki.
"Well what do we have here?" Her lips formed a smirk. "I didn't think I was right about you two." This caught Ryu's attention as the dark brown-haired boy diverted his attention from his notes to the couple before him. His eyes found themselves focused right at their joined hands. "But I'm delightedly surprised to be correct. Congratulations."
"Th-thank you, Miss Garak," Shirayuki began softly, giving her a shy bow in gratitude. Obi seconded her, bowing before the supervisor as Garak let out an entertained laugh. They're still ever so young, Garak thought to herself. But how will Ryu take it? The court herbalist curiously turned her attention down to the young boy, who could only stare blankly at the two.
"Half pint," Obi began with a hush tone, his amber eyes warming up when looking down at the young boy. He lifted his hand that held Shirayuki's, hoping that was suffice explanation. "Is this alright?"
Ryu widened his eyes, realizing that Obi and Shirayuki were practically asking for the young boys blessing. All his life, he had felt so insignificant and small, as most people fear him and see him as a huge outcast. But here he was, presented in a situation in which two people that he very much cares about and sees them essentially like guardians, requesting for him to be okay with those two being more than a personal body guard and a Mistress.
His small, chapped lips formed a small smile. "Of course it is." The words had finally left the tongue of the young prodigy, having Obi and Shirayuki's heart stop. They watched as Ryu's eyes were glowing, obviously very content for the two of them. He had always known there was something between the two that couldn't be taken lightly after the Prince had announced his engagement.
"I… really?" Shirayuki practically breathed, obviously stunned by Ryu's acceptance. He nodded, smiling a little wider from amusement at his apprentice's shock. Shirayuki quickly let go of Obi's hand and made it to the floor with Ryu to give him a big hug. "I'm… so happy you're okay with this!"
Ryu had been surprised by the sudden hug, but quickly closed his eyes and returned the warm embrace. "Why wouldn't I be?" Ryu said quietly. "You two… suit each other well." The couple blushed at this, having Shirayuki pull away to stare at Ryu. There was no falter in his deep voice, and his eyes couldn't reveal any lie. The young boy was being earnest.
"Thank you," Shirayuki whispered, feeling her eyes itch with tears as she smiled widely at Ryu. Her cheeks were heating up from the shock, and it had everyone in the room laugh at her overjoyed state. Ryu then looked over at the black-haired man and gave him a smile.
"Obi," Ryu's raspy voice allowed to utter. "Please don't break Shirayuki's heart." Obi flushed a little before smirking warmly at the boy. He walked over slowly to him and bent down. He guided a gloved hand up and ruffled the top of Ryu's dark locks.
"That's not my intention, half pint." Obi met with Ryu's eyes, locked and secure. "I promise I won't ever break her heart. I'd break mine before I'd ever let that happen." Ryu smiled at this, having Obi smile back as he stood up straight again. Obi then offered his hand to Shirayuki, who took it graciously as he held her stand back up as well.
"Welp, I better get back to my work," Shirayuki began happily as she began for her desk. But Ryu was very quick to object.
"Why don't you rest for the rest of the night, Shirayuki?" Ryu offered kindly.
"But I just came back from my break!" Shirayuki exclaimed, having Garak chuckle. She gently nudged the young girl, having Shirayuki look up at the sandy-haired woman.
"Shirayuki, you always do more than the work you're always assigned," Garak pointed out. "You deserve more breaks if anything, and you should definitely take Ryu's offer." Shirayuki felt herself flush, but couldn't help being reticent.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I could do?"
"Mm mm," Ryu quickly dismissed with a playful smirk. "Garak just finished what I needed to get done, so you're done for the day. Goodnight Garak, Shirayuki, Obi." Garak didn't need to be told twice as she began for the door. But before she did, she turned around and smiled warmly at the young couple by Shirayuki's desk.
"Sleep well, Ryu," Garak murmured gently. "Goodnight, you two," Garak then continued with a smirk before dismissing herself from the room. Of course, the couple blushed before turning down to Ryu, who still held his fond smile as he scribbled down notes.
"Well, then," Shirayuki began quietly, "sleep well, Ryu." Ryu nodded as Shirayuki quickly abandoned Obi's hand and fled out the door. She met his eyes, indicating she'd be waiting outside while Obi bids the boy a goodnight.
Obi winked at Shirayuki before she escaped the room and started walking over to the young boy.
"Thank you very much, half pint," Obi began quietly, unfazed that Ryu didn't dare shift his eyes from his writing. "For trusting me with her." Ryu nodded, still smiling warmly at the entire situation given to him.
"Thank you for coming around to fix her," Ryu hummed. "If it weren't for you, I don't know how well Shirayuki would be doing. So thank you for helping her in a way that I can never do."
"Of course." Obi gave the boy one more pat on the head before bidding him a goodnight and leaving him to what he does best: study his practice. Obi quietly closes the door, as Ryu prefers the door closed more than anything before looking around to find Shirayuki at the end of the corridor, waiting for him. When she saw him, her emerald eyes lit up and was practically gleaming up at him.
"Obi." The way she says his name will never get old to him. As he walked towards her, Obi couldn't help but feel his stomach flutter. Every second he gets to spend with her, and look at her felt almost of a dream. To hold her hand, savor her soft touch and kiss her angelic lips felt like a sin. It felt so, so right that it was almost feeling pretty wrong. A scoundrel with a beauty like her is like a fable, an unrealistic fantasy. "Are you ready for sleep?"
"I could go for a few winks of sleep," Obi considered as he finally reached his lover and offered his hand out to her. She took it contently, rocking their joined hands back and forth as they walked towards her room. "Shall I be joining you in your quarters, Mistress?"
"As always, it's a yes," Shirayuki playfully responded, having Obi bite his bottom lip ecstatically. Like a gentlemen, he always asked to sleepover in her room or always waited for her offer, which always happened when they made it to her door. But sometimes, Obi finds himself impatient and asks ahead of time to sate his excitement.
As they walked, Obi noticed Shirayuki adjusting his green scarf around her neck to properly cover it all. Sometimes Shirayuki forgets she's even wearing it, as it has become something normal to her, but Obi can never really forget. After all, it makes him feel more like her lover seeing her wear that scarf. Especially seeing as she finds complete comfort and safety in that green rag when Obi knows for a fact that only gold and jewels should be around her creamy neck. But she seems more that satisfied with that scarf and the fact that it's his and no one else's.
"Someday I should bring my mattress into your room," Obi hummed. "The floor is nice and all, but my back might give out from the hardness of it."
"I really doubt it'll fit," Shirayuki began, "considering how small and narrow my room is." Obi considered this fact and hummed in thought, hoping he could find a solution to this. But then Shirayuki suddenly had an idea. "I mean, we could also do something else…"
"Hm?" Obi hummed curiously, seeking elaboration.
"We could just share my bed…" Shirayuki suggested quietly, almost shyly. Obi was quick to flare up in embarrassment. He brought them to a halt, trying to take in her words with some shock, unsure as to how to take them really. His face had entire turned crimson, his eyes wide and pupils dilating quickly.
"N-no, we can't!" Obi quietly exclaimed. "I can't just- with my Mistress- that's just not- that would be completely disrespectful to you, Mistress!"
"Obi, we're lovers," Shirayuki began, her cheeks just as tinted red as his. But her emerald eyes didn't dare falter, obviously very okay with her suggestion, though very blunt and straightforward. "These are things that lovers can, and are allowed to, do."
"Y-yes b-but…" Obi felt somewhat defeated, knowing there's no real reason around it. And he didn't understand why he was so objective about it. She was right- they are lovers and these are things that lovers do. So why had he been so terrified about it? "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable sharing the bed with me, Miss."
"I suggested it, didn't I?" Shirayuki replied softly, reassuring him with one of her beautiful smiles as she continued their stroll towards her room. Wow, Obi thought with his lips somewhat apart and eyes wide. What a woman.
Finally finding themselves at Shirayuki's room, the red-haired girl opened the door with ease and was quick to find her matches to light the torches spread about her room. She let go of Obi's hand to do this as he shut the door behind them. The raven-haired man leaned against the door and watched as she swiftly turned on all the lights to allow a warming dim enter the room. Watching her just light up the room and prepare her bed couldn't help but make Obi sigh in fondness.
He was absolutely, positively, without a doubt in love with Shirayuki. He understood the consequences to being in love and how strong such a word is. It should not be taken lightly at all- not one bit- but for her, that word could not be any truer for him. She was the greatest thing to ever stumble upon his life, and for that he refuses to make any mistake that could potentially lead to him losing her. Obi was slowly realizing that she is his weakness, his vulnerability, and truly, that made him only somewhat uneasy.
If anything dared happen to her, Obi was not afraid to take a beating from a heart.
"Obi?" Obi shook his head attentively. Shirayuki looked at him curiously, a quilt in her hands, "will you be getting ready for bed?"
"Y-yes, of course!" Flushed, Obi quickly removed his boots and set them by the door perfectly beside one another. Shirayuki giggled as she swiftly entered her bathroom and shut it behind her. Obi merely glanced at the bathroom before slowly removing the gloves from his hands. He always forgets that it's okay to touch Shirayuki now- hands bare and nude. He places them down on her table, with his headband joining them.
In the middle of his preparation, Obi didn't notice how quietly Shirayuki opened the bathroom door and began watching his back from the doorway. Fondly, she watched as he removed of his usual khaki shirt to reveal his torso just in the long sleeve, black shirt he always wears under. She then heard a bit of metal clunking, the belt buckle, when he dropped the shirt on the table and guided his hands down to his pants. She watched him stretch out the belt from the belt holes and swirl it into a circle before also placing it on the table.
She then watched as Obi joined his hands together and strained his arms up in order to stretch out his torso. She watched the muscles of his back become prominent due to how worked out they were and how skin-tight his shirt was. His scapulas were sticking out, and Shirayuki couldn't help but flush at them. Obi truly was a strong man, and his body needn't any explanation to the amount of his strength. That explains itself.
"Mistress?" Obi popped Shirayuki out of her distraction bubble. "Are you alright?"
"Mhm," Shirayuki spewed, her cheeks burning up as she held her white sweater softly. Obi couldn't help but smile at her nightgown. It was a silky, white gown that wasn't transparent and covered her entire body with ease. She draped on a fluffy sweater over her arms, as she was cold. But she still had his green scarf around her neck, and for that Obi felt more that elated. He was glowing. "Are you ready then?"
"After you," Obi gestured to the bed with proper posture and elegant movement of his hand towards it. Shirayuki giggled before bending her knees a little before him like a Princess bows.
"Such a gentleman," she playfully hums as she lightly skipped over to the bed. Shirayuki practically bounced on the bed, allowing it to make her jump before she had been calmly sat on it. It amused Obi a lot to see her goofily smile up at him while patting some of the bed beside her. "Coming?"
"Y-yes, Miss," Obi stutters, still a little uneasy about the entire idea of sleeping with his Mistress. He takes his seat beside her, very little space between them, as he averted his eyes to the ground. Shirayuki watched as his cheeks continued to be tinted a shade of red rose while fiddling with his thumbs. "I'm sorry if I seem a little frigid, Miss… I've never actually slept on a bed with anybody like this."
"Don't worry." She takes Obi's hand closest to her and presses it against her chest firmly. Obi could feel her heartbeat threaten to burst from her chest as well. "I'm just as nervous about it as you are, Obi. But this is acceptable and we're taking this step together, so it's alright… okay?" She glanced at Obi for reassurance, hoping to catch his eyes. And Shirayuki didn't fail as the lovely amber eyes finally met with hers.
"Okay," Obi said quietly, a small smile playing at his lips.
Adorably, Shirayuki awkwardly threw her legs over the bed and crawled about to lay down on the side of the bed towards the wall. Obi watched as she adjusted her head on the pillow just enough to have some for herself and give enough for Obi to rest his head on. Her hair, red and growing, was sprawling about the pillow in beautiful, shiny swirls. She had been looking up at him, her cheeks pink like peaches with a dimple denting by her lips due to the cute little smile she held.
"W-well, c'mon then…" She urged, patting the bed beside her for Obi to lie down. Obi chuckled, standing up to blow out all the torches before walking back to the bed. With flutters all about his stomach, Obi gently crawled into bed and lied down beside his Mistress, an awkward silence still in the air.
"Well." Obi broke it, "this is happening…"
"It is," Shirayuki replied curtly.
"A-are you sure you don't want the bed to yourself?" Obi began. "I don't mind the floor, seriously-"
"Obi." Obi looked over to his Mistress, seeing the moonlight of the open window shine upon her beautiful face. He could see the sleepiness in those emerald eyes, but a determination in them as well that always catches Obi. She looked of an angel, with her chubby cheeks pushed up due to the pillow and her lips a bit curled as well. But they were pink and shiny and ever so kissable to Obi. "I want you to sleep on the bed with me, okay?"
Obi shifted to his side so he could see his Mistress, and Shirayuki had done the same. "Okay," he simply murmured, his eyes twinkling at the sight of his lover. She looked so gorgeous in Obi's eyes, with the way her hands were loosely intertwined with one another by her face. Lips of silk were pink and teasing, eyes as green as an emerald ocean. Button nose that seemed too fake to be real, hair as red as a late sunset. Obi brings up a hand to cup her cheek, "you're so beautiful, Mistress…"
"You think so?" Shirayuki whispers, suddenly drawn in the moment of night. Obi nods.
"I know so." Obi grins warmly at her. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever come to meet, Mistress. And it's always an absolute honor to get to see that beautiful face of yours every day. I hope such a privilege is never stripped away from me."
"Hush," Shirayuki murmured shyly, feeling her cheeks heat up furiously. It was these sweet things Obi would tell her that would get her heart racing, her cheeks hot, and her stomach full of flutters. It was almost impossible not to react such a way, seeing as Obi is extremely gentleman-like for a man who is also incredibly dangerous. But with him, she feels safer than anyone will ever be. She prays that security never goes away. "You're always saying kind things like that."
"I'm just being honest with you, Miss," Obi hums insistently. Her cheeks were going to explode in a hot frenzy if Obi kept up with his sweet words.
But quickly, a silence entranced them again, but they didn't mind. Their eyes were locked on each other, obviously fond of the moment. As Obi stared at the beautiful woman before him, he couldn't help but wonder if it bothered Shirayuki that she knew a very little amount of him. It wasn't like he's been living a lie right in front of her. All his behaviors, the things he does, the gratitude he owns to her and everyone else- that's completely real and raw from his heart. But Shirayuki has probably wondered about his past, before he showed up to Clarines.
"Miss?" He whispers.
"Yes?" Shirayuki practically mouths.
"Does… it ever bother you that I haven't told you so much of my past?" Obi wondered quietly, his heart brewing up an attack as he stared at his Mistress, terrified. He watched the red-haired girl give him a smile smile, before closing her eyes for a moment.
"I do think about it a lot, I won't lie," Shirayuki admits. "But it doesn't really matter to me too much. I know who you are now, and who you are now is all that matters to me. You may have done many wrongs in the past, but you've obviously taken into consideration the better way of living and you're doing so right now. So no, it doesn't ever bother me because I know that this Obi and the Obi I'll know for the rest of my days is who he is, and he'll tell me things if he deems them vital for me to know."
Obi was honestly taken aback. For so long, he's always known that everyone that's associated him has only wondered about his past and what kind of monster he was. People were far too terrified to even approach him and get to know that he isn't as hostile as he presents himself to be. Surely, he truly is a force never to be reckoned with, but Obi is a person with a personality and feelings if tapped by the right people. And it was evident that it had been tapped kindly by Shirayuki.
"No one has ever told me that before…" Obi breathed. But then he swallowed and shook his head. "N-not that I've really asked this question often, but nobody has really seen it that way. It feels strange."
"Well, get used to it," Shirayuki urged with a smirk. "Nobody has ever unlocked the potential of who you could be and it was the Prince who had given you that. And now we've all seen what a great person you are and I've never been more honored to meet such a strong, determined man like yourself, Obi."
"I… thank you for accepting who I am, Mistress," Obi breathed, his amber eyes wide with shock. It tickled Shirayuki a bit to see Obi light up a good bit from her words. It was adorable yet woeful, to think that nobody had given Obi a chance to present himself as the kind, charming man he is. Shirayuki guessed that this was the reason for why he rebelled so much and probably acted out a lot in the past. "You're the only one who seems to understand me, Miss."
"There was always something about you that made me feel like I wasn't crazy," Shirayuki admitted. "I guess we both just get each other, seeing as our pasts were somewhat similar."
"Often alone, no one else having our backs but ourselves," Obi spoke softly. "What a life we both have driven." Shirayuki nodded, but quickly repaired her smile.
"But now that's no longer the case," Shirayuki hums gleefully. "We have Miss Garak, Kiki, Mitsuhide, Ryu… and we have each other. We don't have to feel so alone anymore."
"I haven't felt alone since the day I met you."
Shirayuki could feel her cheeks hurt from smiling but she couldn't withhold it. Obi had always been a suave man, someone who says things with pure honesty from his heart. Obi is no liar, which is why Shirayuki always feels like a cloud whenever he said such kind things to her and about her. Especially since Obi spoke with such high regard about her. And hearing him say such a strong sentence made her feel like she was going to pop from elation.
"I couldn't have made that big of an impact on you…" Shirayuki, always the modest.
"But you did," Obi insisted, a few locks of his raven hair tickling his forehead. "With you, I suddenly find myself having actual purpose and meaning. It was like some sort of fate, meeting you. You have given me direction, a path I can go on, an option I actually want to take and pursue. Your words have shaped into a lighthouse, and it's the only beacon I can follow knowing that it'll be an adventure worth living for. You make life worth living."
"You always say you'll be sure to follow by my side," Shirayuki whispers with a warm smile.
"And that'll never change," Obi insisted. "Just the way you'd like it to be."
"Exactly the way I like it…"
In a deep trance of her eyes, Obi was incredibly tempted to confess his love to Shirayuki. But he knew it was far too early, and she would probably be scared off if he did tell her so. After all, love is quite a strong feeling, and she might not believe him given how little time they've been together as lovers. But seeing her, and getting to know her during his professional time with her and developing into friends, Obi couldn't help but drown in this feeling. He knew for a fact that it's love because he's never felt this way about anything or anyone before.
Then, without real warning, Shirayuki leaned closer to the boy and pressed her supple lips against his. He hummed a light 'mmph' before his eyes fluttered shut and his lips danced with hers. Damn, Obi groaned internally, she tastes so sweet. The saccharine experience that is kissing Shirayuki not only came from the actual taste of her lips, but the gold of her heart. She herself is such an incredible entity of sweet and for that, Obi felt almost diabetic.
Shirayuki loved how eager Obi had been for her lips. He had always nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue always swiping it from time to time while still putting his lips to work. But he had never been aggressive or deepened the kiss further than it needed to go, as Obi was a gentleman and was very considerate as to how slow Shirayuki wanted their relationship to go. And honestly, Shirayuki was living for it.
They pull apart after a few minutes, with heavy breathing and heaving chests. Both of their lips shined with some swapped saliva as they stared at each other, completely flustered. But Obi was quick to break the moment.
"W-well- goodnight, Mistress!" Blurting it out quickly, Obi soon after turned to his other side, leaving Shirayuki to look at his back. Obi listened to Shirayuki's playful giggles as she stared at his back. She was then distracted when Obi moved his arm behind him and dropped his hand, palm side up, before her. It was open, awaiting for Shirayuki to place her hand on his.
Shirayuki smiled softly before placing her soft, small hand on his rough one. "Goodnight, Obi." She weaved her fingers between his with ease and gave his hand a squeeze before receiving one in returned. Satisfied, the couple closed their eyes and slowly eased into a deep slumber under the moonlight.