Hi! Thank you for reviewing and following and favoriting, as always. I gotta warn you guys, this chapter is going to be fluff xDD
The first beams of sunlight were peeking at the horizon when the fairy woke up. She yawned and nuzzled into Diaval's neck before closing her eyes again. His strong arms were still encircling her, pulling her protectively into his chest, and the last thing she wanted to do was to leave their warmth. After a while, she heard him yawn as well.
"Mistress?" he called in a hush voice.
She opened her eyes and lazily raised her gaze to meet his. The moment their eyes locked, everything around them seemed to fade. They exchanged a small smile, relishing the warm feeling spreading across them both, and before they even realised what they were doing, their noses bumped. Maleficent pulled back instantly, while the raven turned man was too stunned to react. He wasn't really sure he understood quite well what just happened.
"Good morning," he said, hoping to dissipate the awkwardness of the situation.
"Good morning," she replied softly.
Her tensed body gradually relaxed, lulled by his steady heartbeat under her. She longed for a little more time with him like this, but she figured he would like to enjoy his first day off starting as soon as possible. She got off of him, rolling on her side, and raised her hand, as if to transform him.
"So, what do I change you into for your day off?" she asked, frowning at him.
Seeing the golden magic already coming from her fingers, he couldn't help but cringe. He didn't want her to change him so soon. Who knew when they were going to sleep together again? It could be in weeks, months, maybe even years, so he had to enjoy the moment for as long as possible.
"I was hoping I could stay with you a little bit more before getting up," he replied shyly.
She let her hand fall back on his chest. Well, she couldn't say she wasn't glad to hear that. Furthermore, he probably needed some more rest.
"Fair enough, it's nearly dawn, anyway," she replied casually.
"Thank you, Mistress."
She yawned again and let out a light moan while stretching her back, arching it widely. She must have slept in a bad position, because it never ached that way.
Next to her, Diaval thought she was absolutely lovely stretching like that. He still was holding her curvy hips, and looked at her with a smile. She was reaching for her nape in order to scratch it. He liked the way she appeared so carefree and spontaneous right now. It was like the wall she had built around her had dissipated, just for a moment.
"Do you want me to scratch your back for you, Mistress?" he asked playfully.
She stiffened at his words and narrowed her eyes at him, hoping he wasn't serious. By the impish sparkle in his eyes, she could say he wasn't. However, a part of her was wondering why not give it a try? She would never be able to reach the exact place she wanted to scratch, anyway, and her sleepy mind didn't help at all. She knew she wasn't fully lucid, but she didn't care. The only thing she needed to know was that his hands generally smoothed her pain. Not to mention she wished it would replace this damn mischievous expression of his by a funny face of some sort. His smugness only irritated her sometimes, and she liked seeing him dumbfounded, if only to mock him.
At the end, she fell back on top of him and closed her eyes, before saying sleepily, "Just scratch along the spine, will you?"
She smiled when she heard him gasp and could easily picture the funny face he was making. It wasn't fair to tease a poor little bird, but it was certainly entertaining.
He nonetheless obeyed, stroking more than scratching along the hollow of her lower back through the fabric of her gown, where he was sure it didn't hurt. The raven turned man didn't know what got into her exactly, but it wasn't like he had never touched her there, anyway.
"Harder, Diaval, much harder," She said with a sigh.
He pressed two fingers on both side of her spine, a third on top of it, and went slowly up and down, increasing the pressure on her skin. He still was a little afraid of hurting her, but trusted his mistress to tell him right away if that was the case.
Almost instantly, he felt her parting lips breathing heavily into his neck, and heard her moan something he understood as, "Hmmm, yes, like this."
She could feel his nails slowly lingering on each and every one of the vertebras on her lower back, causing a delicious sensation to go through her. Her heart was definitely racing, and her silent moans turned into light ones as he rubbed harder. Her body was going limp under his touch. How could she have been so stupid and let that happen in the first place? Now she had no control whatsoever on what was happening. She didn't care about the consequences anymore, and just wanted him to keep going. She barely managed to not bite the soft skin of his neck in pleasure as he reached a little higher.
Under her, Diaval was in no better condition than his mistress. He could feel her lips stroking jerkily his skin as she inhaled and exhaled shakily. He could also feel her breasts pressing against his chest, at the pace of his hand on her back, causing his heart to pound uncontrollably.
Before things get to escalate too much, he reached the spot between her stumps and they twitched awkwardly, causing her to jump up a little. The pair regained control of themselves as soon as the little incident ruined the moment.
"Mistress! I'm so sorry, are you ok? What happened? What did I do?" he urged, panicking.
She let out a deep sigh and her body loosened up against his. That was a sensation she hadn't experienced in a very long while.
"It's nothing Diaval, just a little reflex. When pushing right between my wings, they used to flap. It's not even painful."
"Oh."
Another thing he didn't know about her. That was interesting. He mused for a moment about how close it was to being ticklish. However, people were generally laughing when they were being tickled, and his mistress never laughed. Well, maybe she would if he was bold enough to try it again? He never saw her laughing before, but he certainly wanted to. This thought in mind, he couldn't help himself and did it again.
She let out an annoyed sigh after jumping up again. She assumed he didn't do it on purpose – he wouldn't be that stupid – but when his fingers came in contact with her soft spot again, she slapped his chest violently.
"Will you stop?" she growled into his neck.
The fairy had to fight hard with her inner self to no give up on anger. He probably wanted to scratch her spine again and didn't reach high enough. As if to prove her wrong, he made her stumps twitch again.
This time, she rose instantly and glanced at him with ferocious eyes.
"Diaval, that's enough!"
Maleficent watched him froze with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Her sudden outburst seemed to have reminded him she had more than one way to make him suffer if needed. However, her eyes rounded into saucers when he did the most unexpected thing ever. He smirked. Hell, he dared smirking at her! Somehow, his mischievous face woke a dormant part of her, and her eyes eventually mirrored his impish ones. She felt his hand climbing up to her back again. She knew what was coming, and if he wanted to play the bothersome one, she'd be ready.
"No, Diaval. Noooo," she warned, frowning at him knowingly.
Her reaction was immediate, before his hand could even reach the middle of her back, she had slapped him with the biggest and muddiest heap of moss that was scattered across the nest. With a victorious huff, she rolled on her side, looking at his muddy face with a defying expression.
"Awwww, Mistress, that's awfully gross!" he whined, withdrawing an arm from her waist to wipe his face clean with his sleeve.
"You started it," she pointed out sternly.
That was true, but he was glad he did. He didn't know if it was because she was still sleepy or because it happened in the nest, but the situation ended up being quite fun, and he was pretty sure she enjoyed it as well. He almost recognised a glint of amusement in her emerald eyes.
A few seconds later, his face was quite clean, but his sleeve was dirty, and he cursed himself when he realised he couldn't hold her until he would have cleaned it up as well. He dropped his arm away from her with a sigh. Maybe if he showed some remorse, she would get merciful and use her magic to help him out, so they could cuddle again?
"Sorry Mistress, but ravens are playful by nature," he said apologetically.
She eyed him from the corner of her eyes but didn't move.
"And you have to be playful so early in the morning?" she spat, her voice letting show her deep irritation.
"Of course, or else you would change me right away and ruin all the fun. Did you enjoy slapping my poor self with that huge muddy stack of moss?" he inquired, as a little smirk appeared on his face.
"Much more than you think," she replied with a devilish grin.
He laughed, and their playful eyes locked for a moment. She was such fun in the nest. He wished things could go this smoothly more often between them.
As for her, she was kind of enjoying their slight bickering at the end. Even though she didn't like to be teased, she was absolutely sure she would always have the upper hand on her servant, leaving him with that helpless look on his face she found so funny.
She yawned and rolled back on him. She was still pretty tired, or at least, she wasn't ready to leave the nest just yet. Golden magic escaped from her hand, cleaning Diaval's sleeve, and it didn't took him long to snake his arm back around her.
"Do you want me to do it again?" he asked after a moment.
She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was up to, this time. In case he hadn't noticed, she had quite a temper, and even if she had remained pretty calm this morning, that didn't mean she would keep her composure indefinitely.
"What? Pissing me off? Yes, please, do that so I'll have an excuse to throw you off of my nest!" she threatened fiercely.
He chuckled at her impulsive reaction. Normally, he would have feared her tone, but he knew she was only half serious. Besides, he had no intention of pushing further. She hadn't laughed, but he was sure she had enjoyed.
"No, I meant scratching your back. I promise I'll stop annoying you," he assured her with a warm smile.
She let out a huff sound. As if he had a choice. It was either that or he would have to learn how to fly in human form, she thought ironically.
The fairy sighed and answered him on a casual voice, "Alright."
A few minutes later, her hand had made its way to her servant's dark locks, and she was rubbing his nape gently. The shadow of a smile crossed her features as he leaned his cheek against her palm. She was pretty sure he would purr right now if only he could.
She closed her eyes and let her body melt against his while he was stroking her back absent-mindedly. She just wished all the mornings could be as nice.
A nod to RavenDiablo and lots of thanks to DancingKitKat for beta-reading and encouraging me