Sleep over (Xibalba and la Muerte Drabble)
La Muerte let out a small yawn, cuing Xibalba that it was time to leave. The two of them spent the entire day together at her castle, mostly talking, eating and playing games. La Muerte let out anouther yawn at the table, Xibalba let out a small smile lifting himself up from their chess game that they were having in her bedchambers. He was already losing anyway.
"It is late, my dear," he mused, seeing her look up at him in tired eyes. She rubbed her eyes lifting herself up from her chair.
"Yes…I supose you are right." she said softly, almost in dissapointment. The day went by fast that she wished that it never ended. She looked up seeing him glide up to her wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace. She let out a sigh burying her face against his chest as she felt him place a chaste kiss ontop of her head, free from the gigantic hat she always wear. He place his hands gently on her shoulder pushing her away.
"I will see you in a week, my love." he said. She let out a small frown seeing him pull away from her ready to go back to his land. She put out her hand lightly touching his feathers making him turn back to her.
"Yes my sweet, something you need?" he asked sincerly. She pull her hand back placing it into her other hand as she held them over her chest. She bite the inside of her cheek, she did not want him to leave. She wished that they can avoid this if they lived together, but even just a few days living together, they tend to drive eachother crazy. Which is why they meet every once a week yet..
"W-would you consider spend the night with me?" She asked with a small blush as she twirl her finger into a strand of her hair. His eyes brows perked and let out a devilish smirk.
"Oh really?" He purred playfully coming up in front of her with his lips puckered. She placed a firm finger over his lips giving him a glare.
"Not in that way, Xibalba." She said placing her hands to her hips. He straightened wearing a small scowl of dissapointment. "I just want to sleep beside you…" She said in a quiet voice, almost timid. His eyes soften and gave her a smile.
"Of course, my heart, anything for you." He replied making her let out a smile. She leaned in giving him a kiss on his cheekbone. He let out a sigh watching her pull away excitedly as she made her way to her walk-in closet.
"Just give me a moment to change." She said as she entered her closet. He let out a soft chuckle as he glided over to the queen size bed. He took of his crown placing it on the night stand with the flames quickly extinguished. He reached over to the side of his armor clicking open the latch that kept it together making it pop open placing it on the floor revealing only the black sleeveless shirt he wore under it. He let out a satisfactory stretch of the arms and back free from the heaviness of his armor before taking of his gloves revealing his sharp and spinly skeletal hands. He sat down on the edge his back turned away from the closet as he waited paciently for her to come out. It's not every day he gets invited to stay a night, he is usually the one to ask and fails to keep her there, sometimes. When was the last time they slept in the same bed? It seems it was a hundred years ago.
"Alright I am ready…" She called from behind he turned and his jaw dropped. She wore a long red nightgown veiled with a lighter shade of red with her arms covered by the veil sleeves. She had her hair down completely free from her pony tail. She let out a soft giggle seeing his jaw on the mattress.
He shook his head breaking out of his trance. "Are you trying to make this difficult for me?" He accused playfully as she pulls back the sheets.
"But this is what I always wear…" She replied going under the warm blankets. Xibalba does the same.
"If I would have known that I would have slept here more often..OW!" He yelped having recieved a smack in the chest.
"You leech!" She accused.
"What? I was kidding!" He grinned rubbing his chest. He slide closer to his wife only for her to place a pillow in between.
"Oh no you don't, this is the border…you cannot cross."
He let out a scoff. "What's the big deal? All I want to do is be with my own wife."
"The big deal is, I know you." She flicked his forehead making him retract back. She crossed her arms. "And you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself."
"Maybe if you don't wear something alluring next time." He argued. She put up her hand ready to give him anouther slap only for him to put his hands up protectively.
"Okay! Okay!" He shouted with mercy. She gave him a smirk putting her hand down. "Good night, Balby." She clapped her hands twice shutting off the lights. He rolled his eyes letting out a grunt falling to his side.
"Yeah, good night." He muttered, seeing the pillow in front of him obstructing his view of his beautiful wife. He let out a soft sigh nuzzling against his pillow but he couldent get comfortable. The thought of not being able to touch or at least hold his wife was unbearable and torturous. He lifted his head up peering over the pillow to see his wife fast asleep on her back. He rested his head back down on his own pillow and put out his hand. He moved his hand under the barrier going to where her hand is. He inches his way over to her side and felt her fingers. Slowly and methodically he made his fingers intwine with her, holding her hand. He let out a smile for having got away with it and closed his eyes. He did'it care if he couldent hold her or kiss her as long as he gets to hold her gentle hands, he is satisfied. He suddenly felt his hand being squeezed. He opened his eyes knowing he had been caught.
"Balby?" La Muerte sounded. "…I'm cold, do you mind "crossing the boarder"?"
He let out a grin and moved the pillow aside. She turned her head lazily towards him, becoming groggy. He wrapped his arm around her, his head resting on her pillow sharing it beside her. She nuzzled her face into his neck letting out a sigh, tickling his skin.