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"What are you planning to do for Christmas?".
The question came out of nowhere, causing Prue to stop eating her noodles for a second to look at him, one brow raised. Silco was looking at her with a serious expression, waiting for the answer to his question. She finished chewing on what she had in her mouth, without thinking too much of the answer.
"Nothing", she finally replied, after swallowing the food. "I have no friends to celebrate with, much less family I want even think about. It's just another day".
Silco didn't answer right away, indicating that he was thinking, unlike her. The girl looked at him again. He was staring outside, watching the snow fall lazily on the asphalt of the avenue. There was something about his attitude that felt cold, almost melancholic, freezing the air even when they were inside that warm Japanese food store. She considered asking what was going on inside his head, but stopped herself, assuming it wasn't her business. Silco and her had a work and sexual relationship, nothing more. She didn't want to get into emotional stuff with him, as much as she wanted something more.
"Would you like to go out to dinner?", the man finally asked, returning his eyes to her before focusing on his own food. He elegantly held the chopsticks, his movements fluid and pleasant to watch. Prue often wondered in what kinds of situations one could find Silco hesitating, but she was already beginning to suspect that there was no such thing.
"Won't you have dinner with Jinx?", she asked back, after eating more noodles. Silco lifted a shoulder.
"She's going out with that boy from her school, Viktor", he grunted, and she almost wanted to laugh at the clear paternal jealousy. "She said it would be a somewhat large reunion, although I suspect it will be a party of masterful calibre".
"Yeah, high calibre sounds like Jinx", she added. She could clearly imagine the blue-haired girl causing some damage as she dragged around the poor boy who was her friend from side to side. She shook her head. "What about Sevika?".
Silco crossed his arms, apparently annoyed.
"If you don't want to have dinner with me, just tell me", he snorted, heterochromatic eyes staring at her. Prue felt her cheeks turn a little red.
"It just seems strange to me that... Ah, nevermind. Yes, I'd like to dine with you", she said quickly, but that didn't seem to appease the man's strong temper. Silco did little more than huff again, concentrating on eating for the rest of the time, with no more heart to speak.
She, on her side, felt tormented. She had never liked Christmas, it just rubbed on her face how broken and lonely she was. Those depressing days kept her stuck in her flat, eating ice cream and watching horror movies in an act of rebellion, celebrating a second Halloween.
But nevertheless...
Since she met Silco, several months ago, she had felt the desire to spend Christmas with him. First, it was her from a purely sexual point of view: she found incredible the idea of celebrating such a beautiful and pure date by unleashing her dirty fetishes. Then, it was from a more social one, because Sevika and Jinx had received and accepted her little by little as part of Silco's very limited circle. And she finally saw it in a romantic way, much to her regret and shame.
Prue knew very well that this foolish crush she felt for him would be her undoing. Sure, they spent a lot of time together and frolicked like rabbits, but that didn't mean he felt anything else. He was kind to her, and he had made it more than clear to her that she was his, that she always would be only his. But he didn't mean it like a person, rather as a... belonging. A pretty thing that had to be just for him. Prue had accepted that deal because at first she didn't care, but now...
She yearned for more. Yearned for so much more.
So that's why she felt tormented. Spending such an important date with him, alone, with no sex involved, would only make her fall deeper. It was terrifying, to be honest, the idea of falling in love and infatuation with such an unattainable man as Silco. He would never see her as anything else, she was sure.
She would always be his favourite toy, but nothing more.
Suddenly, she didn't want to leave her house for Christmas.
When they finished eating, a long time later, the atmosphere was no longer frozen by Silco. Prue had the wonderful talent of being extremely miserable, and when one knew her well and could recognize her emotions, the very air would stop around her. He himself was one of those few who knew her enough, so seeing her so suddenly depressed made him come out of his own annoyance.
"Do you have a place in mind?", he asked her once they left the noodle shop. They both wore coats and gloves, well sheltered from the harsh winter that hit Piltover. Prue herself never felt cold, which was a bit frustrating because, had she shivered, he would have the perfect excuse to close the distance between them more.
"No", she said, laconic as usual when she was upset. Silco sighed, the action sending a cold cloud through the air. He presented his arm for her to take it, and he would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a bit that she hesitated before accepting him. They started walking then, in silence. It wasn't strange to be silent. Prue herself didn't like to reveal her secrets or talk about her emotions, and he himself tended to keep his ideas inside his mouth.
That afternoon, however, the atmosphere was heavy. It was because of the girl's sulking, but Silco knew he had been the cause. Perhaps it would have been a better idea not to say anything to her, to endure alone at home for the hateful date to pass. He had never been a fan of Christmas, the date when Piltover and his elite filled their stomachs with delights whilst those in the poor neighbourhoods, like him, starved and froze. It was worse when the elite gave them canned food to eat decently for a month, and then spent the other eleven ignoring their requests and needs.
Things had improved for him after creating his organization, earning enough money. He usually gave a dinner at home because Jinx was very excited, and because Sevika was a secret lover of the Christmas cliché. Had it been on him, though, he would have gone the rest of his life without celebrating a bloody Christmas.
At least until he laid his eyes on Prue.
Or rather, until he recognized his feelings for the girl. Months ago he had planned to call her in the middle of the night, tuck her into a sexy elf outfit, and make her dance before fucking her like only he knew. But then, as something in his chest grew and grew, his desires changed. He no longer wanted to just have her there for a couple of hours; rather, he wanted to spend the night with her, clothes included. He wanted to take her to his bed, but not so that she could warm him between her legs, but to hold her against him, embraced, plunged in the sweet and comfortable silence of theirs. Or better yet, to spend the night kissing her. He wanted with all his forgotten heart to awake with her in his arms, seeking in him a refuge from the cold world outside.
But those were just stupid illusions. Prue wasn't interested in romantic things, he knew that. She was 'far too gone', she always said, and at first Silco had commented that he was too.
Ironic.
Leaving his thoughts, Silco noticed that they were already close to the flat in which she lived. He often tried to convince her to rent a place closer to his own home, or even move in with him, but she always rejected him.
Another sign that she didn't want him as something else.
"Is some Italian food okay, then?", he questioned, breaking the silence. Fuck, he was a pain in the ass, asking so many questions. It was strange, considering that he usually chose absolutely everything without considering the others' opinions.
"Hm, I'd love that", she sputtered. Silco shot her a look, discovering that she had hidden under her scarf. For a second it made him want to stop, pull it down, and warm her lips with his own.
He cleared his throat, deciding to pay attention to the fact that she seemed more relaxed.
"I'll pick you up at nine", he reported, and for some reason, setting by himself the time left a worse taste in his mouth than the questions from before. He massaged his temple.
"That's okay", she said, and Silco could swear she moved closer to him.
They soon reached the entrance to the building she lived in. Silco would typically leave her there and go his merry way, but he wanted a little more time with her. Thus, without her asking about it, he ended up accompanying her to the entrance of her flat.
Prue hesitated a moment after opening it, looking over her shoulder. She looked like she wanted to invite him in, though in the end she just leaned against the door frame.
"Could you order it to go and have us have dinner at your house?", she asked, drumming her fingers on her leg. He had no problem, it seemed much better to spend the night in the comfort of his home instead of in a restaurant full of carols and, especially, people. Still, he couldn't stop his mouth.
"Is it because you don't want to wear a dress?", he asked, sarcasm in his voice.
It was strange the occasion, and even stranger that he had caused it, but Prue laughed. Her freckled cheeks filled with colour and her face with life. Her adorable fangs peeked out, the lovely sound of her laughter filling the empty hallway. He himself felt warmth on his face and chest, and for a few moments nothing else existed in the world besides him and her.
"It might be so", she admitted, the smile leaving her lips, but the amusement lingering in those pretty eyes. "I'm used to expending the night without the need to look good".
Silco reached a gloved hand up to her cheek, stroking her smooth skin. She blushed again, and she blushed even harder after hearing his words.
"You look pretty without having to strain".
Where had he got the sudden courage to tell her that? No idea. Surely it was the fault of her damn adorable laugh.
"I... Thank you", she murmured, looking at any direction but his. She leaned slightly against the touch of his hand, though. "Uh, see you at your house then".
"I'll send a taxi for you", he replied, dropping his hand back to his pocket, feeling a very strange chill creep all over his body. The girl nodded.
"You never told me where Sevika would be".
Silco rolled his eyes, more to know the woman's whereabouts than because of how gossipy the young girl was.
"Quote: Pleasing the body at a party for women".
Prue laughed again, more softly. The sound echoed through the man's mind, lodging in a small place of his heart.
"Not surprised", she finally said. She straightened, finally walking into her home, and took the door handle. "Tomorrow at nine, right?".
"At nine".
The taxi arrived fifteen minutes before nine, the perfect time to arrive at Silco's house at the agreed hour. Prue had donned her classic Christmas outfit: a jumper, covered by a hoodie to withstand the cold, flannel pants, and mismatched socks. She usually didn't wear shoes, but just to attack Silco's sense of ridicule, she put on the oldest dress shoes she owned. The combination was horrible, and she was sure he would end up dragging her to a mall in order to change her outfit.
The girl made sure to bring everything she needed. The day before they had agreed by messages that what they required was to raise their Christmas spirit, and for that, they would see terrible and abominable Christmas movies. Thus, Prue offered to bring popcorn and some chocolates. Silco insisted that he could get it all, but she won the argument after sending him a lengthy paragraph about the importance of cooperating during those wonderful dates.
Knowing how little tolerance Silco had about it, he sure hadn't even read it in full. That made the girl smile.
So, she glanced at the bag she was carrying. The popcorn packages were ready there along with the different treats, a pair of gloves just in case, and a little gift that she had taken the trouble to buy. It was one of those hideous Christmas sweaters, a classic of classics. She had chosen it over her other options because this one had a design with three very annoying Rudolphs (which made no fucking sense), grinning like idiots with different coloured noses.
Silco hated few things about Christmas as much as Rudolph.
Although she would never admit it, she had also bought it as a kind of symbolism. Ugly sweaters were especially traded between couples, though she doubted Silco would think about it at all. He would probably be fuming for the damn reindeer.
The taxi started after greeting her. Prue nodded, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.
Coming.
Time was exact. If you don't get here at nine o'clock, I won't open the door for you.
The girl rolled her eyes. Silco was a maniac of times.
What if there is traffic?
Blame the Christmas spirit.
A laugh escaped her lips again. God, since yesterday, she felt that anything he said could make her laugh. Perhaps it was due to what he said after getting the first laugh out of her, because in his voice was only sincerity whilst he called her pretty. It made her feel light and silly. She would usually suppress those feelings, but they were, for the first time, stronger than her iron will.
After a while, she finally arrived at Silco's home. It was in the city limits, a little removed from society, very much in his style. It was larger than the ordinary house, though not large enough to be called a manor. She knew he was making enough money to buy a piece of land and have one built, but for some reason Silco preferred something a little more modest. She checked her cell phone as she rang the doorbell.
It was 9:02.
"I told you I wouldn't open the door", came the voice from the intercom. She rolled her eyes, still knowing he couldn't see her. "Do not roll your eyes at me, Prudence".
Okay, maybe he knew her a little better than she thought.
"Then I guess I'll eat your Hershey's", she threatened. There was a short silence.
"Is it cookies and cream?".
Prue smiled. If Silco knew things about her, she also knew things about him. One of the ones that had always caught her attention the most was his sweet tooth, particularly fond of chocolates.
"Yep".
The sound of the door buzzing told her that he was giving her permission to enter. The girl pushed it open and closed behind her, walking down the frozen path to the entrance of the house. There were some snowmen in the garden, no doubt made by Jinx before she left.
The door opened before she knocked. She stepped inside, brushing the snow off her shoulders, and faced Silco. As usual, he was wearing his vest and tie, changing the usual gray of the first for a bone tone, trousers of that same colour. In combination with his always red shirt, the outfit had a Christmas touch. He looked as handsome and elegant as ever.
He didn't seem to be fascinated by her attire, as expected.
"You look terrible", he told her, looking at her from head to toe. Prue crossed her arms.
"Didn't you say yesterday that I am pretty without straining?", she blurted out, pretending to be offended. He sighed, moving closer to her to take the bag from her hands. The closeness made her brain freeze.
"Correction: You dress terrible", he murmured, taking the bag from her grip with his long, slender fingers. The contact of their hands sent electricity through every corner of her body. "Still, you're always pretty".
It was a relief that he began to examine the contents of her bag (no doubt looking for his chocolate), for the poor girl turned so red that she could pass as Rudolph's nose.
They walked together into the living room, where Prue flopped down on the couch, kicking off her shoes: Barefoot was her passion. She looked at the flat screen in front of her, where Netflix was open to a list of Christmas movies. Just by looking at the titles, the young woman began to regret her proposal.
"Dreadful, isn't it?", Silco commented, sitting next to her. He had put the bag aside after finding his prize, which he ate with satisfaction. "I give you the opportunity to see Disney, if you want, but only the princesses".
"You're malevolent", she sputtered, her expressionless face pouting for a moment, a smile crossing the man's thin lips. She thought, however, that Silco would put up with Disney movies much better, just because when Jinx was little he watched them several times. And they both had to suffer. "I stick with Christmas, anyway".
The smile disappeared completely. Victory.
"As you wish", he growled, putting down the half-eaten chocolate to glance back at the bag. "I ordered dinner for ten o'clock, so if you want, we can make some pop— What's this?".
Silco took out the gift, wrapped in poinsettia wrapping paper. Prue blushed slightly, cursing herself for forgetting it. She had planned to give it to him later, but apparently she would now.
"Uh, I bought you something", she said. Silco looked surprised, and it occurred to her that he might be uncomfortable if he hadn't bought anything from her. She didn't care, but he wasn't very used to receiving without giving.
"Wait here", he ordered, before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen. When he returned, Prue's heart began to pound: Silco was holding a package in his hands. It wasn't wrapped in pesky Christmas paper, though. It was just a long, brown box. "I got this for you. I was planning on giving it to you before you left, but oh well".
Prue took it, the gifts being exchanged. He cleared his throat, and they chose to focus each on opening their own gift rather than looking at the other. When she uncapped the box, just as he tore the paper apart, and looked at the contents, she nearly had a heart attack.
It was a horrible jumper of a Santa jumping into a fireplace, 'Ho ho ho!' escaping from his plump mouth. She felt so hot on her cheeks that she was sure her skin was going to burn. Over the edge of the box lid she saw Silco, those pale cheeks with a reddish tinge to them.
"I hate it", he snapped, unfolding the jumper and staring at it in all its glory. Prue copied his actions with her own.
"You're not the only one", she growled back. Her gazes met, bicolour eyes hiding a laugh behind them, sealing something else that she couldn't decipher. A smile tugged at his thin, pale lips.
"Would you like me to wear it?", he asked him. Prue nodded, without thinking, and took off her hoodie to throw on the new jumper, which was quite loose. Silco's was also quite large, and looked even more so thanks to his slim body. "You look better now".
"Un. Believable", she said, rolling her eyes hard. Silco snorted in amusement and took the box and the wrapping paper along with the bag, disappearing back into the kitchen.
"So you want to have some popcorn?", his voice came from that place. Prue answered a laconic yes, too absorbed in observing the ugly jumper on her body, delighted in how beautiful it was to receive an unexpected gift.
Did he think of that gift under the same symbolism with which she had thought of his?
Several hours later, dinner was finally finished. They had seen a film and a half, the first one so disgustingly cliché that Prue begged him to change it. The second wasn't so bad, although predictable to the limit. Both him and her constantly criticized the decisions and arguments of the characters, constantly mocking the good faith that Hollywood insisted on putting in all the damn films. That's what made their dinner enjoyable, the constant snide comments and eye rolling. Silco had secluded himself in one corner of the sofa, Prue in the other, and the food containers had been left between them.
Containers that were now empty. The film was ending, the final sequences showing, and they both took advantage of the predictable happy ending to clean all that was left.
"Ah, I love spaghetti", Prue commented. Her feeding had improved a lot since Silco came into her life, all thanks to his constant threats to tube feed her if she didn't improve her feeding habits. Because of that, her appetite was greater, and she had remembered the simple yet perfect pleasure it was to eat. That pleasure multiplied when she ate pasta.
"It tasted very good", the man admitted. Together they went to the kitchen, throwing the containers in the trash can and putting the dishes in the sink. Prue stood there for a moment, the sleeves of her jumper covering her hands.
Silco was already on his way back to the living room, ready to see one more film before he exploded, when he noticed that she wasn't following him. He turned, finding the girl looking back at him, leaning against the kitchen counter. He raised an eyebrow.
"Is something the matter?", he asked. Almost no words came out, too lost in how cute she looked in that hideous jumper and her flannel pants. It almost looked like pyjamas. He wondered if that's how he could see her every morning, if only he had the courage to ask her.
"I... I wanted to thank you", she began, her husky voice with a hint of doubt, as if she wasn't sure what she wanted to say. Silco moved closer to face her, his closeness seemingly making her feel more nervous. "For inviting me to dinner. Christmas is not an easy time, you know?".
"I can imagine", he admitted. A hand went to scratch that spot between her nose and her eye, a habit of hers that betrayed her anxiety.
"It... means a lot to me, that you thought about inviting me before spending it like any other day", she continued, her gaze fixed on the refrigerator instead of him. "I know you don't like this day very much, either".
Silco stretched out his hand, pulling hers away from her face and intertwining his fingers with it. The contact sent the girl's pulse skyrocketing, and she was sure he could hear it because of the wild pounding of her heart.
"I don't like it at all", he said, very slowly. Prue felt his intense eyes fixed on her, gouging her head at the lack of eye contact. She didn't want to do it, because she was afraid of losing herself in his gaze and doing something that she would later regret. Silco leaned a little closer. Something in him wavered, Prue could feel it, but in the end she felt an arm go around her, and she was pushed against his chest.
He was hugging her. He was hugging her just because he could, because why not. By reflex, she squeezed his hand tightly.
"But I like being with you", the man admitted, placing a kiss on her forehead.
Prue thought she was going to pass out. She circled the man's waist, allowing herself that moment of happiness, looking for something to anchor her to reality. She sighed, hidden there in his arms.
Neither of them knew how long they were there, but neither of them cared too much. In the end, what broke the charm was the deep silence from television, an indicator that even the credits had ended. Prue slowly pulled away, commenting on it, proposing to put another bag of popcorn in the microwave. He nodded, releasing her hand with difficulty, and returned to the living room to find another ridiculous title while she took care of the food.
By the time Prue went to sit down with the bowl of popcorn, Silco had already started the next stupid film. He was beginning to feel uneasy about so many clichés and stupid morals when all that took a back seat, as the girl had sat right next to him despite having the rest of the sofa to herself. She turned, lovely eyes fixed on him.
"Can we snuggle?", she asked. Silco felt heat on his cheeks, just nodding. She put the bowl on his legs, and getting fully on the couch, she snuggled against his chest. He put an arm around her shoulders, settling himself a little better, and their hands met again. It felt so... so good, the simple act of intertwining their fingers.
He planted a kiss on her forehead again. A sigh escaped her lips.
"Are you comfortable?", he whispered, not separating his lips from her forehead. She nodded, and to prove it, she popped a couple of popcorn into her mouth. Silco smiled, mimicking the action and paying attention to whatever it was going to torment his poor eyes and ears for the next 80 minutes.
That is, if contact with the girl allowed him to focus at all.
The film ended, unsurprisingly, with a moral lesson and a happy ending. It had been so particularly bad that Prue ended up lying on Silco's lap and dozing off, occasionally spouting 'that's so fucking stupid'. He, on the other hand, dedicated himself to caressing her hair, his long fingers combing and untangling the strands, laughing every time she complained about the film.
With the end of it, however, it also came the end of the evening. Prue sat up, yawning, her half-sleepy eyes watching him.
"That was disgusting", she commented. Silco nodded, admiring her face again. It was amazing how adorable she could be. It didn't matter her eternal seriousness, her self-imposed expressionlessness; somehow, she always managed to look cute.
It crossed Silco's mind that maybe it wasn't that she always looked like this, but that it was the way she looked when she was with him.
"I guess it's time to go", she yawned at his silence, stretching her arms. He nodded again, getting up to go get the car keys. Halfway through, however, he stopped.
Prue had already collected her things when she saw him standing there. She raised an eyebrow and leaned closer, touching his arm. Silco often froze somewhere when he thought too intensely about something.
"Is something the matter?", she asked, and she couldn't help but blush as she remembered where they'd got the last time someone asked that that night. Silco turned, a sigh escaping his lips. He reached out his hand, and she took it. She was beginning to like that action, to like how well their palms and fingers fit together.
"I'd like you to stay", he murmured. Almost, he almost seemed embarrassed for admitting that. Once again, her heart began to speed up… Until she remembered that it was no wonder he wanted to spend the night with her.
"I'm a little tired", she said, and it was true. She didn't think she would be able to endure a full session. Too many emotions in one day for her poor body and her poor sanity.
Silco raised an eyebrow, that damned expression made his face a thousand times more attractive. A shadow of understanding crossed his eyes.
"Ah, I don't mean for... that", he half clarified. She cocked her head. "I just want you to spend the night with me. Nothing more".
Her heart raced again. Never, ever had that happened. Silco didn't keep her with him at night unless they were having sex, but now...
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
So engulfed was she that she didn't realize he was back in her personal space. The hand that was free of hers found its place on her neck, gently pushing on her jaw to make her lift her face.
He was close to her. Way too close.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.
"I do not want you to leave me".
She couldn't resist any more. His words were like honey... No, worse. Like a drug, like the Shimmer he trafficked. Something that made her feel terrified and joyous at the same time. It was because of it that she lost herself, crossing the distance and capturing his lips, soft pressure against them. They had kissed many times before, but never like this. Never without the veil of lust and passion covering their faces. Never with anything more than a sincere desire to be close to each other.
His hand slid from his neck to her waist, his entire body being carried away by those beautiful lips of hers. Silco felt a wild pounding against his chest as he leaned on her, unsure if it was his or hers. It was probably both's, to be honest. But he barely had the mind to notice anything other than the ten thousand fireworks exploding in his heart the longer their kiss dragged on.
After several long, eternal minutes, they parted ways. Prue's cheeks were flushed red, and her exhaustion had completely vanished. She felt stimulated. If Sevika challenged her to a hand-on-hand duel at that time, she was sure that she could beat her without problems. She looked into the mismatched eyes, which regarded her with little short of adoration. Silco smiled at her.
"Come".
Seconds later, they were in the man's room. Prue had spent many nights there, none as an impromptu guest. Silco helped her undress, removing both sweaters from her, kissing her once more when he left her with only her bra on. He did it without sexual desire, with nothing to indicate that he was doing it for the usual reasons. Every time their lips parted and came back together, her heart was shaken with the force of an earthquake.
"It's—", she began, being interrupted by the clash of their lips again. Silco stopped when he registered that she was trying to speak. "It's cold".
He chuckled, arms around her waist, keeping her close to him.
"Didn't you say you were never cold?", he teased, walking with her in his arms to one of the furniture where he kept his clothes. He released her as she grumbled something he honestly paid no attention to, searching through the drawers for one of his pyjamas. Eventually he found it, black like most of them, save for the crimson ones. "Here, put this on. Perhaps it would be a good idea to bring more changes of clothes for you", he commented, referring to the fact that, to facilitate their nights together, she had a designated drawer for her underwear and causal outfits.
Prue nodded, sliding into the clothing, swapping her flannel pants for velvety pyjamas. It suited her quite well, to be honest, though it might have been better to see her in red.
"Oh? Is this how it feels to be a millionaire?", she asked, climbing onto the bed. Silco rolled his eyes and began to pick up the clothes she had left lying around. He incidentally noticed the disparate socks that she had not taken off, the fact so horrifying that it almost gave him a stroke.
"I'm no millionaire", he said, stripping as well, putting on another of his velvety pyjamas. He turned off the lights and climbed into the bed, opening his side and finding her under the covers. They laid face to face, each on their side. "But yes, I guess that's what it feels like to be rich".
Prue laughed a little. She reached out her hand, fingers caressing the scarred side of his face. He never admitted it, but she knew it was hard for him sometimes to deal with those marks. She had seen photos of his youth, shown by Jinx. In those images, two teal eyes returned the cold gaze to the camera, his features as attractive as in present time.
She wanted to remind him. To tell him how much he attracted her.
"I really like you, Silco", she commented, gathering the courage to say it. No matter how many times he kissed her and held her close to him, she would always feel self-conscious about admitting anything about it.
Silco sighed under her touch, and finally it was he who crossed the space between them, hugging her tenderly. His movements contrasted again with everything she was used to: Where before he touched and took without second thought or consideration, now he was so gentle and doubtful, as if she were going to vanish into thin air. He kissed her, light pressure on her lips. The contact was brief, but it still made her sigh.
"You asked if this is how it felt to be a millionaire?", he questioned, not moving too far apart, breathing the same air. She hummed, focused on staring at his lips, wanting to feel them again. Silco cleared his throat, a gesture of his insecurity, but still he continued. "How much would you like to find out what it feels like to be in a relationship with one?".
That got her attention completely. Silco looked at her seriously, not the slightest hint of amusement in his precious eyes. She felt heat not only on her face, but on her entire body. She had successfully turned into a human red Christmas sphere.
"Did you just—?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, please", he growled. He was embarrassed now, she knew it. It wasn't easy for either of them to talk about feelings and stuff, but she was glad that he had the initiative. She pushed her lips against his, deepening just a little.
"I'm dying to find out", she answered against his mouth. Something that sounded like a sigh of relief combined with a shaky laugh escaped from the man's chest, who hugged her tightly.
Ultimately, Prue snuggled between his neck and shoulder, her arms wrapped around his waist. He went back to stroking her hair with his fingers, knowing that it helped her sleep. His lips were pressed to her temple.
"I think I might love you", he confessed a while later, encouraged by being covered in darkness and calm. He said it in such an incredibly low voice that he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't heard him.
Time passed, without any response. She, in effect, had fallen asleep. Silco smiled nonetheless, choosing to seek rest. All that mattered was that she was there, willing to stay with him.
Silco opened his eyes rather early, just as the rays of the sun began to creep through the small opening in the curtains. He sighed, cursing that habit of waking up along with the day. Looking to the right, he met Prue. He had seen her sleep before, but he had never seen her sleep smiling. It was very light, barely noticeable, but he was an expertise at determining the small changes in her face.
She looked just like he had dreamed of.
Silco was preparing to return to his dream when he felt Prue move. She cuddled closer to him, searching from his warmth, her lips moving against his neck in soft kisses. He enjoyed the attention, slowly falling asleep thanks to the kind caresses she provided. Before falling, though, he managed to hear what she was saying.
"I think I love you too", she whispered, her voice hardly audible.
And with that, Silco stopped feeling a cold that he hadn't even noticed he felt.