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He always sneaked up without a sound. He didn't make any this time either. He was getting closer, closer, closer... And jumped right under the covers, getting comfortable very quickly. Only after that did he notice that excepted warmth of his beloved and dear Theuden wasn't there. Moreover, there was no Theuden in this bed! Only a pillow pile.
Before Isran could come to his senses, the Davut got right onto him, laughing and tickling his defenseless neck. Squeaky giggling and loud, but so hilariously sounded prayers for the mercy echoed through the room. And he was heard. Theuden just hung over him now, staring straight into his soul with that emerald green eyes of his.
"Now you know my only weakness." Isran whispered as quietly as he could. He hasn't allowed that for anyone in a long time. A time so long he forgot how it feels to let someone know your weaknesses. To just hand the one a knife so sharp it could get you killed instantly. He forgot what it's like to fear getting stabbed with it.
His heart was beating way faster now. He could swear it's so loud that it's actually embarrassing. But the gaze of the precious green eyes was still fixed on him. Until Theuden looked away. He ran his eyes around the room and then let his body fall straight on Isran. He didn't laugh or even say anything anymore. He used his lips for a different thing now, he kissed duelist's collarbones, neck, he climbed higher and higher with that kisses. One was left on the cheek, some more time was given to that charming lips of his, the nose got it's attention too, and finally, the forehead was kissed as tenderly as everything else. Only then did he took the courage to say something.
"You can't even imagine how much I love you." Theuden said so calmly and serenely. He didn't even noticed how he was being hugged now, must be so relaxed here. But he did notice being laid down on the bed and getting a too familiar face buried in dark blue crown. It was so warm, so cozy here... So right.
It's like the time itself was slowing its pace for those two to cuddle in bed a little longer. But even if seconds got by in the same rhythm, if minutes didn't wait, it didn't matter. They both are here. Right there for eachother under that heavy and soft blanket, hugging one another, both trying to match the breathing, ending up with confusing eachother.
It's not hard to fall asleep in situation like that, it's very easy to be honest. Maybe because of that lord Theuden Davut was already snoring quietly. Or maybe because that day was too much of a hussle and tiredness for him. And because of that the idea of falling asleep before dinner didn't seem so bad. Isran was dozing off too.
And it felt so warm, so cozy, so damn right.