"Fuck-" he hissed out, grabbing onto my waist as I practically stepped out of the shower naked.

"Kye, not now," I said as I shrugged him off, walking towards my dresser.

"We've been in a coma for a month, that is way too long since I touched your body," he protested, following close behind me. "Plus these extra two weeks."

I just rolled my eyes, grabbing his shirt and walking over to where my hair brush sat on the bed side table.

"Stop whining," I said to him, and he glared at me. "I don't want to risk it," I told him, watching as he grabbed his pillow and placed it on the bed.

"And," I started, looking at his muscles that flexed when he pulled back the blankets, his toned body completely visible, for he slept shirtless. "I want you too."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I understand."

I nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"But as soon as that time is up," --he gripped onto the sheets-- "I'm gonna fuck the living daylight out of you."

I took a shaky breath, feeling his hand slither up to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to his lips.

"Just you wait," he murmured against my mouth, "you won't be able to walk for weeks."

I just moaned, his other hand making it's way towards my waist, and then up to my chest.

I swatted his hand away, pulling away from his mouth.

He groaned, closing his eyes and then putting his head on the pillow.

"You're such a tease," he muttered out, and I playfully smacked him.

When I rolled over onto my side, I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me snug against his body.

"If I can't fuck you, then I'll hold you as close as possible," he whispered in my ear, and I smiled.

"Good," I whispered back, feeling his body heat against mine, soothing me into a nice sleep.

When I felt him kiss my cheek, I knew he was falling close behind too.

"Goodnight my love," he said quietly, and I knew he was asleep when I felt his small breaths at my back.

✥ ✥ ✥

"Already?" I said surprised, placing the water back in the fridge.

"Yeah-" Kye said from behind me, and when I looked over at him, his eyes were already on me.

"I want to go with you," I said to him, and he only shook his head.

"No," he stated, "you won't be taking part in any of these missions."

I just clenched onto the counter, pressing my tongue to the inside of my cheek.

"Fine," I said blankly, "be safe."

I took a couple steps, and he grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me tight against his front.

"Don't be like that," he whispered in my ear. "This is your father orders, not mine."

I just nodded, sighing into the feeling of his lips against my neck.

"If anything- I want your beautiful body there, killing everyone and everything."

I moaned when he bit my skin, then I felt his tongue swipe against my sore skin.

"Now be a good girl here," he murmured against my neck.

I nodded, my body becoming cold when he stepped away.

"I'll be back soon," he said as he grabbed his keys.

I watched as he gave me one last kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said back, watching as he smiled at me and shut the door on his way out.

I took a deep, grabbing onto the mixing bowl and grabbing the flour and sugar.

"This will be fun," I muttered, grabbing a spoon and mixing the ingredients.