Tea Enthusiast

"My lady, I am not permitted to sleep until I am certain that you are safe and properly looked after. I would be failing if you were to require a drink and I were asleep."  His words were soft, gaze echoing that softness despite the sharp edges and the armor that the boy wore. His prince wanted to ensure her safety while she was here and put Mihael to the task, putting all of his faitl in the boy. Yes, perhaps he was tired... But it was part of his training to resist that and press onward, fighting it off until he was certain that he could stay awake no longer and then he'd have to pass his task onto one of his brothers- Thomas or Christopher.

   A soft gulp, a faint blush and - she was thanking any deity that she could that Michael was holding her up - and a word left her.

     Her blush grew,skin tingling at his touch. Yuma’s hands shakily placed themselves on Michael’s shoulders,to balance herself. The girl stood in a pair of heels that were a little less than stable. Her breath hitched a little.

    Yuma fidgeted, pulling the dark,frilly material down to cover her ass. Under the skirt was a scrap of lace that could barely be called underwear, along with stockings that accentuated her legs. Her other arm covered her top part,which was in nothing but a lacy,flimsy black bra.

Michael shivered in her grasp, trying to keep a hold on the situation. "Y-Yeah, I'm all yours. Just as-" Michael shifted them both so it was a lot more comfortable, pressing his lips to her caramel skin, purring warmly. "- you are mine... My sweet ray of hope..." His words dripped with affection, the boy's hands starting to wander her figure, tracing her curves, fingertips trailing across warm skin as if he were memorizing every inch of her, despite having done that already. A delicate smile curled the corners of his mouth upwards as he leaned in, whispering into her ear. "I love you, Yuma." Words weren't enough to show how much he loved his darling angel... She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her... And there just weren't enough words to tell her that without talking for too long.

   ”You can come into the cocoon if you want. It’s warm and soft.” she opened the blanket and wrapped an arm around him, successfully trapping him in the swath of blankets like it was a pair of wings. Yuma herself was dressed in a very over sized shirt and stockings that went nearly to the top of her thighs.

Staying in and eating Michael's homemade chicken soup, it was. The Arclight boy got down to her level, cupping Yuma's face in his hands and pressing a quick kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against her own. "Do you want to cuddle and watch a movie or anything? Or are you just gonna sit here, in your cocoon all day?"  Michael was only teasing, the smile never leaving his lips. If she didn't feel good, it was his duty to take care of her. If that meant crawling into her cocoon with her, that was what he'd do. III placed a soft kiss on her nose, green hues gazing at her with nothing but adoration.

M!A: You have to confess your love and propose to your significant other within a week or you begin to lose your memories.

    — Work was over! Huzzah! A small smile was placed on the student’s features,happy to be free of work for a few days due to fighting for it; days to spend with friends, and…

He was stunned for a moment. Yuma looked absolutely adorable and he almost wanted to voice that opinion, thought he opted for silence and placing a kiss on her cheek instead. Michael's own arms went around Yuma, the boy chuckling lightly and nuzzling her. "I see that. And I managed to talk them into letting me have a few days off too." He responded happily, thrilled that he had managed to squeeze in some time with Yuma after how busy the two had become. Indulging in her presence, he decided to just hold her close for a moment more.  Arms rested around her waist, keeping her close but steering her away from his little surprise. He couldn't have her discovering everything so soon and ruining it, could he? "So, any idea what you'd like to do, Yuma?"  Michael's tone was dripping with sweetness, lips pressing themselves to her cheek one or two more times.