“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” With Kamal and Boris from the princess bride au? (You can replace hug with kiss if you want ;) )
17. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” Not as fluffy as it could be, but eh.
Kamal panted, adjusting Boris in his arms once again as he ran through the fire swamp, muscles heaving. There was no way to tell how far away Princess Martha and her men were at this point. Kamal ran as though every tree held a soldier hidden behind it, though his arms grew more and more strained under the weight of his beloved.Â
Kamal finally shuddered to a halt, panting. Gently, he set Boris on the ground, and leaned back against a tree, gasping for breath. Boris stood, brushing his dress off. Still in a state of shock, he made his way to Kamal slowly, feeling as though he was walking underwater.
“Kamal. Let me see your arm.” Without making eye contact with him, Kamal raised his arm, revealing the deep gash carved into it. Boris gasped, and grabbed Kamal’s forearm. Kamal flinched. Apologetically, Boris released him, and bent down. Taking up a section of his long skirt, he tore a strip off of it despite Kamal’s protest.Â
“It’s not much,” Boris confided to him. “I never had much healing knowledge.” Carefully, he wrapped Kamal’s arm, flinching at the speed the blood soaked through the thin cloth. The Y’owl’s weren’t strong physically, but their beaks were sharper than a soldier’s sword, and could penetrate through the toughest armor. Kamal suppressed a whimper. As Boris leaned down to tie the wrap, Kamal took his face into his hands.
“Boris,” He said. His voice was rough. He licked his lips. “I’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” Boris said. “I couldn’t do enough. This is all my fault. I could have stopped it from hurting you and I didn’t do anything.”Â
“If you had done something, you might have gotten hurt too.” Kamal hissed as his arm throbbed in pain, and pressed his face to Boris’s neck.Â
“I just need you.” Kamal said. “I don’t need anything else but you. If you don’t kiss me right now, I might fall apart.”Â
Boris’s gaze softened. He leaned forward, until his forehead was pressed against Kamal’s.Â
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “This is all because of me.”Â
Slowly, gently, he brushed his lips against Kamal’s. Kamal reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck.Â
There came a shout from off in the distance. They broke apart, as if a spell had been broken.Â
“Come on,” Said Kamal, taking Boris’s hand. “We can’t delay any longer. They’ll be on us soon if we aren’t careful.”Â
And off they ran together.