#clavis fluff

«I believe it’s quite late at night, your Highness,» you teased him, standing up so that you could face him, «I doubt most of the people in the Castle are sleeping, yet.»

«I know, I know, however, my heart is heavily burdened,» despite his words, Clavis spoke with his usual grin while walking towards you with long steps, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you towards his chest, «I didn’t get to dance with my sweetheart.» he whispered, and you desperately wanted to kiss that annoying smirk from his lips.

«Why didn’t you save me a dance?» he teased again, leaning towards your lips with the intention to finally kiss you, but you immediately tilted your head to the side, so that his lips found your cheek instead.

«I believe it’s you who didn’t save me a dance…» you mumbled, your tone a little bit sadder than you originally planned.

The truth was that you desperately wanted to dance with Clavis at some point of the night, but such a simple wish seemed to be impossible to realize: your lover was constantly talking about business with nobles, thing that left you waiting for him as you occupied your time chatting with the other Princes.  

Although you sometimes met Clavis’ apologetic gaze through the crowd, you spent song after song waiting, and waiting, and waiting; without realizing it, it was already time to head home. Clavis’ fingertips tilted your head towards him, and as his gaze burned into yours, you noticed that every trace of his usual amusement had vanished from his features; he gently ran his gloved fingertips on your cheekbones and repeated the action a handful of times to the point it tickled, and you scoffed a laugh in half annoyance.

«I have an idea,» you watched as Clavis’ perfect grin painted his lips, «let’s have a dance.» «Here?» you echoed, unsure. «Here and now.» Clavis confirmed, before detaching himself from you and taking a step back and you could nothing but look with with incredulous amusement at the Prince – now hinting a bow in front of you.

«Would you bless me with the honour to dance with me?» Clavis dramatically asked, and you giggled in return.

«I would love to, but…» although your doubts, the Prince had already guided both your hands on his shoulders, before wrapping his arms around your waist, «what about the musicians? And… Well, personal space?» you asked, referring to the fact that the stance you were in definitely wasn’t like any steps allowed during dances.

«Do we need any of that, my love?» Clavis confidently answered before taking your hand and slowly making you twirl in front of him, just to guide you in the position you were in earlier; your bodies were slowly swinging left and right, the only music you could actually hear was the song of nocturnal birds and crickets and still, as Clavis’ eyes bore into yours with nothing but the deepest affection, you found yourself preferring this to any kind of dance he could have asked for in public.

«Most importantly, I unintentionally made my only love sad tonight.» Clavis admitted, his features serious once again; you sighed softly, reaching out to caress the frown away from his handsome face.

«You didn’t make me sad,» you replied earnestly, «although I love spending time with you while we’re in public, I love just as much – probably even more, when I have you all for myself.» you confessed, enjoying the faint blush colouring Clavis’ surprised features. Clavis’ adorablesurprised face turned into a gentle smile, and he buried his face in your neck while mumbling a soft «how can you be so cute…» thing that made you genuinely laugh, simultaneously making the two of you stop your silent dance.

«Do you think we could dance like this again, sometimes?» you asked Clavis, who instinctively stole your lips in a chaste and quick kiss.

«I don’t know, leaving the decision to me means that we’re going to have this kind of tryst every night.» Clavis’ eyes were now hungrily travelling on your features, and you slid your hands from his shoulders to his nape, standing on your tiptoes so that you could meet his eyes.

«Every night it is, then.» you hummed, before capturing the Prince’s lips in a kiss.  

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Clavis frowns when he enters the castle and it’s quiet, usually, he is pounced on by Belle. Stopping by Sariel’s office, his worry grows when he is informed she hasn’t been feeling the best.

Frantically checking the library, kitchen, and her room, he has almost given up when he opens his door. The moonlight shines down on his bed where a lump is showing. Relief floods Clavis’s face as he hurries to change into his nightclothes.

Amusement shines in his eyes as he moves toward the lump on his bed, pouncing on the bed and wrapping his arms around the blanket wrapped Belle. Laughter comes from under the blanket, and the Prince moves the blanket down, uncovering her face.

“Hey, you’re squishing me!” Belle squeals and Clavis laughs.

“Why do you always end up under my blanket?”

“No reason, your’s is warmer” Belle’s face flushes and she hides her face. Clavis looks down at her and notices the way she buries her nose in his blanket.

“Well if you want I can buy you a warmer blanket,” Clavis teases, causing the woman to glare at him.

“Don’t you dare take this blanket away from me,” the exhaustion is evident in her voice, and Clavis sighs. He presses a kiss to her cheek and can feel the heat coming off her body, she shivers against him and he feels bad for teasing her so much.

“Come here, let me cuddle you properly,” he lays in his bed and slowly works Belle under both blankets, making sure his blanket is wrapped around her. Belle rests her head against his chest, her lids fluttering. Her body seems to stop shivering as bad as Clavis’s warmth intertwines with hers.

“So do you want to tell me why you were wrapped up all in my blanket?” he whispers, just wanting to hear her say it. Her voice finally drifts out of the blanket.