15 for Wayne and Siluka!
MY OTP!!! I have not written them in so long! This is for the Affectionate/Sweet Moments meme I posted the first day of May. Yep. Iām embarrassed.
15. A Hope We Donāt Get Caught Kiss
āYouāll never take me alive, cowboy scum!ā
Wayne ducked a potentially lethal swipe of Schalkās driftwood, but his grin remained on his face. The hat was not so lucky.
āIāve fought more fearsome pirates than you!ā Wayne taunted, swinging an imaginary lasso at his foe. Schalk, giggling, dodged out of the way, but slipped on the fallen hat and landed with a hard plop on the grass. Alma tottered up to Wayne and clung to his leg while he struck a victorious pose.
āCowboys are so handsome,ā Alma squeaked.Ā āIām going to marry a cowboy when I grow up.ā
Schalk got to his feet and tried to scowl.Ā āCowboys are cheaters.ā
Siluka, dozing in the shade of Mithra and Lotusās roof, smiled to herself. She didnāt need to sit up to know Wayneās cheeks would be turning pink. She wouldnātāve sat up anyway, but knowing her boyfriendās habits extremely well was a good enough excuse.
āDinner!ā Zahau called from the house below. Schalkās scowl deepened with genuine disappointment.Ā
āDa-a-d, Wayneās almost dead! I almost got him!ā
Caolilaās voice joined them.Ā āLetās see how long you last if you donāt come in right now.ā
Schalk was gone in a flash. Alma, taking her time in unwrapping her arms from Wayneās leg, stumbled after him. Siluka curled onto her side, back facing the house, watching Wayne pick up his hat and dust it off. He joined her on the stubby grass, stretching out next to her and plopping the hat on her own head. Even with her face half-covered, Siluka could see him smiling with shameless adoration at her.
āYour face is sunburnt,ā she noted. She reached out and poked his nose. A white indentation lingered before fading back to pink.Ā āSee?ā Wayne swiped a hand over his face, as if it had magically turned into a hand mirror.Ā
āAh, goodness,ā he sighed, flopping back on the grass, arms akimbo.Ā āCanāt even spend a day off without some sort of awful adventure. Sunburn, pirate invasions...ā
āIāll be careful when I kiss you, then,ā Siluka laughed, scooting closer. Hat askew, she paused when she saw his serious expression fixed on the sky. She propped her chin on his shoulder and pressed her lips against his jaw instead.Ā āYour aura is blue.ā
āIs that good?ā Wayne asked the sky.
āNot this shade of blue.ā
Finally, he rolled over on his side to face her. Siluka drew back to look at him properly.Ā āI know Schalk was just teasinā, but...Siluka--ā
Siluka blinked.Ā āYouāre not a cheater. I know that.ā
His face froze for just a second, just long enough that she could see its relief, then split into a sheepish grin.Ā āYou always know just how to read me,ā he replied. Siluka pulled the lapels of his coat, using them as leverage, and rolled on top of him.
āWe read each other well, I think.ā
Wayneās cheeks were pinker than the sunburn could take credit for. He glanced first at the archaeologistsā house, then Zahauās house, then behind her to the path. Siluka leaned her forehead on his and pecked the tip of his nose.
āDonāt you think--ā
āI think itās dinnertime,ā she hummed, sliding down his body to lean into a real kiss. Wayne didnāt need much encouragement after that.
By the time the sun was no longer much of a threat, bickering voices climbing up the path tried to reach them, and failed. Too caught up in their kiss, they didnāt realize Mithra and Lotus had returned home from the inn until an uncharacteristically embarrassed Mithra was yelling at Lotus to stop pulling his hat down and to go find some water to splash the couple with.















