take me into your loving arms;
for tsunderelen she really likes Miaka. so. take this--
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“There you are.”
        A smooth, calm voice spoke from behind you. You could hear light footsteps approach you before a pair of muscular tattooed arms embraced you from behind. Miaka pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin on it, and you felt your cheeks heating up as the seconds ticked by.
        “I missed you, you know.”
        “I m-missed you too.”
        You could feel his cool breath against your scalp as he chuckled, quietly, before slowly turning you around so that you could face him. He picked you up — you wrapped your legs around his waist, blushing all the while – and he pecked a kiss to your nose. You smiled, resting your hands on his shoulders as he gripped your hips gently.
You always felt tiny in his arms – he was over a foot taller than you and built like a rock, but he always handled you delicately, like a piece of fine china. He was always careful not to hurt you.
“Stop being so tall,” you pouted, the tiniest whine in your voice, “you make me feel short.”
“Maybe because you are short,” he teased, tilting his head to one side. You could see his demon tail flick back and forth, slowly, like a cat’s.
“Miaka!” He only laughed at your response before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. His lips were always soft, but icy. He himself was always cold to the touch. It took you a great deal of getting used to when you both had started dating three months ago – but eventually, you found comfort in his cool embrace. You couldn’t imagine him without it.
“I love you, shorty,” he grinned as he stroked your lower back with the tips of his fingers.
“I love you too,” you couldn’t help but pout again at being called shorty, but eventually that pout was replaced with a smile.
He was your demon prince, and your demon prince only. Even if he could be a jackass sometimes, you loved that about him.
You couldn’t imagine your life without him.
