Sharing a bed during a trip—neither of them sleeps much because they’re too aware of the other’s presence. ( * for valko !
how did he let this happen? the male was always careful, too careful. but her scent— the moment his nostrils catch wind of her his face twists, brows pinched inward, swooping low on lids at the sight of her in the far distance. she was reckless, too careless— was it her being simply confident in herself? he had to protect her this time. his only instinct was to take her far away and deep into the woods, his home. the moment he had her in his large arms, hugging her . . valko strokes her cheek with the back of his index finger, a gentle sigh escaping the giant male. he asks this of jinae, trust me please. valko runs with her steadily in his arms, tight to his chest for hours until he reaches his little oasis tucked in a corner. it wasn’t much, but it would be enough for the two of them.
fuck, the bed. it hardly fit him. a hand rises to the back of his neck, scratching it. heat rises fast against his cheeks at his orbs lingering at bare legs. a few hours earlier, they were caught in a storm. layers of clothes clung to them, he offered only a mere black shirt— nothing else would fit. he did attempt to dry her clothing, leaving them folded at the door of his makeshift bathroom. he swallows hard, the salvia in his mouth was utterly dry. “take the bed, jinae. i’ll keep watch.” he needed distance, he had to have distance from her even if it was a few feet away from his bed, he still had a close eye on her. . want her. want her. want her. . valko’s chest pumps hard against his ribs, jaw gritting tight as his teeth clench. he has to stay focused.
hours pass in the night when flashing lights and the shaking of the very few walls make valko pause to look at jinae to ensure she was still slumbered away, when he nearly jumps out of his feet. his features soften, lips press together while he blinks, golden irises watch her carefully. a soft tremble is noticed, and he nods. it was the storm, he understood. jinae takes him towards his own bed, his covers were lifted and pulled, her scent again nearly knocks him out. valko is quick and awkward with his movements getting into the small mattress, not daring to move the covers. valko is stiff, utterly frozen in his place when he feels her foot run down his muscular leg. jinae growing more comfortable by the second she leans into him, he takes a sharp breath in. he can’t breathe, cause if he does— he doesn’t know what he will do.
