Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

I don't think it will be the beds that make it hard to get up, pretty.

Pax chuckled softly.

The room made him smile. One filled with adoration because it was Xinalith's. Even if not their normal residence they were marked all over it. On the run they were just in inn beds or at camp, this was actually their room and bed. Something about that made it better, more special. All of it feeling more real. They weren't just sharing a bed. They were now sharing Xinalith's bed.

Though with that came a realization, while cleaned up, he was still in his murder clothing. Not something for bed.

Actually I should probably shower properly and change first. I don't want to make your bed dirty.

You can join me if you want.

Then came his little tease. You’d think that they would get flustered, maybe fumble over their words a little because they started to picture a naked Pax.

You would partially be correct. They were now picturing him naked and getting flustered, (pervert) but they were now contemplating it. Gears slowly turning in their mind. Xinalith was feeling extra clingy as a result of what’s happened today, and they didn’t really want to be away from him. Even for small tasks like bathing.

A few blinks and a hand squeeze later, and Xinalith was back to pulling him along. This time? To the bathroom.

Okay.

It came out hushed, their gaze averted and their hold on him the things grounding them. Why were they agreeing to this when they haven’t seen each other naked at all? Sure, they were going to at some point, but why were they nervous? Were they being silly? They were, they were being ridiculous.

For once Pax was blinking blankly. Not even fully registering they were pulling him to the bathroom. He was about to see Xinalith naked. They were about to see him. Somehow it not being sexual in nature left Pax unsure of how to react. Obviously he wanted that but it was so much more intimate like this.

There was a sudden nervousness to him. Never one to normally be shy about being naked but something so, so different with Xinalith.

Wha-? Clothes?

They were taking off clothing why were they asking about them? They'd be on the ground soon hopefully. Then it dawned on him.

Oh right, outside in my bag. With Lilly. We can grab our bags.

Assuming they wouldn't want to part, he was dragging them off now. Making their way through the tower quickly to see Lilly and Cantaloupe in the grass. A small whistle to call them over and a "hey girl" as he pet her. Pax could explain to her this was their new life later. Taking the saddles and bags off of both horses he took the bags again, looking to Xinalith.

So...shower?

Yes. Shower.

That would be his answer. Xinalith was still up for it.

Heading back into the tower, they first made the drop off in the bedroom so they could place the bags down and gather fresh clothing to change into. The rest could be dealt with tomorrow, it wasn't much of a concern. After that though? It was back to the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, there would be a large, waterfall shower with plenty of space for the two of them - perks of having a luxurious tower, huh? - as well as general decorations. It was a lovely space, but that was nothing to dwell on when the bigger matter was at hands.

What... do they do? Do they just start taking their clothes off? Oh, wait, shower first. Might be a good idea to turn that on so it can warm up.

Blinking several times, Xinalith cleared their throat and nodded.

Okay. Shower. It's, uh. On. I'm... yes.

Once more he was mostly zoned out into his thoughts while grabbing the clothing and getting to the bathroom. Nice shower completely fucked off because there was something much more demanding of his attention.

Of course he noticed Xinalith's flustered state and he was trying not to stare, but he wanted to stare. He really wanted to stare.

Fucking degenerate.

Hearing their stutters a small smile formed. This was ridiculous. Obviously they wanted to see one another naked so why was this so much more nerve-wracking?

Deciding to just bite the bullet he started to strip. Like ripping off the band aid. Shirt, pants, underwear, naked. And then he slipped into the shower. It was hard to say if it was to run and hide himself or give Xinalith some privacy from his staring. Either way the hot water started to run over him, a content sigh leaving him.

The water's nice and warm when you're ready, beautiful.

Look, they were pretty. Very pretty. They had no problem with their appearance whatsoever, including their body. But now having Pax see it? What if he suddenly decided he didn't like what he saw? Outsider comment, that is simply impossible. What if there was something about their frame that they never viewed as bad or something, but another did? They hadn't done this before. Gods, this was stressful.

Their ear twitched at his words. Right. Shower time. Warm water. Oh, and he called them beautiful. That helped, that very much helped.

Taking a deep breath, Xinalith soon joined him, scarlets focused on where they were standing at first before they fell on Pax and-.

Okay, lock them up, because the very first thing they saw was, you guessed it, that monster he had apparently been carrying around this entire time. What the fuck? Is that even natural? Scarlets shot up to his face when they realised they were still looking, and it was now not helping. Thank the steam from the water, because there could've been some coming out of the top of their head at this point.

Blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblinkblinkblink.

You're very-

Big?

Big.

Oh, shit, they said that out loud. A squeak fell.

I mean. Fuck. Uh. You're very beautiful, very handsome, wow you are very handsome. I'm sorry I shouldn't be- oh gods this was- I'm looking aga- where is that even- how is- I'm sorry I'll shut up but, ha, wow. Thank you.

Who were they thanking? The universe? Pax? Pax's... parents?? Anyone?? Hello?

Shower let's shower I need to shower yep, shower, that's what we're here for, very good, very very good.

Maybe... just maybe... if they focused on getting clean, letting the hot water run over them, they could also wash away the absolutely filth they just spat out. That sounded like a reasonable plan.

Hearing them come in he looked over at them. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fuck. He was screwed. So screwed. They were far more ethereal than he could have imagined. Far too naked through, they should be covered in bite marks. His. Pretty red marks on pale skin. He should not be thinking like this right now. He was very exposed. Thoughts like that could be seen in a physical reaction right now.

Looking back to their face and swallowing hard he noticed where Xinalith was looking. Now Pax was well aware he was well endowed. It was hard not to know. The man was packing something lethal. The problem is he had no idea what was going on in Xinalith's head about it. The moment they opened his mouth though, a smirk started forming. Nerves melting into cockiness.

I am, yes. Is that alright with you?

Of course he had to get in a tease.

You're very...

His eyes wandered again with a hungered hum.

Ethereal. Perfect. Beautiful. Words really can't truly capture just how beyond the realm of stunning you are. Sorry if I'm staring but...wow.

Hearing their rambles he chuckled softly, moving his hand under their chin to lift it up. Eyes on him Xinalith.

You're fine. Deep breath. You're doing great. Also, you can look if you want, I don't mind.

Yes. It is. It is alright. Very, very alright. Very good.

You are not smooth whatsoever.

Xinalith's ear twitched at his compliments, a bashful chuckle slipping from their lips.

Thank you. Uh. You can stare if you like. I don't mind. Actually, I quite, ah, like it. Especially if you're enjoying what you're seeing.

They were in the middle of massaging the shampoo into their hair when their chin was suddenly lifted to look at him, widened scarlets meeting emeralds. Oh, they could look too. That's great. Very great. Very good. They were an absolute fucking mess, what was Pax doing to them?

Swallowing their nerves, they nodded their head, blinking a few more times before they took him up on his offer. Just slowly massaging their roots whilst their eyes took him in. Mapping him out, eyeing all of the scars on his body, travelling further down, then back to him again. At some point, their movements in their hair stopped, the water rinsing out the shampoo as they lowered their hands. The lathered bubbles would also wash away, tentatively reaching out to trace their fingers along some of the scars on his chest.

You really are beautiful, do you know that? You're a work of art. Whoever created you must've loved you so much.

Leaning in, they pressed a gentle kiss on some skin before pulling back, humming.

Good, that's what I like to hear.

Call him indulgent because his eyes were wandering again. Staring really. There was so much he wanted to look at. Just when he thought they couldn't be prettier, they dropped their clothes.

I am enjoying what I'm seeing. Probably far too much. Fuck, look at you. You really are beauty in every form aren't you? Do a spin for me? I want to get the full picture.

Pale moon kissed skin that was softer than silk. Pristine aside from the scar on their back and even that sent his eyes rolling back. Water droplets dancing down their flesh only adding to their ethereal look. He didn't know who he should thank, but he wanted to thank everyone. Thank the world and the universe for everything they were. For them being his.

Letting go of their chin so they could get a proper look there was a hammering in his chest. Nerves back again. He was never one to be observed, hated it even, but it was different with Xinalith. He wanted them to look but more than that wanted them to like what they saw.

Feeling their fingers run over marks on his skin he waited with bated breath for a comment. Some sign of approval. When it came it struck like an arrow. Heart speeding up and pounding in his chest. Never in his life had he heard such sweet words. So much gentle adoration in them he felt a wave of emotions bubble up. Emerald eyes soft and searching their face.

I uh...thank you. That means more than you know.

If he was anyone else, he probably would have teared up. Happy tears of course, but that's the magnitude of his emotions.

Sure, that would be nice. Would you like me to get yours? I can give you a bit of a massage while I'm at it.

Turning back to face him, there was a warm smile on their face as they nodded. They truly did mean what they said; he was beauty in its finest form. A masterpiece.

Ooh, I'd like that. Save the massage for when we're in bed though, I would love that.

Turn around for me then, love.

Assuming he did, they'd take some of the soap and lather it between their hands before running them along his back. Massaging them into his skin, carefully moving his hair over his shoulder so they could reach his shoulder blades better, making sure to take extra caution with his injuries. When they finished with the soap, they also added some body butter, massaging that in as well before he was squeaky clean.

There you are. Your back's cleaned. Nice ass, by the way.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

I don't think it will be the beds that make it hard to get up, pretty.

Pax chuckled softly.

The room made him smile. One filled with adoration because it was Xinalith's. Even if not their normal residence they were marked all over it. On the run they were just in inn beds or at camp, this was actually their room and bed. Something about that made it better, more special. All of it feeling more real. They weren't just sharing a bed. They were now sharing Xinalith's bed.

Though with that came a realization, while cleaned up, he was still in his murder clothing. Not something for bed.

Actually I should probably shower properly and change first. I don't want to make your bed dirty.

You can join me if you want.

Then came his little tease. You’d think that they would get flustered, maybe fumble over their words a little because they started to picture a naked Pax.

You would partially be correct. They were now picturing him naked and getting flustered, (pervert) but they were now contemplating it. Gears slowly turning in their mind. Xinalith was feeling extra clingy as a result of what’s happened today, and they didn’t really want to be away from him. Even for small tasks like bathing.

A few blinks and a hand squeeze later, and Xinalith was back to pulling him along. This time? To the bathroom.

Okay.

It came out hushed, their gaze averted and their hold on him the things grounding them. Why were they agreeing to this when they haven’t seen each other naked at all? Sure, they were going to at some point, but why were they nervous? Were they being silly? They were, they were being ridiculous.

For once Pax was blinking blankly. Not even fully registering they were pulling him to the bathroom. He was about to see Xinalith naked. They were about to see him. Somehow it not being sexual in nature left Pax unsure of how to react. Obviously he wanted that but it was so much more intimate like this.

There was a sudden nervousness to him. Never one to normally be shy about being naked but something so, so different with Xinalith.

Wha-? Clothes?

They were taking off clothing why were they asking about them? They'd be on the ground soon hopefully. Then it dawned on him.

Oh right, outside in my bag. With Lilly. We can grab our bags.

Assuming they wouldn't want to part, he was dragging them off now. Making their way through the tower quickly to see Lilly and Cantaloupe in the grass. A small whistle to call them over and a "hey girl" as he pet her. Pax could explain to her this was their new life later. Taking the saddles and bags off of both horses he took the bags again, looking to Xinalith.

So...shower?

Yes. Shower.

That would be his answer. Xinalith was still up for it.

Heading back into the tower, they first made the drop off in the bedroom so they could place the bags down and gather fresh clothing to change into. The rest could be dealt with tomorrow, it wasn't much of a concern. After that though? It was back to the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, there would be a large, waterfall shower with plenty of space for the two of them - perks of having a luxurious tower, huh? - as well as general decorations. It was a lovely space, but that was nothing to dwell on when the bigger matter was at hands.

What... do they do? Do they just start taking their clothes off? Oh, wait, shower first. Might be a good idea to turn that on so it can warm up.

Blinking several times, Xinalith cleared their throat and nodded.

Okay. Shower. It's, uh. On. I'm... yes.

Once more he was mostly zoned out into his thoughts while grabbing the clothing and getting to the bathroom. Nice shower completely fucked off because there was something much more demanding of his attention.

Of course he noticed Xinalith's flustered state and he was trying not to stare, but he wanted to stare. He really wanted to stare.

Fucking degenerate.

Hearing their stutters a small smile formed. This was ridiculous. Obviously they wanted to see one another naked so why was this so much more nerve-wracking?

Deciding to just bite the bullet he started to strip. Like ripping off the band aid. Shirt, pants, underwear, naked. And then he slipped into the shower. It was hard to say if it was to run and hide himself or give Xinalith some privacy from his staring. Either way the hot water started to run over him, a content sigh leaving him.

The water's nice and warm when you're ready, beautiful.

Look, they were pretty. Very pretty. They had no problem with their appearance whatsoever, including their body. But now having Pax see it? What if he suddenly decided he didn't like what he saw? Outsider comment, that is simply impossible. What if there was something about their frame that they never viewed as bad or something, but another did? They hadn't done this before. Gods, this was stressful.

Their ear twitched at his words. Right. Shower time. Warm water. Oh, and he called them beautiful. That helped, that very much helped.

Taking a deep breath, Xinalith soon joined him, scarlets focused on where they were standing at first before they fell on Pax and-.

Okay, lock them up, because the very first thing they saw was, you guessed it, that monster he had apparently been carrying around this entire time. What the fuck? Is that even natural? Scarlets shot up to his face when they realised they were still looking, and it was now not helping. Thank the steam from the water, because there could've been some coming out of the top of their head at this point.

Blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblinkblinkblink.

You're very-

Big?

Big.

Oh, shit, they said that out loud. A squeak fell.

I mean. Fuck. Uh. You're very beautiful, very handsome, wow you are very handsome. I'm sorry I shouldn't be- oh gods this was- I'm looking aga- where is that even- how is- I'm sorry I'll shut up but, ha, wow. Thank you.

Who were they thanking? The universe? Pax? Pax's... parents?? Anyone?? Hello?

Shower let's shower I need to shower yep, shower, that's what we're here for, very good, very very good.

Maybe... just maybe... if they focused on getting clean, letting the hot water run over them, they could also wash away the absolutely filth they just spat out. That sounded like a reasonable plan.

Hearing them come in he looked over at them. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fuck. He was screwed. So screwed. They were far more ethereal than he could have imagined. Far too naked through, they should be covered in bite marks. His. Pretty red marks on pale skin. He should not be thinking like this right now. He was very exposed. Thoughts like that could be seen in a physical reaction right now.

Looking back to their face and swallowing hard he noticed where Xinalith was looking. Now Pax was well aware he was well endowed. It was hard not to know. The man was packing something lethal. The problem is he had no idea what was going on in Xinalith's head about it. The moment they opened his mouth though, a smirk started forming. Nerves melting into cockiness.

I am, yes. Is that alright with you?

Of course he had to get in a tease.

You're very...

His eyes wandered again with a hungered hum.

Ethereal. Perfect. Beautiful. Words really can't truly capture just how beyond the realm of stunning you are. Sorry if I'm staring but...wow.

Hearing their rambles he chuckled softly, moving his hand under their chin to lift it up. Eyes on him Xinalith.

You're fine. Deep breath. You're doing great. Also, you can look if you want, I don't mind.

Yes. It is. It is alright. Very, very alright. Very good.

You are not smooth whatsoever.

Xinalith's ear twitched at his compliments, a bashful chuckle slipping from their lips.

Thank you. Uh. You can stare if you like. I don't mind. Actually, I quite, ah, like it. Especially if you're enjoying what you're seeing.

They were in the middle of massaging the shampoo into their hair when their chin was suddenly lifted to look at him, widened scarlets meeting emeralds. Oh, they could look too. That's great. Very great. Very good. They were an absolute fucking mess, what was Pax doing to them?

Swallowing their nerves, they nodded their head, blinking a few more times before they took him up on his offer. Just slowly massaging their roots whilst their eyes took him in. Mapping him out, eyeing all of the scars on his body, travelling further down, then back to him again. At some point, their movements in their hair stopped, the water rinsing out the shampoo as they lowered their hands. The lathered bubbles would also wash away, tentatively reaching out to trace their fingers along some of the scars on his chest.

You really are beautiful, do you know that? You're a work of art. Whoever created you must've loved you so much.

Leaning in, they pressed a gentle kiss on some skin before pulling back, humming.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

I don't think it will be the beds that make it hard to get up, pretty.

Pax chuckled softly.

The room made him smile. One filled with adoration because it was Xinalith's. Even if not their normal residence they were marked all over it. On the run they were just in inn beds or at camp, this was actually their room and bed. Something about that made it better, more special. All of it feeling more real. They weren't just sharing a bed. They were now sharing Xinalith's bed.

Though with that came a realization, while cleaned up, he was still in his murder clothing. Not something for bed.

Actually I should probably shower properly and change first. I don't want to make your bed dirty.

You can join me if you want.

Then came his little tease. You’d think that they would get flustered, maybe fumble over their words a little because they started to picture a naked Pax.

You would partially be correct. They were now picturing him naked and getting flustered, (pervert) but they were now contemplating it. Gears slowly turning in their mind. Xinalith was feeling extra clingy as a result of what’s happened today, and they didn’t really want to be away from him. Even for small tasks like bathing.

A few blinks and a hand squeeze later, and Xinalith was back to pulling him along. This time? To the bathroom.

Okay.

It came out hushed, their gaze averted and their hold on him the things grounding them. Why were they agreeing to this when they haven’t seen each other naked at all? Sure, they were going to at some point, but why were they nervous? Were they being silly? They were, they were being ridiculous.

For once Pax was blinking blankly. Not even fully registering they were pulling him to the bathroom. He was about to see Xinalith naked. They were about to see him. Somehow it not being sexual in nature left Pax unsure of how to react. Obviously he wanted that but it was so much more intimate like this.

There was a sudden nervousness to him. Never one to normally be shy about being naked but something so, so different with Xinalith.

Wha-? Clothes?

They were taking off clothing why were they asking about them? They'd be on the ground soon hopefully. Then it dawned on him.

Oh right, outside in my bag. With Lilly. We can grab our bags.

Assuming they wouldn't want to part, he was dragging them off now. Making their way through the tower quickly to see Lilly and Cantaloupe in the grass. A small whistle to call them over and a "hey girl" as he pet her. Pax could explain to her this was their new life later. Taking the saddles and bags off of both horses he took the bags again, looking to Xinalith.

So...shower?

Yes. Shower.

That would be his answer. Xinalith was still up for it.

Heading back into the tower, they first made the drop off in the bedroom so they could place the bags down and gather fresh clothing to change into. The rest could be dealt with tomorrow, it wasn't much of a concern. After that though? It was back to the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, there would be a large, waterfall shower with plenty of space for the two of them - perks of having a luxurious tower, huh? - as well as general decorations. It was a lovely space, but that was nothing to dwell on when the bigger matter was at hands.

What... do they do? Do they just start taking their clothes off? Oh, wait, shower first. Might be a good idea to turn that on so it can warm up.

Blinking several times, Xinalith cleared their throat and nodded.

Okay. Shower. It's, uh. On. I'm... yes.

Once more he was mostly zoned out into his thoughts while grabbing the clothing and getting to the bathroom. Nice shower completely fucked off because there was something much more demanding of his attention.

Of course he noticed Xinalith's flustered state and he was trying not to stare, but he wanted to stare. He really wanted to stare.

Fucking degenerate.

Hearing their stutters a small smile formed. This was ridiculous. Obviously they wanted to see one another naked so why was this so much more nerve-wracking?

Deciding to just bite the bullet he started to strip. Like ripping off the band aid. Shirt, pants, underwear, naked. And then he slipped into the shower. It was hard to say if it was to run and hide himself or give Xinalith some privacy from his staring. Either way the hot water started to run over him, a content sigh leaving him.

The water's nice and warm when you're ready, beautiful.

Look, they were pretty. Very pretty. They had no problem with their appearance whatsoever, including their body. But now having Pax see it? What if he suddenly decided he didn't like what he saw? Outsider comment, that is simply impossible. What if there was something about their frame that they never viewed as bad or something, but another did? They hadn't done this before. Gods, this was stressful.

Their ear twitched at his words. Right. Shower time. Warm water. Oh, and he called them beautiful. That helped, that very much helped.

Taking a deep breath, Xinalith soon joined him, scarlets focused on where they were standing at first before they fell on Pax and-.

Okay, lock them up, because the very first thing they saw was, you guessed it, that monster he had apparently been carrying around this entire time. What the fuck? Is that even natural? Scarlets shot up to his face when they realised they were still looking, and it was now not helping. Thank the steam from the water, because there could've been some coming out of the top of their head at this point.

Blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblinkblinkblink.

You're very-

Big?

Big.

Oh, shit, they said that out loud. A squeak fell.

I mean. Fuck. Uh. You're very beautiful, very handsome, wow you are very handsome. I'm sorry I shouldn't be- oh gods this was- I'm looking aga- where is that even- how is- I'm sorry I'll shut up but, ha, wow. Thank you.

Who were they thanking? The universe? Pax? Pax's... parents?? Anyone?? Hello?

Shower let's shower I need to shower yep, shower, that's what we're here for, very good, very very good.

Maybe... just maybe... if they focused on getting clean, letting the hot water run over them, they could also wash away the absolutely filth they just spat out. That sounded like a reasonable plan.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

I don't think it will be the beds that make it hard to get up, pretty.

Pax chuckled softly.

The room made him smile. One filled with adoration because it was Xinalith's. Even if not their normal residence they were marked all over it. On the run they were just in inn beds or at camp, this was actually their room and bed. Something about that made it better, more special. All of it feeling more real. They weren't just sharing a bed. They were now sharing Xinalith's bed.

Though with that came a realization, while cleaned up, he was still in his murder clothing. Not something for bed.

Actually I should probably shower properly and change first. I don't want to make your bed dirty.

You can join me if you want.

Then came his little tease. You’d think that they would get flustered, maybe fumble over their words a little because they started to picture a naked Pax.

You would partially be correct. They were now picturing him naked and getting flustered, (pervert) but they were now contemplating it. Gears slowly turning in their mind. Xinalith was feeling extra clingy as a result of what’s happened today, and they didn’t really want to be away from him. Even for small tasks like bathing.

A few blinks and a hand squeeze later, and Xinalith was back to pulling him along. This time? To the bathroom.

Okay.

It came out hushed, their gaze averted and their hold on him the things grounding them. Why were they agreeing to this when they haven’t seen each other naked at all? Sure, they were going to at some point, but why were they nervous? Were they being silly? They were, they were being ridiculous.

For once Pax was blinking blankly. Not even fully registering they were pulling him to the bathroom. He was about to see Xinalith naked. They were about to see him. Somehow it not being sexual in nature left Pax unsure of how to react. Obviously he wanted that but it was so much more intimate like this.

There was a sudden nervousness to him. Never one to normally be shy about being naked but something so, so different with Xinalith.

Wha-? Clothes?

They were taking off clothing why were they asking about them? They'd be on the ground soon hopefully. Then it dawned on him.

Oh right, outside in my bag. With Lilly. We can grab our bags.

Assuming they wouldn't want to part, he was dragging them off now. Making their way through the tower quickly to see Lilly and Cantaloupe in the grass. A small whistle to call them over and a "hey girl" as he pet her. Pax could explain to her this was their new life later. Taking the saddles and bags off of both horses he took the bags again, looking to Xinalith.

So...shower?

Yes. Shower.

That would be his answer. Xinalith was still up for it.

Heading back into the tower, they first made the drop off in the bedroom so they could place the bags down and gather fresh clothing to change into. The rest could be dealt with tomorrow, it wasn't much of a concern. After that though? It was back to the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, there would be a large, waterfall shower with plenty of space for the two of them - perks of having a luxurious tower, huh? - as well as general decorations. It was a lovely space, but that was nothing to dwell on when the bigger matter was at hands.

What... do they do? Do they just start taking their clothes off? Oh, wait, shower first. Might be a good idea to turn that on so it can warm up.

Blinking several times, Xinalith cleared their throat and nodded.

Okay. Shower. It's, uh. On. I'm... yes.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

I don't think it will be the beds that make it hard to get up, pretty.

Pax chuckled softly.

The room made him smile. One filled with adoration because it was Xinalith's. Even if not their normal residence they were marked all over it. On the run they were just in inn beds or at camp, this was actually their room and bed. Something about that made it better, more special. All of it feeling more real. They weren't just sharing a bed. They were now sharing Xinalith's bed.

Though with that came a realization, while cleaned up, he was still in his murder clothing. Not something for bed.

Actually I should probably shower properly and change first. I don't want to make your bed dirty.

You can join me if you want.

Then came his little tease. You’d think that they would get flustered, maybe fumble over their words a little because they started to picture a naked Pax.

You would partially be correct. They were now picturing him naked and getting flustered, (pervert) but they were now contemplating it. Gears slowly turning in their mind. Xinalith was feeling extra clingy as a result of what’s happened today, and they didn’t really want to be away from him. Even for small tasks like bathing.

A few blinks and a hand squeeze later, and Xinalith was back to pulling him along. This time? To the bathroom.

Okay.

It came out hushed, their gaze averted and their hold on him the things grounding them. Why were they agreeing to this when they haven’t seen each other naked at all? Sure, they were going to at some point, but why were they nervous? Were they being silly? They were, they were being ridiculous.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

As his face was held, so too was their gaze. The given nickname also sending his heart hammering in his chest, words that were more intoxicating than they knew. Each kiss making him smile more until he was practically beaming and chuckling with glee at the display.

Their final words though, those would be what sent his heart yearning. Pulling, desperately begging to be with them. Any bit closer. As if that yearning was answered he was pulled in for a kiss. His own hands moving to cup their cheeks and hold them tenderly. Words he didn't know how to say spoken silently against their lips.

He couldn't help the way he held them there for a while longer. Drowning in their intoxication, their euphoria, the bliss they gave him. Nothing felt as good as being with and near them.

When they did part, he pressed gentle kisses along their face. Something so delicate as if they were made of porcelain.

You have no idea what you do to me.

This time he didn't mean in a drove him crazy sexually way. No this time he meant the way his heart screamed for them. The way he wanted to be soft and delicate because of them. How he melted into nothing but a puddle of adoration to reflect their perfection in.

Warm smiles, bashful chuckles, blooming colours on their cheeks with each kiss planted on their face. His words only adding onto that feeling of bliss, making Xinalith plant one last kiss but on his nose. Innocent, carefree, accepting of what he had said.

Yes, let's. The excitement from today has also left me rather tired, and I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.

A playful chuckle left them then, Xinalith slipping off his lap just to pull him up onto his feet.

The beds here are also very comfortable. It might be a struggle getting out of it in the morning.

With that, ever so excited to crawl into bed with him, they were already leading him off towards one of the bedrooms. Specifically the one they would often reside in... because why would they go into another? They'll need to figure out what to do with those rooms.

When they made it inside, it shouldn't come to a surprise that it was just as luxurious. Though, it did have a touch of Xinalith in it. Bare, very faint, but one could tell this was the room they stayed in. A few decorative pieces that were red, some rocks lined up on a floating shelf, a few plants here and there. It wasn't much - at least, comparing it to Xinalith's bedroom back in their old tower - but it was something. Soon, it would become much more.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

A smirk sat on scarred lips at it all. The squeak, the pout, their cheek bite. It was all very amusing to him.

You did. A very pretty rock at that. You had one and I offered to hold it for you. You got very defensive of the rock and said no but you would find me one and you did. It was very cute.

Perhaps in a world of his own he was admiring Xinalith. Unable to pry his eyes away. They were enchanting. If he had to create a dream it would be this. Having them, a place to call their own, a place with space for the horses, all of this. Where he was now. That was the dream. Maybe his real dream was to not wake up.

Xinalith, beautiful, you're far too good for me and to me. I can't see a reason why starting this life with you wouldn't bring me anything but joy. You gave me something I never thought I'd have, a new start. For that I am forever thankful. That was the real dream and you granted it to me already.

Once more, how nice of me. Aren't I just the sweetest and cutest?

Taking another long sip of their wine, they slowly lowered it when Pax started to speak again. Heart hammering away at both the little pet name given and the words that came after. Xinalith's gaze softened as they quickly leaned towards the coffee table to place their wine down, just so they could place both of their hands on Pax's face and make him look at them.

You and your words, darling. Gods, you always know what to say to get my heart racing. You really are incredible.

Leaning in, they started to pepper his face with kisses. All delicate, all gentle, but all with the need to pour their adoration into his being.

I'm forever thankful for you, too.

Kiss.

You made things fun, enjoyable and made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

Another kiss.

And it all was okay. Even better than okay, because you're still here.

One more, before they were gazing into his eyes again.

I'll continue to make you live out your dream, one way or another. Because you deserve your happy ending, and I would be honoured to be part of it.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

I'll hold you to me.

Pax smirked and held them closer. Saw the opportunity and took it. While they were here though, he did have some payback that was still owed. Reaching around to pinch their ass, then act like he didn't.

I will keep everything you give me. Like that rock when you were out of it on magic. I still have it in my bag. But if you splash me I'm taking you into the water with me.

When the question was flipped on him his brows furrowed. He had...no idea. This wasn't an option to him so he never thought about it. Never had dreams of what could be. It was always just live through the day.

No clue. I guess just learn how to relax again. How to live. I think I need a rewiring before I can start actually thinking of things like that.

For now, all I want is to be with you. Make sure Lilly and Cantaloupe are happy...and after that...I don't know. Learn to dream and hope?

How rude of you.

Oh? I gave you a rock? How nice of me. Honestly, I only remember bits and pieces from that time. Though, I'm glad you've kept it.

It seemed that the answer that Pax gave them was one they could get behind, humming quietly as they gently brushed some of his hair away from his face.

I think that's still a good thing to want. To relax, to live. Spend time with myself and the horses. From what I can understand given what you've told me, you haven't had that chance before. Hopefully you'll learn to enjoy it.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.

But he was here now. Those worries gone. So, he brushed some hair behind their ear.

I'll take you dancing, to a proper ball in the capital where you can dress up and have your fairytale. Well dance like in your books. I promise. I can't promise there will be a dragon there but the rest I promise. You'll have your fairytale moment.

The man was far from Prince charming. Far closer to the big bad wolf. But if it was for Xinalith, he could at the very least try.

I'm also sorry I didn't ask you to dance. I would have liked to but...well you know.

Soft laughter left him as he kissed their cheek and opened the whisky.

Well the beach is easy. We can make a trip of it when we go to the safehouse near there.

Picturing it all, letting their naïve imagination run freely, it made their heart skip a beat. It made them chuckle quietly, leaning into his touch, thinking of them both dressed up. Pax in formal attire sounded like a dream in itself, to then dance with one another whilst the music played in the background. Drinks served to them by waiters who were paid a pretty coin, perhaps hearing gossip from strangers because intoxication made one's lips looser. Though, most importantly for them, it would be that very dance.

In that instance, I would hope a dragon didn't suddenly appear. It'd cause far too much chaos when all I'd want to do is dance with you.

Xinalith teased, turning their head slightly just so they could kiss Pax's wrist.

But thank you. I'll hold you to that.

Yay for the beach! I'll find you the prettiest shell and then splash you with water. But you have to keep the shell, otherwise I'll get very upset.

Oh, that works. We can do that instead. I'll pretend that I know what I'm doing.

Such little things already to look forward to, making the elf feel giddy about it. It was crazy to them how just a few hours ago, they were still technically on the run and moving to assault the tower. And now here they were, chatting away about future dates, plans, ideas. It was lovely though. They were loving it, anyway.

Plus, for a being surrounded by nothing but the grim, he made sure to grant Xinalith nothing but a life full of purity.

Smiling warmly when their glasses made contact, Xinalith took a sip of their wine and hummed. Possibly the best wine they had in a while.

Aren't they just? I have contacts so I can always get more delivered to us.

Digging into their own food, their ears twitched when they heard that lovely sound, scarlets lifting up from their meal to watch Pax. Cheeks still a tad bit warm from earlier only growing more in warmth, because gods, once again, they wanted to hear more of that.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Thank you. I'm equally as lucky.

Maybe I'll teach you how to cook now that we have more time together. Is that something you'd be interested in?

A small chuckle left him at the offer.

Don't tempt me. I don't need to get a taste for the finer things. If I start wearing gold and talking about "the state of the capital recently", I need you to push me into mud.

This time Pax wouldn't notice the depended blush, not knowing that he did anything for it and far too focused on the food. Seriously Xinalith was an amazing cook.

Well we can be lucky together now.

Sure, I would like that. As long as you promise to keep cooking for me. Just because I can cook doesn't mean I don't want your cooking anymore.

A hum left them then, scarlets moving over Pax before they went back to their food.

And here I had plans for later this evening. Noted. Though, no, I won't push you into any mud, because then I might get mud on me.

An obvious tease, though they would cut into their steak and take a bite as if it was nothing.

Of course I'll keep cooking for you, don't be silly. I enjoy it, and it makes me happy knowing you like it so much.

In comparison to Pax, they took their time. They weren't a slow eater, but they weren't as fast as Pax either. Especially not when he was clearly so hungry. After a few moments though and after a bit of small talk, they were soon finished, reaching over to collect Pax's empty plate to place over theirs.

Standing up, they would start to bring dishes over to the sink, beginning to wash them whilst they spoke over their shoulder.

I said for the finer things, not the finest thing, no? But here I had plans. I'm more curious about yours though.

A small chuckle left when they said they wouldn't push him in mud, the reasoning very Xinalith. One of these days he was going to get them down and dirty. For once, not a euphemism. Maybe planting carrots. Also not a euphemism.

Hearing that they would still cook for him, his smile grew more. Such a lucky man. Pax his the lottery with Xinalith. Lucky for him they were locked away - by choice - in a tower with a terrifying dragon - plushie - to keep the suitors away.

Pax wanted to help with the dishes but Xinalith seemed to have sped run taking them and starting on them. Deciding he wanted to be close he got up, hands wrapping around them as he stood behind them. A kiss to the spot just behind their ear.

Though, they couldn't help themselves, could they?

Maybe if you're good you'll get your treat.

As if they weren't going to give it to him, anyway. The pair had been balancing on the rope when it came to their attraction to one another, and now they had all of the time. If Pax was hungry for them, they were practically starved for him.

Xinalith hummed softly in contentment at his gesture, leaning back a little just so they could soak up his warmth. Tilting their head a little so he could get easier access to where he planted that kiss, Xinalith nodded at his preference.

You know Xinalith, it would be far easier to just tell me you want me to take what's mine.

Words whispered against skin as he pulled them in a little closer.

Or do you prefer to keep being tantalizing until I break? Because I can go for either.

A bite to the tip of their ear before a kiss to the same spot. Standing up fulling again with a hazy hum. Mind elsewhere aside from the topic of conversation.

That works for me. If I don't they'll start sending job request letters here.

For now I think we can just relax and enjoy one another's presence. We deserve it. Some down time I mean.

While the pair had been teetering on an ever thinning rope, there was one problem. Pax had plans. Xinalith was clearly inexperienced or just really shy, he wanted to ease them into it.

The latter is more fun.

Finishing up with washing the dishes, they quickly dried them before putting the dishes away, rewashing their hands before patting them dry as well. With that out of the way, they slowly turned themselves around in Pax's hold, gently running their hands over his biceps as they nodded.

Really? Even here? Do they truly know where you are at all times? That's rather unnerving.

Regardless, that sounds good. We do deserve it. We can simply relax here. Spend more time in bed, wander outside, sit in the garden. Maybe have a day of just being lazy.

With them turned he kept his hold. Eyes dancing over their face and body before giving their hips a squeeze. What they said next though made him chuckle.

Handsome, people know I was hunting you and the relic, then I turned to help you, they also knew who originally hired me. It's like a beacon to the tower. It's not so much about knowing where I am at all times, it's about using the information at hand to have a good guess. It's how I found you.

A smile tugged at his lips at their excitement. So precious.

Mercenaries and their contacts... so creepy. It's scary to know just how much people can deduce from such information. Here I thought bandits and guild members were bad.

Shaking their head, they looked back up at Pax before smiling warmly at the idea. Nodding, Xinalith couldn't help but lightly squeeze his arms. Ooh, muscle. So strong. They'll just sneak in another squeeze...

That sounds wonderful. Yes, I'd love that very much. A candlelit picnic; it doesn't even have to be at my favourite spot, we can just go somewhere scenic together. I'll be happy so long as I'm with you.

Just no swamps though. I won't have a great time smelling like shit and also trudging in shit.

Yeah, remember that if you ever decide to run off. I'll hunt you down all over again.

A small chuckle left him as his biceps were squeezed, giving the muscles a little flex just for them.

Deciding he wanted them closer to face to face, he carefully scooped them up to sit them on the counter. It wasn't that Xinalith was short by any means, Pax was just tall. Very tall. Not great for sneaking around at all.

Xinalith teased back, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Regardless, I wouldn't do such a thing. I quite like being around you.

The little flex was very much appreciated. Such a simple being, already biting their lip. Seriously, they were so easy. Reminder that they were possibly the most intelligent sorcerer out of everyone before everything happened. Yet they go stupid when Pax did... well, practically anything.

A faint 'ooh' fell when they were lifted onto the counter, instinctively bringing their legs around Pax so they could pull him in closer. Xinalith's hands then moved from his biceps to the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between their fingers.

It will be, you're right. Which is also why I'm very excited for it. Another reason why I'm so very glad we got this mess all wrapped up.

I like being around you too.

Probably too much seeing as he followed them to a tower full of high mages just so he could freely be with them.

Leaning in he stole a kiss as if sealing the notion of just how much he liked being around them.

The legs around his waist were doing anything but helping with his restraint. Did they know how much they were killing him? Was this intentional? It was possible given the conversation not long ago.

Me too. I hope you know tomorrow when we hit town I'll be all over you. I warned you about the barking already.

Even them going 'stupid' over Pax, to them, was simply because they didn't know what they were doing and never truly felt like this about someone before. Assumed it was out of inexperience. Maybe for them, it was a mixture of both.

You're more than welcome to. I'm yours after all, be all over me as much as you'd like.

They also wouldn't mind being under him, but that's by the by.

Then they said that they were his. Something almost primal bubbling up in him from such simple words. A shiver running through him and that hunger returning.

Say that again. Tell me your mine again.

It was a mix of needy and demanding. A feeling like he was suddenly drunk off such honeyed words. His. They were his. Only his. And fuck did he like the sound of that.

Soon enough their words would bring him back to reality. A small shake of his head and a hum as a thought of what they should do. Scooping them back up with his good arm he used it like a chair for them now that the counter was gone. Moving to the table he grabbed the whisky and wine before handing them to Xinalith, all be it a bit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Hold please.

The lounge and a fire sounds perfect. Although I will need cuddles. It's a life threatening need.

I'm yours, Pax. I'm only yours. I don't want anyone else.

Finishing off their declaration with a gentle kiss to the spot just under his ear, Xinalith pulled back then. Though, it seemed like as they did, they were being scooped up once more, one arm wrapping around his neck so they could feel more stable.

A chuckle left them as they nodded, taking the wine and whiskey and holding them both against their chest.

Of course, darling. We can drink and cuddle at the fireplace.

When they made it into the lounge, all Xinalith had to do was extend a finger towards the fireplace, a small flame shooting out and immediately lighting up the logs. Of course, they made sure to be careful when they were doing it, especially since Pax was carrying them around. Assuming they were taken to one of the large couches, Xinalith chuckled as they got themselves comfortable.

A small debate if he could really hold out another day but ever the determined man he tried to contained his growing starvation.

Once in the lounge he did choose the larger couch, Pax keeping Xinalith in his lap and on him as he got comfortable.

I don't need a glass. I only really use one now because you bring it.

It cannot be expressed enough how Pax was not raised by anyone and lived alone most of his life. Habits reflect that from time to time.

At his question though, they took a moment to think on what he said. Restrictions on things? Maybe they did, but they hadn't taken much notice. Just like Pax had spent living alone for most of his life, a majority of their adulthood was spent stuck inside working. On their own volition, bear in mind. They didn't really open themselves up to trying new things, going to new places, indulging in a new hobby or activity. It truly was just magic.

But Xinalith assumed that what Pax was asking was something outside of magic. No work, no studying, none of that. Just something fun, exciting, something that they wanted to try.

As they took a swig from their wine bottle, they lowered it to their lap and gently tapped the sides.

Hm. I'm... not too sure.

Now, they were picking at the label, brows furrowing.

When I was younger, I read a lot of story books. General stories, some about princes and princesses, others involving dragons, you know the sort. And in them, there was always some sort of ball. Or a dance. I wanted to go to one of them, but I never gave myself the time nor did I really have anyone to go with. So, maybe that.

A bashful chuckle fell from them then, a faint blush blossoming.

I guess that's also why I wanted to go to the festival we went to. I know they always have dances there, and they always seemed like a lot of fun. I was too small when I used to go to them, so I guess a foolish part of me wanted to try it out. Though, it ended up being with that elf and it wasn't really much fun with him. It's a little silly, thinking that something like that could've just happened, but I suppose I have my moments where I dream of things and hope they miraculously come true.

Shaking their head, they took another sip of their wine. Indeed, surprising as it might be, Xinalith had little wants like that. Growing up on stories like them that always resulted in a couple indulging in romantic antics. Maybe that's why they had a touch of a hopeless romantic within them, even if they didn't seem that interested for most of their life.