Shards From Other Stars

14. You know, just hanging

This type of warmth Wylie felt around her body was very soothing, she didn't care how she ended up in bed neither how or who was actually holding her so close to their own body it felt lovely though—intimate as well, too good to be trusted because there was only one person she spent last night with.

Aldith

They had danced and drunk the night away, stumbled here and there, mistakenly stepped on the others feet while dancing and well held eachother much more than they usually would. They were a bit more civil to one another.

Wylie enjoyed it all, she remembered most of it and a fragment of them calling it quits later in the night—with versions blurry and the Princess drunk beyond comprehension, they pushed past the crowd that hadn't died down to their inn, and after that Wylie didn't understand.

Everything became a blur, all mushed up in her head.

And then here she was possibly cuddling with the Princess, she was likely also resting her head on her chest—that she was certain of. As much as she was awake, she wasn't ready to actually get up or open both her eyes.

That said, Wylie popped her left eye open to take a good enough look at the person who had her in their arms and like wise. Her suspicions were indeed correct as Aldith's light brown hair, then the freckles over her slightly exposed chest.

Wylie would straight up accept this behaviour from herself, most of the times she had to professional slap herself on the face, not literally but enough to bring her mind out the gutter—Aldith was attractive but she was a princess and she, Wylie was a thief carrying out a punishment, nothing more should be thought of.

But well, Aldith had firmly her arms around Wylie's body and Wylie's arms rested around Aldith's waist—unconsciously or not, they both had gotten closer and seeked comfort in the other.

Wylie wasn't complaining, she couldn't. First she actually got the princess to dance with her and now the princess was peacefully sleeping in her arms, from a dancing Aldith to a sleeping Aldith—having a favourite for Wylie would be difficult.

Even more so when Aldith fingers slipped through Wylie's dark blue hair, the movement felt more conscious than what her face lead on with her lips lightly pressed against the other, eyes closed and steadily breathing.

Again, Wylie wasn't complaining, she couldn't bring herself to. Not when Aldith's fingers slipped through her hair again, slower and gently than earlier—it was relaxing that Wylie sighed into it, her eyes closed as she enjoyed how Aldith's fingers played with her hair.

This was something she could get used to.

"You should have have been pulling yourself out of this, like I burnt you." Aldith spoke, her fingers drawing back from Wylie's hair. For someone who had just woken up she didn't sound like she had, neither did she look half as bad as she should have—she was quite drunk, Wylie expected more of annoyance mixed with a headache.

"The fact that's the first assumption you'd have of me, hurts Princess and why didn't you do it because you've clearly been awake before me."

"Don't you think I tried?"

"Yes."

Wylie countered, and the surprising thing had to be how neither of them let the other go. Wylie still held on Aldith and so did Aldith, they hadn't tried to yet—their words seemed to be clashing but their bodies relied on the other.

"Well I did but couldn't because you wouldn't let me."

"You didn't want to wake me?"

"What! No, I'd never consider your feelings more less sleep."

Aldith immediately denied, trying her best to free herself from Wylie she pressed her lips. Aldith never to free herself, she felt her cheeks slightly blush and Wylie couldn't know that—she didn't need to know what effect she was bringing, especially holding her this close and firmly.

"I didn't say anything about feelings, Princess." Wylie spoke staring into Aldith's hazel eyes, she wasn't resting her head on Aldith's chest anymore but she was still holding onto her waist—even if she was trying hard to slip out of it.

"So who did." Aldith's eyebrow rose questioningly. Sure she was aware of Wylie not so subtle smirk and her firm grip, but she was very aware of their position—the more she tried pushing Wylie away by the shoulders, the more Wylie pulled her close.

"You."

"No."

Aldith denied, pinching Wylie she made the girl's hold loosen which finally gave Aldith the advantage to free herself.

Which was sadly short lived because somehow, Wylie had Aldith in her clasp again. A gasp left Aldith's lips as she placed her hands over Wylie's shoulder, in a moment she was about to jump out of bed the next she found herself ontop of Wylie—a smirking and winking Wylie.

"How's the view?"

"Looks like a brothel, smells like one too." Aldith hissed, she wasn't at all happy with this predicament neither was Wylie making it easier for her—like she had ever made it easy, it's been a series of hard events since they crossed paths.

"If you ask me, you look like a goddess from down here and I wouldn't complain being under you."

"Then could you let go."

Aldith asked as she pushed Wylie into the bed by her shoulders, the more she pushed the more Wylie held onto her waist and pulled her down too. It was as though Wylie was dragging her down with her and Aldith literally couldn't keep at it, she'd eventually be pressed against Wylie's body—it was a matter of seconds.

"Say please."

Yeah, she wasn't going to say that—not today or tomorrow. Aldith rolled her eyes at Wylie, moving her hands from her shoulders to her neck—Aldith chose violence because asking nicely wasn't her strong suit. She was choking Wylie but it wasn't enough to kill her just enough to make her surrender, and scare her for a bit.

"I let go!" Wylie said in a low muffled voice, her hands over Aldith's, trying to pull them back—any more of this and she'd pass out.

"Relax, I was just having fun." Aldith smirked freeing Wylie, who immediately let her hands examine her neck—rubbing themselves on her skin in a way to relax her tense self.

"You are one wicked princess."

Relax? Having fun? When you nearly stared seeing sounds and smelling colours, no way that was possible.

Wylie needed to get out of bed and stop testing Aldith's patience, for now at least.

"Stay down." Aldith commanding pushing Wylie back on the bed with her right hand, Wylie did didn't complain but neither did she give Aldith an opening, she safely or defensively wrapped her hand around her neck.

Aldith rolled her eyes again and scoffed, Wylie was being dramatic but kind of cute she'd say. "Let's get one thing straight, you're never doing that again, got it?"

"What exactly?"

"Everything that just happened here."

Slowly Wylie gave Aldith a head nod, she understood this playing around—joking and openly flirting went beyond limits she shouldn't have been crossed, they were different in status and power.

"Got it but princess, you should probably get off me then. This is a very intimate position when daggers or choking aren't involved."

"Right."

Aldith pursed her lips, awkwardly giving Wylie a unnecessary pat on the cheek she got off the girl, her gaze fell on anything but Wylie as she spoke again.

"Get ready, we're going to see books."

"What? No kisses Princess?" Wylie teased poking Aldith's shoulder, she never seemed to learn anything even if Aldith thought she made the reasoning through.

"Not when you look like a crow in recovery."

Aldith wasn't wrong, Wylie's hair was a blue haired mess and her shirt wasn't any better—it wasn't decent either given how much of it was not buttoned and slipped over her shoulder, Aldith could see how her's wasn't any better either.

"So that's a yes?"

"No."

"Excuse some of us for looking half dead when we wake up, we can't all look slightly pretty as you princess."

"Pretty?"

"Slightly pretty, I said." Wylie corrected, she wasn't going to let Aldith let the compliment go to her head even if it were a lie—she didn't look slightly pretty, she was gorgeous and to think she'd just woken up or been drunk last night. "Out of the way! I need to pee." Wylie jumped off the bed running towards the washroom.

"I feel like a crow in recovery, too." Aldith added as soon as the door closed behind Wylie, falling back on the bed Aldith sighed—her head was killing her.