A Vow So Beautiful

Before one assumes that Prisana is a princess being doted upon by her beast in shining armor, don't get the wrong idea. It was against her will. She flailed about and fought against him to put her down but all to no avail as he nonchalantly carried her down the stairs.

"Beast!"

"Lynx, shh," he cooed and as he did so, she pouted.

"I have my own two feet. Let me walk."

"There's still bruises on your feet. What kind of husband to be would let their wife walk as she is injured."

"But I'm not injured!" she shouted, huffing and puffing out each word.

Prisana believed he was being ridiculous and simply joking but as she gazed into his unwavering eyes, she knew the beast wouldn't back down. He kept staring at her like she were some tiny creature that would easily become hurt to every small thing.

He couldn't keep doing as he pleased with her. She pinched his cheek and regarded his enticingly perfectly structured lips. God, how she wanted to kiss them. Prisana yearned for them to take her own lips in a sea of endless waves that crashed over one another.

"If you don't let me down this instant, then I'll...kiss you."

It worked! Painfully but quickly so, Dane's arms fell rigid and released her so she fell down onto the ground with a loud thud. She rubbed her behind and glared at the mean beast.

"Dane!"

"Sorry, you surprised me."

More than her aching butt, what ached more was her heart.

"I know you hate kissing me but to that extent...?"

Dane's face fell as he shook his head. He opened his mouth but closed it. It was as if she were watching him encased in inner turmoil, battling whatever words that he was having a hard time saying to her.

"You don't need to sugar coat your words. As your future wife, I can handle the truths."

He sighed and turned his face away.

"From now on, let's not kiss. It's better that way."

"Alright," she said, hurt laced in her voice but she quickly covered it with a smile. "Now what do have here? It smells delicious!"

Dane ordered Chinese takeout from some place which had difficult pronunciation to even dare say. They sat across from one another and ate in silence. She felt awkward as everything from last night finally caught up to her. Prisana didn't even know her husband to be well and she remembered he never liked small talk.

She peeked at him from the corner of her eyes and to her complete surprise, found him eating like a ravenous beast. Dane, the ravenous beast, ate with his hands as he gobbled up the chow mein and stir fry meat. Prisana chuckled a little which earned his attention.

Once a caveman, always a caveman.

He stopped for a moment to gather her expression and then slowly grabbed the chopsticks as if finally realizing how uncivilized he was being at the table. Yet, she didn't mind it much. It only took her by surprise.

"...It's become a habit. Three years in the woods can change a person."

So, he spent three years living in that desolate cabin. For what, she wondered? But she could never ask him about it because a part of her knew the beast still had his limits she wasn't willing to ever push.

Prisana set down her chopsticks and she picked up the chow mein with her hands. She put it into her mouth and licked her lips. She found him watching her intently, especially the subtle movement of her lips sliding over her upper and bottom lips.

"This isn't so bad. It actually tastes ten times better like this."

"You don't have to do that for me. I know you must find it somewhat repulsive to eat with your hands."

"But I want to and there's nothing you can do about it. And when did I say it was repulsive? You're simply being true to yourself and I would never judge you for it."

"....Really...Everything I think I know about you, you always end up proving me wrong but I forget you're a lynx."

Dane picked up a piece of the chicken stir fry and he ushered it along to Prisana's lips. She hesitated for a moment but eventually opened her mouth. His fingers touched her lips as she devoured what he gave her.

Then, he kept staring at her lips. She licked them in anticipation. Even though he said they shouldn't kiss, she couldn't help fantasizing about sauntering over to him this instant and forcibly claiming his lips as hers.

She wondered how it would taste?

Sweet?

Or mixed with the aftertaste of their breakfast.

"There's sauce on your lips."

She sighed as she tried wiping her lips with the napkin.

"Here?"

"No, let me," he trailed off as he reached out for her again.

They found each other's depths as he lightly brushed underneath her lips. He brought his fingers over to his own mouth to lick off the sauce at his fingers.

"Tasty."

God, he was driving her so mad with yearning desire that it was difficult to even look at him. Prisana continued eating away at the food while thinking of unattractive things to distract her from his enticing lips.