For a few heartbeat, they simply stared into each other's eyes in total silence.
Finally, Sol couldn't resist. He leaned forward swiftly and planted a firm, blunt peck right on her soft, parted lips.
SMACK.
Before Veylara could react, protest, or raise a hand, Sol leaped out of the bed like a startled cat, landing lightly on his feet two paces away.
"Okay, okay! So this is my position in your heart!" Sol cried out, clutching his chest with both hands, his face twisted into a mock, heartbroken grimace. "After using my body to satisfy your desires, you just kick me out into the cold night! How cruel, Warchief!"
Veylara's jaw dropped in sheer exasperation. "Don't talk nonsense!" she barked, her cheeks burning bright crimson as she grabbed a heavy fur pillow from the bed and hurled it full-force straight at his smug face. "It is nothing like that! You... you are just making things up!"
CATCH.
