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Chapter 42

The moon hung low over the trees, casting a soft silver glow through the curtains. Crickets sang in the underbrush, and the night air was cool against Bavanda’s skin. But the tension between her and Loco was anything but calm.

She turned to face him fully. His eyes burned into hers—not with anger, but something far more fragile.

“Are you embarrassed by me?” he asked again, quieter this time, like the first time had taken too much to even say aloud.

Bavanda’s heart cracked. “No,” she whispered. “Loco, no. I’m not.”

He blinked slowly, jaw clenched. “Then why does it feel like you’re hiding me? Like every time I try to touch you in public, or just stand next to you like you’re mine... you pull away. You leave. Like I’m some... shameful part of your story.”

Her breath hitched. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Then what are you doing?” he asked, stepping closer. “Because I’ve given you everything. I left the Dark World, I stood by your side through war, through loss. And I keep telling myself that if I wait long enough, you’ll see me the way I see you. But sometimes...” His voice broke. “Sometimes it feels like I’m just lying to myself.”

“Loco,” she said, reaching for his hand. He flinched at first, but let her take it.

She laced her fingers with his and pressed his palm to her chest. “Feel that? That’s for you. That’s always been for you. I’m sorry I’ve made you question it.”

His gaze flicked from her chest to her eyes, searching for the lie—but there wasn’t one.

“I’ve been scared,” she admitted. “Not of you. Of me. Of what I’m supposed to become. Of who I’m allowed to love and still be the leader they expect.”

“You think they won’t accept me?” he asked. “Because I’m from there?”

“No,” she said quickly. “I know they will. They already do. It’s not them. It’s me.”

Loco looked down, his voice lower now. “So... it’s you who doesn’t accept me?”

She stepped in close enough that her breath touched his lips. “Don’t twist my words. I’ve been pushing you away, yes—but not because I’m ashamed. Because I’m terrified that I’ll drag you down with everything I carry. That I’ll lose you, like I’ve lost so many. And if I admitted how deep this runs—” her voice cracked, “—I wouldn’t survive losing you too.”

Loco reached up and cupped her cheek gently. “Bavanda... I’m already yours. There’s no undoing that.”

She leaned into his touch, eyes shining. “Then let me show you. No more holding back.”

She surged forward and kissed him—desperate, searching, real.

His hand slipped around her waist, drawing her body flush against his as he kissed her back just as fiercely. The world fell away—the guilt, the silence, the distance. All of it melted in the heat of that moment.

Loco hovered over her, lips grazing her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.

“Are you sure?” he asked, breathless.

She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The bed creaked as Loco peeled off her clothing. The moonlight bathed her skin, and for a minute, he simply watched her in all of her glory. 

Bavanda's skin burned. “Whats wrong?" She asked.

Loco's eyes flickered back to hers as he closed the distance between them. “You're beautiful, Bavanda. Makes me want to worship every bit of you." 

Her cheeks flushed red. "Don't flatter me like that. It's not the first time you're seeing me naked.” She returned.

Loco trailed his hand through her laps, making her shudder. "It's not the first time, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful, does it?”

Bavanda sucked in her breath sharply. "Shut up and kiss me!” She demanded.

The distance between them was totally closed, as their bodies merged against each other, like they were about to become one soul and one body.

Loco kissed her like his life depended on it. The love of his life, moments like this were the real deal. Moments where nothing else but raw passion reigned.

He touched her in every corner, his hands like a conductor sending jolts and jolts of electric current through her. 

She moaned loudly, unfiltered and unbothered. And he took this as his go-ahead to thrive further. 

His clothing was shed in the hush of the night, each piece like a layer of fear being stripped away. Skin met skin, warm and wanting, but it wasn’t just physical—it was a claiming of hearts, a crashing of souls.

His hands cupped her breasts, those beautiful pineapples, and as his thumb caressed her hard sensitive nipples, she arched her back to him, her lips parting with a silent moan.

His tongue found them, flickering through them in a rhythm that sent her spiraling into a cloud high above the rest. 

Loco sucked unto her nipples, at the same time, she found his hair, tugging unto it like it was her lifeline. He found her lips yet again, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth as they kissed their lives away.

Bavanda pressed her thighs together, the smell of her arousal filling the room. However, Loco's hand found her thighs, and spread them apart, his fingers settling in the middle.

“Heaven!" He mumbled quietly, his lips finding her neck. “My heaven." 

Bavanda's eyes shut as he began thrusting in and out of her, his fingers reaching the most sensitive parts. She groaned loudly, the pleasure soaring through her bones.

“Oh Loco," she moaned, her eyes rolling inward.

Loco rubbed, and teased. “Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice totally different from what she knew.

Bavanda's lips opened but the words wouldn't come out, not when his motion has increased intensely. 

“Tell me what you want, Bavanda," he urged again.

She bit her lips. "I… I want you, Loco. I want you,” 

Loco didn't waste time. He flipped her to her back, his eyes fixed on hers, as he slowly entered.

Loco moved with a reverence that broke her apart, as if she were something precious, something sacred. He whispered her name like a prayer, every kiss and touch more tender than the last.

Bavanda gasped his name, her fingers threading through his hair, her body arching into him as if trying to merge their broken pieces into something whole.

They moved as one—slow and urgent, patient and burning.

When it was over, he lay beside her, one arm beneath her neck, the other tracing idle circles on her bare waist. She stared up at the stars through her window, the cool air brushing over their skin, both of them breathless, full, finally whole.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice raw and real.

He turned his head toward her, brushing his nose against her cheek. “You always were.”

And this time, she didn’t deny it.

The next morning, soft rays of dawn filtered through the window, casting golden patterns across their bare skin tangled beneath fur blankets.

The scent of dew and pine drifted through the open window. Birds chirped lazily in the distance, but inside the den, time moved slower. Bavanda stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to find Loco still fast asleep beside her, one arm draped over her waist, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

For a moment, she just watched him—his lashes brushing against his cheek, his hair a mess of curls splayed across her pillow. He looked younger in sleep, untouched by war or memory. Just a boy she somehow fell into, heart-first.

Loco blinked himself awake, his arm tightening around her as he let out a soft grunt. “You’re staring.”

“I am,” she whispered, brushing his jaw with the tips of her fingers. “You snore.”

He chuckled sleepily. “You drool.”

“I do not.”

“Only a little,” he teased, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose.

They stayed there for a while—wrapped in one another, the morning stretching endlessly. No knocks at the door. No reports to read. No looming evil.

Just warmth.

Eventually, Bavanda broke the silence, her voice soft but curious. “Do you ever miss them?”

He blinked slowly. “Who?”

“Your parents. Your... real ones. The dark lord. And your mother, whoever she was.”

His smile faded, replaced by something quieter. “I miss what they could’ve been,” he said, eyes on the ceiling. “Not who they were.”

She nodded gently, tracing shapes on his chest with her fingertip.

“Sometimes,” he added, “I wonder if I’d be different if they’d loved me right. Or if I wasn’t born into all that darkness.”

“Do you ever wish it had been different?” she asked.

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