Chapter 47
Hestia lightly traced Damon's face. Her touch was light as ever to not wake the sleeping dragon. She traced the scar from his left eyebrow and from touching it she realized the wound must be deep to leave such scar. She remembered Damon telling her about the fight that caused it. She sighed. 'Really, headb.u.t.ting your opponent is a rather risky move but if that means saving your life then she would also do the same.' She then followed the contour of his aristrocratic nose and she once again sighed. His supposedly perfect straight nose was now slightly crooked. Her fingers unconsciously ma.s.saged the damaged area. She was just thankful that Damon quit fighting before he can be seriously hurt.
Then lastly she touched his lips and she was surprised to feel that it was smooth and soft. She lightly laughed. She was imagining his lips to be rough because of all the swearing and sharp words that are coming out of his mouth.
Seeing some imperfections on Damon's face made him more human for Hestia. He can also have pimple marks although you can't barely see it and his skin is not as perfect as a marble stone.
Hestia caressed his cheek and can feel the stubbles growing. 'She thought that she liked the prince charming type of guy but when Damon came she now realized that what she needs and love is this barbarian* king.'
"Are you falling for me now sweetheart?"
Surprised, Hestia hit Damon's shoulder before hiding under the covers. Her face flushed when she heard Damon's laugh.
"Was that suppose to hurt sweetheart?" Damon teased. His head was being supported by his hand.
"Yes but I guess it didn't have any effect!" She peeked inside the blanket.
Damon gave her a s.e.xy smile and she melt inside. 'Jeez! This man really knows how to use his charm.' She squeaked when Damon pulled her closer to him and now they are facing each other. Damon hugged Hestia's waist and buried his nose on her hair, smelling his shampoo on her gave him satisfaction. 'He would suggest that she change
Hestia didn't dare to move a muscle. She was so tense that her back was very straight.
To relax his sweetheart, Damon ma.s.saged her lower back in a circular motion. "Relax sweetheart, you're to stiff." He whispered.
Hestia closed her eyes. She was mentally beating Damon to a pulp. 'How can she possibly relax when he's ma.s.saging her lower back! She admits to her mortification that she was starting to get aroused.'
When she moved forward to avoid Damon's touched, Hestia gasped when she felt his erection pressing on her belly and without thinking she looked down to see him hard as a rock.
Damon cursed when Hestia accidentally pressed on his morning wood. He can feel his erection twitch from the sudden but very much welcomed contact. He stared down at Hestia and smirked at how she was ogling his hard on.
"Don't worry sweetheart it won't attack you not unless you give it permission to do so."
His seductive tone snapped Hestia from her dazed state. She raised her head and saw the teasing smile of Damon.
"Promise me or I'll break it!" She understood that having an erection in the morning is a natural physiological* occurence but still she was mortified to feel and see it early in the morning.
"I promise! So let me just cuddle with you."
"No monkey business?" Hestia was hesitant but she can't resist his charms.
"No monkey business."
Hestia sighed and gave in to his hug. She rest her head on his arm so Damon can fully embrace her.
"Damon thank you for protecting us." She was really touched when Damon stand up for them.
Damon kissed the top of her head. "No need to thank me sweetheart. It is the husband's duty to protect his family."
Hestia smiled. She draw circles on his clothed chest. "But we're not married yet."
"It doesn't matter. Married or not I'll still protect you two from any harm and besides I won't allow you to leave me. You'll be married to me by hook or by crook."
Hestia lightly hit his chest. "Did anyone told you that you're too conceited." She teased.
"I'm just confident that you'll be charmed by me."
Damon laughed when Hestia pinched his cheek.
"In all fairness, you were das.h.i.+ng last night." Her eyes were twinkling. Her playfulness a.s.sured Damon that she was getting more comfortable around him.
"Only for you of course."
"Stop joking!" She pretended to be upset but deep down she was tickled pink*.
"I don't joke around when it comes to you or Ichigo." Damon looked past Hestia and laughed when he saw his son.
"See you're making fun of me!" She pouted but Damon laughed even more. "Stop laughing or you'll wake Ichigo."
"I'm not laughing at you but at Ichigo." He chuckled.
Hestia looked over and she started to giggle when she saw her son's sleeping posture.
The little guy kicked his blanket off. His right arm was spread out while his left hand was occasionally rubbing his belly. His two feet were also spread out and it was obvious that he was dreaming of food because he was chewing in his sleep. "He he he come here my precious cake." Ichigo mumbled in his sleep.
Unknown to Ichigo, his parents was trying not to laugh loudly. Damon grabbed his phone and started to take video of this wonderful peice of blackmail material.
Hestia was wiping the happy tears from her eyes.
"Our son is really a foodie even in sleep he dreams about food no wonder his that chubby. He definitely took after you my sweetheart." Damon looked at Hestia with a knowing look.
"Hmph! Look who's talking you're more voracious than me especially when it comes to sweets. You're Ichigo's only rival in that department!"
Damon smirked. "Guilty as charged. Come sweetheart let's go and make breakfast. Talking about food made me hungry."
Hestia shaked her head and she let Damon lead her toward the kitchen. Her melodious laughter echoed throughout the hall.