章 166: Hug, Kiss, What?! (IV)
"It seems the little bunny was trying to escape." He snickered.
"No…" My voice trailed off, I coughed. "I was making sure I wasn't dreaming."
He tilted his head, confused.
"I wanted to pinch myself."
With a bark of laughter, Phil threw his head back. When he finished, he growled, Pulling me down onto the ground. "Well then, if this is a dream, I'll enjoy myself then."
I couldn't help but stare at his exquisite face, gentle but mischievous eyes that told me that he meant no harm. There was a softness in his voices that brought a shiver down my spine. Something about how he talked and how he touched was gentle, almost as if I was a porcelain doll that he didn't want to break.
His shirt slipped off, leaving behind a picturesque body. I drooled.
Phil leaned over, gently kissing my lips. His fingers were quickly moving to unbutton everything
that got in his way.
"Berry."
"Yes?"
"Tell me if you want me to stop." His breath was ragged, almost in pain, to control himself.
"Okay," I whispered, but I honestly was scared. The hunger between the two of us was lit in flames, and I didn't want to stop.
Phil noticed me shiver. He stopped, taking a good look at me. "Don't worry. I'll stop here and won't go any further." He gave me a reassuring nod, but he still had a hint of hunger.
Pulling me into an embrace, we hugged as our heads touched one another. Phil's eyes stared back at me as I fell deeply into his gaze.
"Berry," he called out.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
The word was like a bolt of lightning that struck my very heart. I froze, unable to say anything. He didn't wait for my reply. He brought me in, letting me feel his warm chest that seemed to cover my whole body as a warm blanket.
"I love you, Berry." He repeated it.
My mouth was dry.
He dug his head into my hair, inhaling my scent. Throughout the whole time, sweet murmurs of his voice continued, gently calling my name, telling me how beautiful I am as well as how much he loved me.
I couldn't reply back. It was at the tip of my tongue, wanting to tell him something but couldn't. I was confused about the meaning of love. My heart screamed that I wanted to be with him, but the word I love you wasn't as easy to spill as I had thought. To me, it was a commitment, and I didn't want to give him false love. Even more, because I couldn't put it to words like him, which frustrated me.
Even still, Phil didn't say anything back. He kept me in his embrace, not letting me go. His voice lulled me to sleep as our legs and arms stayed entangled in each other's embrace. All I could think of at the last moment was "Thank you" as the word escaped my lips into a soft murmur.
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A sudden sound of metal hitting against the crystal could be heard, resounding outwards in the cave. Startled, I bolted up, confused at the sudden sound. Searching around, I searched for the sound, but found nothing.
"Phil?" I gazed downwards in the hopes of finding him, but instead, I found myself disheveled with half my shirt opened up, showing my chest. Blushing red, I quickly buttoned up, realizing how shamefully I acted. Just remembering what had happened made me turn even redder.
Once again, the sound of something hitting echoed.
"Phil?" I called out louder this time.
"Shh," Phil reached over from behind to stop me from bringing attention. "Someone is here." He was not pleased that someone had found his secret spot.
With a light jump up onto his feet, he quickly straightened himself and put back on his shirt. He then reached over to help me up, which I gratefully took.
"Do you know what's going on?" I asked softly.
"No." He replied, tiptoeing through the cave. "Stay here." He glanced around once and darted forward, disappearing.
I wasn't too thrilled about being left behind, but before I could make a decision on what to do next, I heard a terrified yelp.
"Phil?!" I bolted, hoping to dear god that wasn't Phil. "Phil?!" I called out again.
My heart pounded, my stomach churned into horrible knots at the thought of him getting harmed.
Another grunt followed by a gruff voice called out in fear, "Please, spare me!" in a pleading voice.
Turning the corner, I suddenly halted. Phil had his sword out. On the floor was a dwarf with his hand up in the air, trembling. His busy orange beard covered all the way down to his chest as part of it was braided. He was a stout fellow with bulky arms and short legs, wearing a simple overalls, dirtied shirt, and boots. His green eyes were wide, staring up at Phil with fear.
Another Dwarf was also splayed on the ground, trembling next to the Dwarf that Phil had his weapon on.
A pickaxe was present sprawled on the floor with broken crystals right next to it.
"I swear, I didn't know this place was taken." The Dwarf sweated profusely at the blade that was at his throat. "I just need a piece of the stone."
"Dwarf, I highly doubt from the looks of it it's considered a piece," Phil growled. He wasn't having it, especially when he saw large chunks of the crystal found next to him.
"I swear, I only needed a little bit of it!" The Dwarf ranted, trying to get out of the predicament. "If I knew this was taken by the elves, I wouldn't be here."
"It is." Phil didn't deny it. "This is mine."
"Look, your long ears need to put up a picket sign or something to say it's taken." With the chuckle, the dwarf laughed at his own joke. Phil didn't find it funny. "Okay, okay." He finally sighed, his shoulder slumped downwards, giving up.
Phil was quiet for a moment. "Aren't you from the Thunderhammer family?"
"You know of me?" The Dwarf raised his head toward Phil in the hopes that he would let him go.
"Yes, your family is infamous for making curse swords." Phil's voice dropped an octave, giving even me a shiver.
"We do not!" The Dwarf fumed at the thought of their family masterpieces being called a cursed sword. "Our pieces are considered the finest Dwarven weapon ever made!" Cheeks turning red, the Dwarf glared.
"Yes, and it always seems to attract unwanted problems." Phil put down his sword, allowing the Dwarf to get up.
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