The Royal Contract

He tried to get away, gently wriggling himself out of her grip, and then covered his body with the blanket and a pillow on his head. He had no plans to get out of bed soon.

“We are going out today. You still owe me one.” Jacky slapped him by the shoulder, trying to get his attention. Then, she finally gave up and stood up.

He thought she did, but when he peeked underneath the pillows. He saw her. She was staring at him, placing her hands on her waist like a drill sergeant, not happy with her soldier.

“Fine.” He knew when her patience was about to run thin, and he never wanted to mess up with that.

He pulled the cover away from his body and crawled out of bed, planning to go to the bathroom. But suddenly, he changed his mind as his feet shifted in a different direction.

His hands hastily snaked around her waist, pulling her into his naked chest. Fortunately for her, he was still wearing his boxer’s shorts. Or else.

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“If you don’t stop messing around, you will surely wish to regret this.” He knew that was his final warning, so he quickly pulled his hands away from her, showing a sign of his surrender.

“Chill, darling. I was only joking.” He turned around, but before he could step further away, he turned around and grabbed her by the waist again.

This time, he did not give her the chance to react as he gently slammed her back into the bed. Well, as mildly as he could manage under the circumstances and let his fingers tickle her on her sides, earning him several shrieks and shrills, followed by uncontrollable waves of laughter.

He would show her who the boss was when they were in the bedroom. Or at least once in a while. He pinned her down on the bed, holding her two wrists in one of his hands as he rendered her immobile.

“Stop it!” She shouted in between her gasping breaths, but he was not through yet as he continued his onslaught on her body.

When he knew that she had enough, he gradually stopped and lay on top of her, also slightly exhausted. It was not easy to prevent her from escaping. She could be a wild beast on the bed. In every sense of the word, if you know what he meant.

Anyway, he was glad that she was still smiling when he finally stared into her eyes. He swiped the hair that covered her face from their wrestling and tickling match before lowering his face to claim his prize.

“Five minutes.” He whispered in her ears before sealing his lips on hers. He knew she could not deny him. He was not asking for too much. “I just need a few minutes.”

It was a leisurely kiss that could go on and on if he wanted, but he wanted more as his hands glided down her body, not tickling her this time but touching her soft spots.

But she gently pushed him as she kissed him suddenly with abandon, taking over the control away from him. Then, she lay on top of him, straddling him, with her hands pinning his hands on both sides of his head.

He did not mind if she acted dominant once in a while. It gave him a pleasure to know that she had the power over him, to put him in his place. But not only in bed but in other situations in their relationship. It meant that, in some ways, they could be equal.

“Then, close your eyes.” She leaned down and whispered in his ears. Quickly, he followed her command, shutting his lids until darkness consumed his sight.

He could still feel her body connected to his, but it was not enough. He wanted more as he started to move, but before he knew what was happening. Before his hands could grip her body, she was gone.

He was alone on the bed.

“Jacky?” He called, opening his eyes to see where that woman went.

But she was already standing on the other side of the bed, much further than before.

It seemed that she did not fall for his tricks this time.

Her face was more determined this time, as her eyebrows rose higher than he had ever seen. He knew that he could not get out of this one.

“What is so important that we have to go out now?” He asked, confused at how his fiance was behaving.

At this point, he stood up from the bed and walked straight to the bathroom. No more hanky panky and dirty business this time. But he stopped by the door, his hand on the doorknob, waiting for a response.

“I need you to be ready in ten minutes. I will wait for you outside.” She blew him a kiss but turned quickly away from him and out their bedroom door.

He could not blame her. But he was curious about whatever it was because she was not giving him any hint.

He had no choice now but to get himself ready, and he only had nine minutes to go. He quickly took a shower and dressed up in comfortable clothes.

Then, he walked out of their room, but technically hers since this was her apartment. But he would soon remedy that. Once, she finally agreed to move to his home permanently.

They were getting married after all and bound to live under one roof.

“Ok. Here I am, ready, in every possible way.” Giving double meaning to his statement, spreading his hands in front of her. “So, what do you have in mind?” He asked.

He took a seat on the counter, gripping the hot coffee she had prepared for him. He did not usually eat breakfast much. But since he usually woke up with her, she always forced him to eat something.

If that was something to look forward to when they finally took their vow, he was excited to do it for the rest of their lives. He believed this was the life he had been waiting for but never knew before.

He could not wait to commit to her, build a family and have kids with her. Something that he was not aware he had been longing for all his life. A family, built-in love to call his own.