Ablackwing 44 A Goddess Is To Men

"I'm asleep," Black replied in a silly voice and he turned his head towards me.

"Oh! Really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeahh," Black said while looking at me right in my eyes. My Black was too shameless. He said it with such confidence that I would have believed him right away if I didn't know the truth myself. He was slowly getting better at lying.

"What are you doing here?" He quickly changed the topic.

"I couldn't sleep either. Thought I should check on you."

"My angel is too caring."

"Don't like the new place. Huh?" I asked. The heater of my parents' room had malfunctioned. So he decided that my aunt should sleep in my room and he would sleep in the hall. My room was s.p.a.cious enough. We could have tried to arrange his bedding somewhere, but he didn't agree. He chose hall room instead of drawing room too. The drawing room was at least warmer than the hall.

"It's good enough."

"Aren't you feeling cold?" The hall was on the verge of freezing. If he caught a cold again, he could only blame himself for being too stubborn. But I couldn't help myself from getting worried.

"Did you forget what I did on our date?" Black replied and grasped my cold hand. I could feel the heat radiating out of his hand, trying to melt my hand. And I suddenly remembered how he could create heat too. I realized how drained he was doing all that on that day.

"It's no problem to sustain my own temperature," Black replied as if he had read my worries.

"Then why aren't you asleep yet?"

"You weren't here. How could I fall asleep so easily?" I just loved the way he flirted so innocently.

"Then how you used to sleep before you met me?"

"I didn't," Black instantly replied as if he was waiting for me to ask that. He was looking in my eyes again. His words appeared well calculated but still, I couldn't tell if he was saying the truth or if he was just messing with me. Was he trying to play his past card again?

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" Black asked. Without waiting for my reply, he curled his legs and slid down, making s.p.a.ce for me to sit down.

How could I deny when he was attacking me with that puppy stare. He appeared as if he'd cry like a baby if I denied.

"Your wish, my command. Master Black," I replied and bowed down in front of him in a cla.s.sical manner. I only wished I had a hat with me so that my gesture of bowing down would look even better. I sat above his head with legs crossed so that they wouldn't feel cold. A blanket appeared behind me. It felt like an invisible figure was placing the blanket above me. I knew he was doing that but it wasn't surprising anymore. He had too many tricks up his sleeves.

"That's not the right way. You should say like... like- 'the queen accepts the wish of her lowly slave' or something like that," Black said while I was adjusting myself to obtain the most comfortable place I could obtain on the couch.

The way he told said that was too funny. It cracked me up. "I'll never say like that. I don't dare say that in front of the strongest angel," I teased him back.

"You should."

"Ugh.." I didn't pursue this matter. He couldn't force me to say it against my wishes. I made a mental note of calling him as master once again some other say. I'd like to see how he would stop me. I was thinking of all those things when he straightened his legs. He leapt towards me as if he was a frog. Before I could react, his head had fallen into my lap.

"Can I make another selfish request?" Without waiting for my answer he continued "I want to be spoilt by you tonight."

"And how can I spoil you, mister?"

"Just let me stay here," Black said and made himself comfortable in my lap-pillow. He then held my hand that was near his face. I suddenly felt my body warming up. It felt as if the heat was travelling from his hand to my whole body. Would he have accepted if I denied? I was so sure that he wouldn't.

"Aren't you the one who is spoiling me instead? I might get addicted to this comfortable warmth you know."

"I'm just paying for your services."

"You're gonna tire yourself out again."

"You're close to me. It's easier this way."

"Just... take care," I wanted to stop him but he was as stubborn as a child. He wouldn't listen to me. But if he didn't pay heed to my words and kept going on without caring for himself, he would have to pay a huge price. He would be barred from coming to my room for a whole year... Um.. Six months. Three would be sufficient, I guess. One. Yeah! One sounds perfect. One... day...

"You smell nice and fresh, like always. I love your sweet scent. Even more than strawberries," Black said breathing in deeply.

"You..." I didn't know what to reply. You don't do such things. And even if you do, you don't say it out loud. I had doubts before but I knew right then that my Black was really shameless a real pervert. If he wasn't that cute, I really would have slapped him hard.

"You look innocent but you're very naughty," I said and pulled his cheek.

"Ow.. ow.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Black apologized but I didn't let him go of his cheek. Instead, I pulled his other cheek too. He made painful expressions in an attempt to tell me that it is hurting him. But I knew he was acting. How can this little pull hurt the strongest angel? I pulled harder.

He stopped with his apologies soon and raised his hand towards my face. I thought he would pull my cheeks too. But he rested his hands on my face. He rubbed softly as if he was enjoying touching me.

I felt so horrible that moment when I looked at him. I was really pulling his cheeks without any mercy and in return, he just touched me so sweetly. That's not fair. He shouldn't do things like that. He should at least have some revenge. My hands were still holding his cheeks but they had lost their strength.

I looked in his crystal like s.h.i.+ning eyes. His eyes appeared more beautiful than ever before as they reflected the faint light of the moon.

I don't know for how long I looked at his eyes before realizing that he was looking at me too. The eye contact felt so intimate that my face started to heat up. He makes me shyer than I already am. I wanted to turn my eyes away but at the same time, I wanted to never stop staring. And at that moment he closed his eyes and smiled, showing me his perfect set of white teeth.

My heart skipped a beat when he smiled. His smile was really the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I felt myself bending over and closing the distance between us. My heart was still in awe and before I realized, I was kissing him. It was an awkward position but that kiss only felt wonderful.

I withdrew and found him staring at me. Another wave of heat spread into my body. I so wanted to dig a hole and jump. I knew he was my partner, the man I had decided to love my whole life. But it was still embarra.s.sing when he looked at me like that.

"It was my dream. Today it came true."

"What dream are you talking about?" It was just spontaneous movement on my part. But if he dreams like that, he sure fantasises about me a lot.

"I dreamt to be with you under the moonlit sky... We're not exactly under but I guess it's close enough."

"Oh!" I was disappointed at myself. He told me his dream and in reply, I just said oh. I knew I should say something else but my mind was blank since that moment. It was like the heat of embarra.s.sment had burnt my brain to ashes. My hands stopped holding his face and rested themselves on his neck and that was when I realized he was s.h.i.+rtless.

"Where are your clothes?"

"Well, that white one is precious. I don't want to ruin it."

"You've others too. We've bought many, remember?"

"They're all precious," Black innocently rebuked. He looked at me with puzzled expressions as if he thought I was dumb to ask the obvious. But I was even more puzzled than him. He treasured the normal clothes as if they were more precious than a diamond. They were just d.a.m.n ordinary clothes! I tried to measure how much he cherishes me but that depth was unfathomable.

"Black."

"Yea."

"What am I to you?"

"Where did this come from?"

"Well if you like me that much, why haven't you said to me yet? You say but kinda indirectly. Why not directly? It's not like I need to hear it. I know already... It's just that I would love if you say it..."

Black thought for a while, trying to weave his thoughts into words, and after a short while, he spoke up.

"A G.o.ddess is to men, you are to me."

I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard his words. An angel referred to me as a G.o.ddess. Could there be a better joke? I was an ordinary human, perhaps worse than average. And he referred to me like that, it felt like he was kidding with me.

"I am serious," Black said in a slightly loud tone.

"Why do you hold me in such high regard?"

"I wasn't like that always. I had started walking on a very dangerous grey line. It felt I was in an endless dark tunnel before you took me to the light at the end of that tunnel. And then there is this fact that you sacrificed so many things just to save my worthless life. I didn't deserve it but I couldn't go against your choice even if I wanted. How can I not hold you in that high regard? I can only revere you."

"Every time I see you, I feel so happy that I can't explain. You can not imagine my joy when I feel myself laying my head in your lap. My heart just feels like it will burst up because of happiness. Every time I see you, I get afraid. Afraid because I feel it is just a dream... I fear I'll wake up and you won't be beside me."

"I'm sorry that I don't say it. I'm really sorry. But you see, in my heart, I know that I don't deserve you. I've sinned. You had asked me of a simple thing long ago but I couldn't fulfil your wish. I don't return your memories because I fear that if I did that, you'll leave me. I won't be able to see you ever again. If I take that final step while you're in dark, how can I face myself?"

"I'll try my best... I'm trying my best to fulfil your wish so that one day I can proudly look at you without any guilt. One day I'll give you back your memories and that would be the day when I will tell you that I've fulfilled your wish. One day I'll look into your eyes and say the words you want to hear." Black said that all while looking in my eyes. His eyes got watery as he said those words. I trusted his words with all of my soul. He was just trying to make himself better. I don't know how he could become better than he already was but I believed it would be best to let him follow his heart.

I leaned forward again and whispered in his ears.

"I'll be waiting for that day. Even if I turn old and my hair turn grey. Even if those skinny wrinkles appear on my skin. I'll gladly wait for you forever, till my last breath."

Even though I said that I surely hoped that he would not make me wait that long. Black had told me that angels are almost immortal. Even after centuries, Black would look as handsome as ever. But I was not an angel... Would he still find my ugly old self attractive? Every woman would want to be attractive in front of the man they love. I'd feel horrible if he would need to spend his days with the ugly old me. And what about after I die... Would he forget about me and move on? Or would he spend his immortal life in loneliness? I dared not think anymore.

These thoughts... They scared me...