"Tell me I'm beautiful"

The Princess's face was set in clamping determination as she woved her hands behind her back to untie the ropes that held the tendrils of her dress together.

"Have you gone nutcrack?!!" the werewolf stepped forward and held her hands.

He was vividly flustered up to the point that his crisply-shaped face turned red.

His eyes shone with something as he stared down at her. The Princess raised her head to look at him straight in the eye.

And it was as if silent energy was passing through her jade-green orbs to communicate with those honey-colored eyes of his.

The Princess felt him clench his jaw when she wrapped her hands around his which was on her dress.

Gently and quietly, she slowly moved forward like an antelope that was about to strike.

He could have moved back, yet, he didn't.

"You don't want me to strip for you?" She tilted her head and asked in wonder.

"No, thank you" he gritted.

She then scoffed under her breath and it was as though she was mocking him.

"I wasn't even going to anyway, you said you have seen better, right? But, don't you worry," she leaned in closer to his ear.

"Mine will be the best" she whispered with a smirk.

The werewolf was about to move away when the Princess grabbed his arms to wrap it around her waist.

"If you don't want me to strip, then tell me I'm beautiful" the words left her lips in eagerness.

She was yearning to hear him praise her, or even call her by her name with his deep and sweetening voice.

"You must be jesting me" the werewolf shook his head, and yanked his hands away from hers.

"Fine then" the Princess wasted no time to bring her hands behind her back again, so she could act like she was about to strip.

"Fine!" He hissed as the Princess let out a triumphant smirk.

"Say it, tell me I'm beautiful" she demanded as her eyes shone with excitement.

"You're beautiful," he said in what seemed like the coldest tone ever.

Devoid of feelings.

Her lips went down in a pout from his tone and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Gee, cold much?" She snorted.

"Cold or hot, I said it, now, get cleaned up so I can get out of this room," he grumbled and went to rest by the door with his arms crossed around his bare torso.

Princess Divale reluctantly took the wet towel with a slight frown, but as she was about to use it to wipe her body, a dangling smile fell from her lips and her eyes shone with mischief.

She looked over at the werewolf, settling her eyes on his chest which had seemed to be stained by tea when she stuck herself to him.

She reached down to the cabinet and took out another towel to dip it beneath the tap.

Her legs moved towards him with a smile that looked innocent.

Too innocent.

The werewolf raised his eyebrows at her exaggerated smile.

"What?" He snarled.

"Let me clean you up, you have some tea on your- *cough*" the Princess cleared her throat.

He looked down at his chest and noticed the tea there with a frown before he looked back up.

"I can do it myself" his arm reached forward to grab the towel from her but she took a step back.

"No, I will do it" she insisted.

"Thanks but no thanks,"

"Fine then, it seems you don't want this key" the Princess shrugged and ran towards the window to throw out the key.

"Don't you dare-" he clenched his teeth.

"I will dare to if you don't let me do as I want to and trust me, Lulu, when I say I'll do something, I do it!" She threatened.

A deranged sigh or what sounded more like a growl erupted from the werewolf as he clenched his fists to suppress himself.

"Do as you want to" he mumbled out and it was as if he was in pain as he said so.

Princess Divale skipped back towards him, after dropping the key back into its temporary abode, her chest.

She took the towel she used to clean her body and moved towards him.

"I wipe yours and you wipe mine" she handed the towel to him and he glared down at it without making a move.

"If you wanna leave this room as soon as possible, do it!" What seemed like a threat escaped from her mouth.

He still made no move to take the towel.

"Don't you wa-"

A tight grip on her wrist pulled her forward as the towel was snatched from her hand.

Her eyes widened a bit as she felt his presence in close proximity.

In an instant, all her senses were heightened.

Her sight devoured the piece of art in front of her, her nostrils breathed in the confectionary yet the mysterious scent of his as her ears picked up on his heartbeat.

Her sense of touch moved forward to lay her palm on his arm.

The werewolf brought the towel to her neck, and she gasped out slightly as she wasn't expecting the cold surface due to her deep thoughts.

She blinked up at him but his eyes were settled on what he was doing as he made a great effort to ignore her.

She felt his hands swipe down her shoulders when she brought her towel up to his chest.

Carefully, she touched the towel to his chest and noticed how he didn't even flinch from the cold surface.

One dap, two daps.

She cleaned his chest slowly, her eyes never once leaving his face which was set in determination.

Tingles of spark ignited her body when his bare arms brushed against her waist subtly and she instinctively moved forward.

A step on her dress made her fall forward, towards the werewolf who grabbed her immediately by holding her waist.

At this stage, her chest was plastered to his and a look up made her meet her glazing eyes.

She wondered how one's eyes could shine even in daylight.

Seconds that felt like hours passed as the eye contact was left unbroken.

Different emotions swirled in each individual's eyes and it was as though they were trying to pour it out.

The Princess actually, the werewolf's remained guarded.

Impenetrable.

Whether it was courage or thrill, Princess Divale daringly brought her hands forth to wrap his around his bare torso, effectively sandwiching her body to his.

Slowly, she brought her palms up in a motion of caressing his grip muscles.

She didn't miss the flare that lit up in his eyes from this action.

Nobody knows who leaned down first but they found themselves getting closer and closer to each other.

His grip on her waist tightened and a flicker of his eyes to her plump lips made her know what he wanted.

He desired her, just as much as she did.

Taking the initiative, Princess Divale reached up and tilted her head to meet his.

Her lips were left open as her hot breath fanned on his face.

A growl came out of nowhere and all of a sudden, she felt his hands shift from her waist to her hips, succeeding in clamping their bodies together.

A sensation of heat made a raw moan escape her lips uncontrollably.

The heat in the room magnified as their eyes both had the same emotion for once.

LUST.

A tilt of her head and a bend from his occurred at the same time, as they were about to taste each other.

Heartbeats rising, lips trembling with want, and bodies heating up with desire.

A clash of heat was about to take place.