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Nov 12, 2014 11:59AM
"Yes I do." Dougie started to lift his hand to her cheek, then stopped himself once he realised what he was doing. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. Tylia, you done nothing wrong." Instead of holding her cheek he ran his hand through his hair.
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Tylia sucked in a breath when he raised his hand towards her, her eyes flickering with panic. After she speaks, she stays silent, unsure how to respond.
Dougie turned again to head back to his room, What was that back there? "Come Tylia" he said gently.
Tylia follows behind, chewing on her bottom lip nervously, her eyes cast down.
Getting to the room he opens the door, "Ladies first." he said then realised what he was doing, and his cheeks dusted themselves in pink.
Tylia blushes as well, her eyes searching his face. "It's... Not proper..." She mumbles.
Dougie could feel something inside him, nudging him forward. "Do I look like I care about, 'proper'?"
Tylia blushes more, the ghost of a smile forming. She walks inside the room, ducking her head down.
He had know idea of what was going on. Dougie watched Tylia as she walked into his room and imagined it under different circumstanced then shook his head. What on earth is going on?
Tylia stood in the same place that she had before, waiting for anymore orders. Her hair fell over her shoulders.
Without thinking Dougie walked over to Tylia and moved her hair. Only when he caught her eyes did his face become pink again.
Tylia sucks in a gasp, looking up at Dougie with panicked and confused eyes, her pale cheeks growing warm.
One minute he was about to laugh at Tylia's blush and the next his mouth was on hers. His hand was around the back of her neck as he kissed her.
Tylia makes a startled noise, her eyes widening, tensing, but she made no move to pull away, slowly closing her eyes and timidly kissing back.
Dougie couldn't stop. Never had he kissed a girl, besides his best friend when they were younger, but he knew that it just felt right. He started leading her back towards the bed.
Tylia slowly reached up and cupped his cheek, leaning into him. She didn't realize that they were moving, everything had disappeared except for him and the prince's lips on hers.
When he got to the bed, he supported her as they fell. He moaned into the kiss as he stroked her hair.
Tylia moans softly in response, her face tinged a deep red. She laces her fingers in his hair gently.
Lift her up off the bed he moves them so Tylia's head is on the pillow. "Tylia.." he moaned
Tylia slowly opened her eyes, breathing heavily and shakily.
She nervously bites down on her bottom lip.
((sorry again, I have too many notifications and keep missing some :( ))Feeling her shake underneath him, Dougie pulls back. At the point everything that just happened hit him. What am I doing?
((It's fine. I understand.))Tylia bolts off the bed, her eyes wide with fear. A maid was forbidden to do such things with the prince, with anyone above her station. "I-I-I-I am s-sorry!"
Seeing her panic Dougie tried to calm her down, "Hey, hey. No it's okay" he cupped her cheek, "This was me, I'm not angry at you."
Tylia breaths shakily, closing her eyes and leaning into his hand.
Dougie was tempted to kiss her again, loving the feel of her lips, but decided against it seeing how nervous and shaky she was.
Tylia's cheeks are warm, red. She swallows hard, still scared.
"I'll, eh, let you go to bed then." he said unsure of what he should be saying.
Tylia drops a rushed curtsy and runs out, unsure what to do as well.
Once the door was shut he dropped to his bed with a sigh. What in the lords name was going on?
Once Tylia reached her tiny room,which was just down, she hugged her knees to her chest.
Dougie lies on his bed thinking about what just happened. It hit him hard just how much he wanted the maid. How much he wanted Tylia.
Tylia stares at the wall, brushing her fingertips against her lips.
Finally sleep started to take him. He didn't care that he was still in his clothes, that he wasn't under the cover as he fell into sleeps grasp.
Tylia stays awake, restless. Did the prince mean it? Or was it just some joke, a trick?
Dougi was out for the counts as he snored lightly.
Eventfully, Tylia lays down and tries to get some sleep.
She slips into a nightmare ridden sleep.
((You have permission to kill me for missing these notifications >_<))As sun light streamed into his room, Dougie groggily opens his eyes. "I hate mornings" he grumbled.
((I have too many other people to kill.))Tylia is outside his room, part of her job as his maid. She was pacing back and forth, thinking about last night.
Dougie lay there looking at his ceiling. She probably quit. The one maid I actually like and she's gone. He let out a frustrated sigh.
Tylia continued to pace. He was probably going to fire her. Not just to a different position, but out of the castle.
Deciding to change into fresh clean clothes he nipped into the shower room, giving himself a wash with a damp soapy cloth.He made his way to his bedroom door, now clean.
Tylia keeps pacing, her face tense with worry.
Opening the door Dougie walks right into Tylia. He grabs her with his hands so she doesn't fall. "sorry"
Tylia gasps, looking up at Dougie with wide and panicked eye.
"A-Are you okay Tylia?" he asked. He didn't expect her to still be here.
"I'm sorry!" She squeaks, thinking he was going to push her away and tell her to get out of the castle.
Dougie raised his brow, "Sorry for what?"
