Sugar Apple Fairy Tale (Episode 18) - Challe & Anne cheek kiss scene
So, after watching the new episode that came out, and positively dying, buried under all that fluff that was Challe’s rizz, I decided to do a lil narrating of that cheek kiss scene.
(PS, this is just my imagination; I never read the novel for this scene, so I don’t know how this actually plays out)
・: *₊ ⁎ ⁺˳ ✧ ༚ ♡ ༚ ✧ ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ₊ * :・
Challe let out a sigh — in both relief and annoyance — at Anne’s words, before reopening his eyes and leaning in.
“Challe?” She called in a questioning manner, not realising just how titillating the sound of his name on her lips was to him.
The sweet little thing had absolutely no idea what was about to come next.
He drank in the endearing sight of Anne’s widened eyes and flushed face, as he pressed his pale lips against her rosy cheek in a featherlight kiss.
Gazing adoringly at the lovely young lady before him, his thoughts floated back to the memory of the sight of that Opal fairy caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Challe’s eyes narrowed as the once gentle gleam sharpened into a hard, even possessive glare.
It is known he despised the idea of being oppressed or objectified after years of enslavement under humans, thus the irony of possessing the following thoughts was not lost on him.
‘How dare he try covet her. She is mine; I will never let anyone take her away from me.’
At that, he began to move, trailing his lips down the soft supple skin, mimicking the way he had seen that fairy stroke her cheek. Putting his mark over that insolent fairy’s touch.
Claiming what was rightfully his.
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Anne wasn’t sure what to think. How had they gone from talking about what Gladice had asked to… t-to this?!
To say that Challe kissing her cheek in reply being the last thing she had expected, was an understatement.
Her mind had gone blank at the sudden turn of events.
Abashed and flustered as she was, she felt — rather than saw — the silky sensation of his lips (she couldn’t emphasise this enough; CHALLE’S LIPS), moving down her cheek in a trail of open-mouthed butterfly kisses.
As though he were slowly taking his time, tasting her, savouring her, bit by bit with each kiss.
Right before he would devour her.
That train of thought snapped her back to reality.
“C-Challe?!” She exclaimed, managing to somehow will herself into taking a step back, enough to set the slightest of distance between them. Evidently needing that space to calm herself down and clear her mind.
Not that Challe was about to let her.
The hand that remained on her cheek kept her facing his way, while his other arm that had long wound around her waist prevented her from backing away any further.
“You’re too careless.” Challe supplied, his tone even and firm, as though he hadn’t effectively been nipping away at her sweet skin mere moments ago.
However, there was a hint of seriousness Anne detected, which managed to keep her focused on his words.
“Is Gladice dangerous?” She inquired, looking down to avoid his gaze. After all, if she kept staring at his gorgeous face and mesmerising eyes, there’s no way she would have any leeway to think straight, let alone remain standing.
Challe was having none of it.
The hand on her cheek trailed downwards to tip her chin up with his index and thumb, prompting her with no other choice but to gaze deep into his clear sharp eyes. Eyes that held a burning emotion, so raw and passionate, it seemed to pierce right through her heart as though it were molten sugar.
“I don’t know, so don’t let your guard down.”
“Okay…” Hearing her soft reply seemed to finally let him relax, releasing some of the tension that had built up within him. He then cupped her cheek and gently drew her face towards him, till his lips reached her ear.
“Good girl.”
If the rarely-used, smooth husky tone of his voice didn’t surprise her, his lips that found the small spot connecting her cheek and ear certainly did.
Challe couldn’t deny the masculine pride and satisfaction that arose in him, as he felt her jolt in his arms at his final kiss while gasping in what seemed to be both bashfulness and a tinge of pleasure.
Separating his lips from her, he studied her blushing face once more — which was red enough to rival a sugar apple at this point — and decided that it was enough for tonight.
Any further and she would surely combust.
As interesting as that may be, he would give her a reprieve for now. After all, a balance is needed between the candy and the whip. (A/N: Japan’s saying of ame to muchi, the Japanese equivalent of ‘carrot and stick’)
“Yesterday you didn’t sleep too well.” He stated softly, slowly pulling himself away from her alluringly lithe form. “Tonight, you may sleep in my room.”
Barely capable of any coherent thought at this point, it was all Anne could do to so much as nod in response. Challe felt a smile spread across his lips before he could stop it.
She was so acquiescent, it was adorable.
“I will look after Noah tonight. Go on ahead.” Giving his gentle reassurance, he smoothly retracted his hands from her cheek and waist, right before she limply slumped onto the bed in a sitting position.
“Okay…” Anne managed to breathe out, her ruby-red eyes never leaving the obsidian-black ones of the breathtaking warrior fairy before her.
・: *₊ ⁎ ⁺˳ ✧ ༚ ♡ ༚ ✧ ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ₊ * :・
And that’s about it. Hope you enjoyed it; lemme know what you think?
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