Hilda practically skipped to her dorms, dragging a bewildered Caspar behind her by the hand. It had taken all of her might not to pounce on the man in the audience chamber after he said such sweet things.
“If there’s anything you really need help with though, don’t be afraid to ask me.”
Dangerous words from someone Hilda had up until that point refrained from wrapping around her little finger. She was used to stirring men up to get what she wanted but Caspar was special. And a bit oblivious to her wanting to climb him like a tree and make him beg for mercy.
Unfortunately, dear, sweet, Caspar wasn’t taking the hint. Her fluttering lashes, her playful touches, her insistence that they go to her bedroom alone together…nothing.
“Whoa, never seen anyone as excited for someone to carry their luggage as you are.”
He was so lucky he was cute.
Well, he’d have to get the hint once they arrived outside her room. She bent over a tad more than was strictly necessary to unlock her door and took her sweet time coming back up, tossing a sultry glance over her shoulder.
Caspar smiled at her blankly, his eyes never leaving her face. “Let’s see that luggage, Hilda. I’ll be out of your hair in no time!”
Hilda slumped and kicked her door open. His obtuseness hadn’t yet been enough to douse the flames of want flickering in her belly but it was getting real damn close. She flounced into the middle of the room (only wiggling her butt for him a little, because she was cross) and put her hands on her hips. Caspar shut the door behind them and looked around.
“So, uh…where’s the luggage?” he said, a little incredulous.
“There is no luggage, Caspar.”
“Oh. Is it somewhere else then?”
“Oookay,” he shuffled his feet. “Then what are we doing here? I’m a little confused.”
Hilda sighed dramatically, stomping over to him until they were nearly chest-to-chest. “Listen up, Caspar because I’m only going to say this once.”
She clapped her hands over Caspar’s cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. It was meant to be a perfunctory peck but it still left her tingling. Who knew a rough boy like Caspar could have such soft lips?
Caspar gaped at her when she let go, his mouth dropped comically open. He stared at her for a moment. He burst out laughing.
Hilda flushed indignantly. “Why are you laughing?!”
“Sorry!” Caspar tried and failed to contain his giggles. “But did you really drag me to your room like that just because you wanted to kiss me?”
“Yes!” Hilda stomped her foot. “Among other things! Why, is the thought so terrible?”
“No!” When she tried to leave, Caspar put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs in soothing circles. “It’s just that you could’ve asked me in the first place. I wouldn’t have said no.”
“I…” I hadn’t thought of that, Hilda realized. Also his hands are really nice, I want them all over my naked body.
“Weren’t we just talking about how if you wanted something, it was okay to ask me?” Caspar grinned at her. “Or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget, I—okay maybe I did forget but—" Hilda was rapidly losing control over the situation. “It was more fun this way!”
Caspar nodded. “Can’t argue with that, it did lead to you kissing me out of nowhere. So, uh…when you say ‘among other things’ do you mean…?”
Hilda rolled her eyes and smiled, putting a hand over his chest. Even though she couldn’t feel it through his armour, she’d bet her brother’s treasure vault that Caspar’s heart was racing. “Whatever we want.”
He reddened. “Oh. Good. Great! That’s uh, really great.”
His hands twitched at his sides, clearly unsure of what to do next, the poor lamb. Hilda took pity on him and roped her arms around his neck. She pulled him close until their noses brushed.
“Will you, Caspar Bergliez,” Hilda stated formally, “Kiss me, Hilda Valentine Goneril, again?”
This close, Hilda could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “Y-yes.” And he did.
It was not a perfect kiss. Caspar’s kissing technique was enthusiastic but sloppy, a mesh of teeth and tongue until Hilda firmly took over and steered the boy straight. No, it was not a perfect kiss. But it was still one of the best she’d ever had.
He drew away, his goofy grin threatening to split his face in two. She probably looked equally silly but couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Yes, Caspar?” she replied dreamily.
“When you say ‘whatever we want’ does that include you wanting us to have sex—”
“Yes, Caspar, it does. Goddess!”
“Okay, cool! Just checking!”