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The waves wash ashore in slow, steady movements. The water wets the sand, handful of steps away from the outdoor nest Prapai had built hours earlier.
The stars twinkle, the milky way shimmers as a bright path spanned across the midnight blue sky, mesmerizingly reflected in Sky’s eyes.
Prapai couldn’t be happier, nor cozier than at this moment.
Sky is in his arms, sitting between his legs, back to chest. His omega’s breaths come relaxed, in tune with his own. In tune with the waves.
A light blanket is covering Sky’s lower half up to his abdomen to shield him from the soft wind coming their way every now and then. Outdoor pillows are artfully draped across the floor-height outdoor lounge sitting above a thick, padded picnic blanket. A tray with sweets and non-alcoholic drinks is sitting next to them.
Their big nest is faintly illuminated by the fairy lights attached to the rocks of the natural alcove around them. A secret place, armoured by various spells and arrays to keep any possible danger outside their little bubble.
“P’Pai…” Sky sighs, pulls Prapai’s hand away from his mating bite where a thumb was stroking up and down, “you are a possessive alpha again.”
Prapai smiles, turns his head, lays a kiss atop his mate’s hair, “I can’t help it, baby. You smell so good.”
Sky draws Prapai’s hand down, until it rests atop their other two hands on Sky’s lower abdomen.
“You have to stop being this clingy.” Sky says without heat, “On Monday you have to go back to your office, and I have to go back to university.”
“I know.” Prapai breaths, lays another kiss on his love’s hair, “But until then I can spoil you to my heart’s content.”
Sky turns his head, locks their eyes.
Prapai’s heart stutters for a moment when caramel-coloured eyes, illuminated by the stars and fairy lights, meet his. His husband’s skin seems to glow, like an ethereal prince descended on earth just to make Prapai the happiest man alive.
“No more spoiling.” Sky says, “Promise me.”
Prapai makes a tortured, low noise, “You are being mean.”
“I am being realistic.” Sky counters gently but with clear reason in his tone, “Don’t think I don’t know the outdoor lounge set we are sitting in isn’t one of the resort.” he pauses, taps the back of Prapai’s hand with a finger, “You bought it.”
Prapai pouts, “You have to be comfortable. I don’t want you to sit on the hard sand.” The next moment a small grin takes over his lips, “And you like it. Your scent changed to deep content the moment you saw the little nest.”
“Nothing here is little.” Sky counters with a faintly raised eyebrow.
“Absolutely true.” He agrees with a sultry tone, rolls his crotch once against his omega’s backside.
Sky slaps Prapai’s arm playfully, “Reign your alpha side back in.”
“Sky, baby,” Prapai returns to the pout, knowing sooner or later Sky will give in, “I just want my pretty husband. Is that a crime?”
“You already had me two times today. I’ll become sore if you continue.”
Prapai hums in an alpha low tone. His omega won’t be sore no matter how often they go a day. Not with the magic Prapai specifically learned to heal Sky’s body after each of their sometimes too rough lovemaking they both crave for.
“You are thirsty, darling. How should I feed you if not through knots?”
“Why do you think you have to feed me? Because I’m grumpy?” Sky retorts with a frown crossing his nose for a fragment of a second.
“Are you?” Prapai asks, leans forward, kisses the place the frown had just been. He feels his husband’s energy shifting from relaxation to a brief moment of irritation. An up and down of emotions Prapai slowly got used to throughout the week; after his rut had ended as abruptly as Sky’s heat.
Sky shrugs, “Maybe.”
“Why is my sweet, handsome, prettiest man alive husband maybe grumpy?” Prapai asks gently, lays another kiss on Sky’s nose.
His omega turns back to face the rolling, calm waves of the sea. A heavier breeze rushes from the sea into their alcove, ruffling his mate’s hair. Sky shivers in his arms, burrows closer.
Prapai draws one hand out of Sky’s hold, takes another soft blanket waiting next to them, drapes it across Sky’s shoulders and upper torso. He adjusts the ends gently around his omega’s neck before he wraps his arm around his love’s chest. His hand starts to stroke a gentle rhythm on Sky’s covered upper arm.
“Baby,” Prapai probs softly, “Tell me what makes you unhappy. I will rectify it immediately.”
“Even you can’t rectify this.” Sky answers just as softly, “You cannot buy everything with money.”
Prapai hums again, “Not everything. But a lot.” He nuzzles Sky’s cheek with his nose, “So, it’s about something I could theoretically buy for you.”
“You won’t.” Sky pauses, then adds, “You also can’t.”
“Why can’t I?”
Sky stays silent again.
Prapai can’t help but to think back to a day, months ago, when they were talking about the wedding. Sky had forbidden him to buy a house. Or a plot of land to built a house. As a wedding gift. And as a gift in general.
“You found a house you want?” Prapai tries. A shot in the blue.
Sky shakes his head faintly, “No.”
“A plot of land, then?”
A brief pause before Sky answers, “No.”
Prapai’s eyebrow shoots up for a moment. He’s close. “You want a plot of land where a house can’t be built.”
“P’Pai.” Sky sighs.
Prapai holds back a chuckle. He hit it. “Sky, baby.” He drawls, lays a series of kisses on his husband’s cheek up to his temple before he says, “You want this part of the beach.”
A deeper sigh from Sky is all the answer to Prapai had known for months.
“The next time,” Sky says, “we will be here, this place is gone. I wish our children would have had the chance to have played here.”
Prapai rubs his thumb over his omega’s lower abdomen twice. A sudden image fills Prapai with warmth. Their children, laughing and running around the alcove, Sky watching over them with a smile on his lips.
“Why do you think the place will be gone next time we will be here?”
Sky starts to play with Prapai’s fingers beneath the second blanket, “The resort plans to build a floating restaurant reaching from the top of the rocks into the sea. You know that as well as I do.”
“I didn’t know you knew.” Prapai says honestly. He’d genuinely thought Sky hadn’t heard of the plans.
Sky shrugs with one shoulder, “I know it for a while.”
“How?”
“Is it important?”
“Everything about you is important to me. Especially if it makes you sad.”
Sky shakes his head faintly, keeps playing with Prapai’s hands, “I heard it while we were waiting in the hotel lobby. Weeks ago.”
“The day we went into the city and you ate those three large ice cream bowls?” Prapai asks.
He’d wondered what had gotten into his omega back then. It looked, and felt, as if Sky was stress-eating. No coaxing had gotten him any closer as to what might have been wrong.
Sky hums, pats Prapai’s hand, then wraps his own around it, interlocks their fingers.
Prapai nuzzles his nose in his husband’s hair, inhales deeply. He deliberately softens his scent, shifts his legs to enclose Sky in deeper safety.
Minutes pass, the only sound the waves rolling ashore, before Sky breaks the shared silence, “You bought it, didn’t you?”
Prapai makes a humming noise in question, lays a series of kisses on his love’s earlobe, then says quietly, “What did I buy?”
“The beach.” Sky says, turns his head to face Prapai, locks their eyes, “You feel too calm. And there was no wedding present from you. Yet.”
“You think this is suspicious?” Prapai asks with a smile, leans forward to make immediate use of the new position, lays a kiss on his husband’s forehead.
“Very suspicious.” Sky answers, raises one eyebrow, “Did you? Buy the beach?”
Prapai feels his omega vampire’s energy poking at his, trying to dissect where the calmness comes from, why it might be there. He can feel the doubts and hopes playing war inside Sky.
“If I say yes, will you be angry?”
“I told you not to buy a house.”
“Technically it’s neither a house, nor a plot of land to built a house.”
Sky narrows his eyes, “You are getting too good at finding ways around my words.”
“If I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t have any chances to spoil you.”
“I told you to not spoil me.”
“Babyyy~” he whines, “You are my omega. You will be the father of my children. You were born to be spoiled by me.”
“What if I don’t want to be spoiled?”
Prapai deliberately pouts, adds puppy eyes on top. He knows, feels, how Sky craves to be spoiled. How much he loves every time he finds Prapai thought of him, when he gets presents out of the blue, meant to make his life easier.
He wouldn’t spoil his omega if he wouldn’t know Sky likes it deep down.
“I cannot return the beach.” Prapai says, pouts some more for good measure, “And it’s a wedding gift.”
For a moment Prapai can’t make sense of the emotions and energies playing inside his omega, nor the deliberate unreadable expression on his husband’s face.
“Are you angry?” he asks carefully, drops both the pout and the puppy eyes.
Sky’s eyes searches Prapai’s before he says, “How can I be angry when you make me happy?”
A spark of joy starts to lit up inside Prapai. “You like the present?”
Sky bites his lip, then nods faintly enough Prapai wouldn’t have seen it if they wouldn’t be sitting this close. The spark of joy turns into a tsunami wave of happiness. He leans forward, peppers his husband’s jaw, nose, lips in kisses.
Sky starts to laugh, starts to wriggle inside Prapai’s arms.
“I love you so much.” Prapai says before he lays the softest of kisses on his mate’s lips.
“P’Pai…” Sky says the moment he can, a pout on his lips, “My wedding gift pales in comparison to yours.”
Prapai shakes his head faintly, lifts the hand away from Sky’s upper arm to cradle his love’s face, “It’s not a competition.” he says, strokes his thumb over his husband’s cheek, “The greatest gift there is, is you existing. Thank you for being here, with me, my love.”
Sky’s eyes start to well with tears. He turns his upper body abruptly, wraps himself around Prapai, burrows his face against the mating bite on Prapai’s neck. “You are sappy.” he mumbles, almost inaudible.
Prapai hums in affirmation, adjusts his arms around his omega, holds him close. He lifts one hand, starts to stroke through Sky’s hair. For a moment he is overcome by the love he feels for his husband. As if his body is too small to contain the way he cherishes Sky, the happiness his vampire omega brings him, the way the world seems right whenever he has his omega in his arms.
“I love you, Sky.” he repeats, his voice clogged by the overwhelming love pouring out of him.
Sky shivers warmly in Prapai’s arms before he says, “I love you, too.”