She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but the human found herself sighing with relief. Monty’s bedroom was filled with simple pieces; a large bed stood against the opposite wall as the room’s centerpiece, facing a mounted flat-screen television and wooden entertainment center that almost matched the cherry shade of the wooden headboard. A matching chest of drawers stood beside a doorway that presumably led to the adjoining bathroom. The walls had random art prints and posters decorating it, some framed while others were simply affixed with tape. It was a stark contrast to the royal advisor’s bedroom–the bed was dressed in simple sheets and made neatly, there wasn’t a stray article of clothing in sight, and the furniture had fewer videogames and more books. One journal in particular caught the human’s eye; it was set apart from the other stacks of books, and the leather was discolored.
“This is it,” Monty sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His cheeks were a bright pink. “So?”
Amused by his bashful nature, Lizzie took his hand in hers and kissed the knuckles. “It’s nice,” she said honestly. “I like it.”
Did his face just get even redder? “Cool. I’m, uh, gonna go shower now,” he cleared his throat and gestured to the entertainment center on his way to the chest of drawers. “Why don’t you pick a movie to watch? I’ve seen them all a thousand times, so I’ll be happy with whatever you choose.”
She shrugged and smiled. “Fine by me. Hope you don’t get scared easily.”
The prince’s shy nature was replaced by his usual cockiness. “Oh, you’re on, baby. We’ll see who scares easily.”
The two split into their tasks; Lizzie sat before the entertainment center and began pulling out every DVD and VHS tape that housed a horror flick, while Monty dug through his drawers in search of clean clothes. By the time he had found underwear and clothes to lounge in, she had created two piles of movies at the foot of his bed.
The angel chuckled at the human’s enthusiasm as he entered his bathroom and flipped on the light. “I bet you won’t even have something picked out by the time I’m done.”
“Wanna bet?” challenged Lizzie.
“What do you propose?”
She mulled over a couple possible punishments. “Loser gets to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the night.”
His thick eyebrows shot up. “Oooh, kinky.”
He shut the door in time for it to collide with the empty disk holder she had pelted in his direction. She could hear his teasing laughter from the other side, mocking her.
It only took her five minutes to narrow down Monty’s collection of horror movies to three options, and only another moment of deliberation before she made her selection. She popped the movie out of its case, placed it on the open disk drive, and hit the worn close button beside it, allowing the player to do its thing as she turned on the television. Monty already had his tv set to the appropriate input, so all she had to do was put away all the movies that didn’t make the cut.
By the time she settled onto the bed with the remotes for both the DVD player and the television in hand, she heard the shower shut off and the sound of the curtain being pulled to one side.
Lizzie smirked. I won this bet.
She pressed the button for the DVD menu on the corresponding remote just as the bathroom door opened moments later. Monty emerged, water dripping from his hair, a towel pulled over both shoulders. He was dressed in a white, loose-fitting sleeveless shirt and a pair of black track shorts, not unlike his previous outfit.
The human frowned. “Now I feel overdressed.”
The angel shrugged, feigning innocence. “Well, you can undress if you want.”
He caught the remote that Lizzie chucked at him without breaking his stride. He rounded the bed, handed the remote back to her, and bent down to give her a kiss. She gleefully reciprocated, linking her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her.
Monty laughed softly against her lips. “Are you trying to get me into bed?”
“Maybe,” she whispered back, gazing up at him. “Are you gonna keep me waiting?”
Monty’s cheeks reddened. “No, ma’am. Just let me turn on the fan.”
The angel pulled away slowly, allowing Lizzie to retract her hands, her lips slightly pouted. He turned to a standing fan she hadn’t noticed beside the closet and flipped it on, aiming the face of the device toward the bed.
“Are you actually hot?” Lizzie grumbled. She wrapped her arms around her torso and hugged herself. “I already regret wearing this dress. It’s kind of cold.”
Monty frowned. “Cold? It’s summer in Georgia–which to me, a spirit from Jupiter, feels like I’m in a desert. How are you cold?”
Lizzie shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I’m always cold. I should have brought a jacket.”
“Hold on, baby, I think I got something for you.” She watched as the angel pulled his closet doors open, pulled a large clear container out from beneath the hanging clothes, and popped it open. From inside he retrieved a navy comforter, which he brought to the bed and draped around the human’s shoulders. It was soft to the touch, and thick enough to warm her considerably.
“Thanks, babe,” she sighed contentedly. Lizzie scooted over, allowing the prince to take his place on the side of the bed nearest the fan.
It was only after Monty laid beside her and aimed the DVD remote at the screen that he noticed what they were going to watch. “Scream? Classic slasher. Chris says it’s the perfect date night movie.”
“Really?” Lizzie snuggled up to Monty’s side, pleased when he brought his arm around her and pulled her in close. “I’ve never seen it. What makes it the perfect date movie?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It’s actually been a while since I’ve watched it.”
Then he pressed play, and the two lounged in silence as the film commenced.
It didn’t take Lizzie long to see why Chris had made such a claim. The leading girl was laying in bed with her sleazy boyfriend in a heavy makeout scene not twenty minutes in. The human’s cheeks felt hot as she buried her face in Monty’s neck–only to be met with a moist towel and damp hair.
She frowned. “Aren’t you going to dry your hair?”
He shook his head, unbothered. “Nah, the fan will take care of that.”
Lizzie sighed and sat up, patting the mattress space between her spread legs. “C’mon, get over here. I’ll dry it for you.”
The prince sat before her, patient as she piled the ends of her blanket between them so as to prop up his pillow. She took the towel from his shoulders, unfolded it, and waited as the angel leaned back against her, his head resting on her chest.
“You can’t just let the fan dry your hair,” Lizzie chastised him. “You could get sick that way, you know?”
“Uh, Liz? Spirits don’t get sick.”
She paused. “They… Don’t?”
He shook his head. “Nah. But you can dry my hair. It feels nice.”
They continued watching the movie in comfortable silence. Lizzie had Monty’s hair mostly dry within minutes, so he draped the towel over the footboard of the bed before the two returned to their previous snuggling position. Lizzie nuzzled his neck, her thoughts too erratic to pay the film any mind.
I want him.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling away to glance down at her. “Tired?”
Lizzie shook her head and stared into his eyes. Silently pleading with him.
“No. I’m not tired.”
Then she kissed him. It was soft, breathy, and dripping with urgency. Monty’s breath caught as he returned the kiss with a more passionate one. Her hands held his face to hers, and she felt his arms wrap tightly around her, trapping her against his body.
I want more.
Before she knew it, he was on top of her, pinning her against the mattress. Her hands were under his shirt, pulling it up as well as traveling over his chiseled abdomen. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving her a gasping, moaning, shuddering wreck. Lizzie’s heart was pounding in her ears, and she was fixated on his every touch. The way his knees spread her legs, the way his calloused hands ran up her body, the way his lips felt on her throat–and she was especially aware of the distance between their waists… Or the lack thereof.
I need to say it, or I’m going to burst.
“M-Monty?” she gasped.
He pulled back immediately and met her gaze. “Yeah?”
His hair, still mildly damp, was disheveled. He was a little out of breath, his cheeks were strawberry red, and his tattooed arms flexed their muscles as he held himself up and away from her. Giving her space.
All the while, his emerald gaze held hers, filled with sincerity and concern and love.
He looks so beautiful. “I love you.”
Monty’s green eyes widened ever so slightly before relaxing and mirroring the sweet smile that played on his lips. “I love you, too.”
Then the human pulled the angel down into another deep kiss, and the movie was all but forgotten.