The clock’s ticking fought off the silence as Arturo checked on his partner. 

It was far from a rare sight to see Felica sat on her bed sulking, a pout on her pretty face and a bandage on whatever body part got injured on the job. Today it was her shoulder that was wrapped up by cotton, whilst her blanket shielded the rest of her torso. 

“So, what did the doctor say?” His hand gently patted her leg as he sat beside her on the bed, seeing her tail poke out from under the covers. 

“She said I had to take time off for the week, in case I open my shoulder up again,” Felica mumbled with a grumpiness one would only ever hear from her when she was banished from doing her job. That again was far from rare, considering the nature of her work. 

He moved his hand to lightly stroke her cheek, feeling her pale skin burn. “Then you better rest up… I’m sorry.” 

Her golden eyes slowly blinked before she shook her head, frown turning into a blissful smile as she leaned into his palm. “Don’t be sorry, my prince. You know I’d do it even if it wasn’t my job.” 

Her words brought a strange mix of feelings. He could defend himself in part now, yet that was a different story back when they met. His type could perhaps be described as ‘those who could kick ass’ but that was only part of why his bodyguard gave him feelings back when he was what one would call completely useless. Those feelings were still difficult to put into speech seeing that adoring look on her face, so he decided to stay silent. 

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He pressed a kiss to her forehead and her tail started wagging. Before he could tease her, her hands gently pushed him back and he shuffled away to let her move. Her hands balled against the sheets as she knelt in front of him. That smile of hers turned shy yet mischievous. “Arty, may I ask for a reward?” 

“Not until your shoulder is better,” he automatically responded, and she whined. 

“Aww come on! I’m not going to open it just by making out!” He gave her the look. The look that spelt ‘I know you weren’t just asking that’, prompting her to huff. “Oh fine, can I have a kiss then?” 

With a quiet chuckle, he tilted her chin up. She met him halfway. 

As they broke off, he anticipated the impending dread as her coy grin greeted him. “Prince, your wings are at it again.” 

“Wha-” His sky blue skin tinted lilac as his butterfly wings continued to flutter, averting his eyes as she started giggling. “I-It’s not funny, stop laughing.” 

“It’s not funny, but it is cute,” she remarked, holding his face and guiding his attention back to her. Pressing another kiss to his lips, she whispered as she pulled away. “Actually I’m hungry, can you get me some cake? I’ll share it with you.” 

He rolled his eyes, however his wings continued to vibrate. “Sure, want me to feed you?” 

“If you’re offering,” she chimed, a cheeky smirk on her face as she watched him get up. “Thanks, love you Arty!”

He made a point to block his own face from her view as he knew that stupid smile was fighting to appear. “Yeah yeah, love you too.”