In the middle of nowhere

Asha

I gasp softly as Auren lets go of my hand. They drop to my knees, holding them for support.

   "I think I've died nine times this evening," I gasp breathlessly. "What a wonderful day," I continue sarcastically.

    "We have to leave this area. Trust me, once the others notice we're gone, they'd stop at nothing to find us," he grunts.

   "I'm tired. I can't continue moving," I let go of my knees, and drop to the ground.

    "What? You're tired already?" He stoops to my level, "You can't afford to be tired until we've left this place."

    "What else can I do?" I hiss at him, "We've been walking for three hours," I drawl, "Isn't it natural for me to get tired?" I furrow my brows.

   He places his hands on his hips, pressing his lips into a thin line.

  After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up, "Alright, we can rest for the rest of the night; we just need to find a—"

    "Look!" I point to a small cabin not too far from where we're rooted, "It's a cabin!"

  A rush of dopamine hits me at once, washing my tiredness away, "Ah! Everything's working perfectly!" I take a step forward, ready to take off, but Auren grabs my hand.

  "Hold on, cupcake. We have to be careful, alright? We don't know for sure if that's a trap," he hums.

  I groan, holding my pounding head, "It's in the middle of nowhere, who could possibly set a trap here?" I fold my arms across my chest.

    He grabs my wrist, pulling me along with him, "Let me confirm how safe it is, before we crash there."

    I sigh deeply, trying to calm my vibrating body, "What a pain. Ugh, I can't believe I have to be tied with you."

  "It's not as if I'm happy to have you around either, but that doesn't mean I won't take care  of you properly," he grunts.

   My chest tightens at his words, a soft, feathery like feeling blooms at the bottom of my stomach.

   What's he trying to prove with his words?

  "You're such a dickhead," I mutter under my breath, hoping that stupid fluttery feeling will disappear.

   Soon, we arrive at the place, and Auren immediately starts scouting out the environment.

  "No sign of persons around," he holds his chin deliberatively, "Neither can I find any recent traces of anyone around."

   He flicks the edge of the door with his fingertip, "Hmm, dust. This place seems abandoned," he moves to the tiny window and peeks inside.

  "Yup, it is abandoned. Lucky for us then," he turns to me.

   "Can we go in now?" I roll my eyes at him.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm just trying to protect your twenty two year old ass that has never had a kiss," a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

    "You bastard!" I gasp.

  "How the fuck are we supposed to get past this lock?" He scoffs, looking around.

   My eyes fall on a small rock, "We can break it," I grab the rock and hand it to him.

   With a few tries, he finally breaks it, and opens the door, "Whoever you are, forgive us for breaking in just because our little sweetheart couldn't walk anymore," his smirk widens, and he goes inside.

    "Butthole," I mumble, walking in after him.

  "Ugh, what a terrible way to spend the night," he plops on the ground, "I will make sure to kill Rheagar for this," he holds his hair.

    I walk further into the small living room. The furniture is still in place, save for the barrels of dust sitting pretty on it, everything looks okay.

   "Wow, this place must have been abandoned for a very long time," I shake my head.

   "Haa."

   "Let's clean this place a bit if we want to sleep here," I go to him, and take a hold of his wrist.

  He grumbles something under his breath and stands up, "They should have a room, I assume," he walks further into the room till he reaches a door.

  "See? There's a small bedroom in here," he looks at me over his shoulder.

  I pad across the room to meet him, "Oh," I brush past him into the room, "Haa, there's no bed," I place a hand on my hip, puffing my right cheek.

     "Hmm," he hums, walking towards the corner of the room.

   "There should be at least something," I look around, looking for anything, anything at all that's better than me sleeping on this dusty floor.

    "Here's a mat," he walks back to me, spreading it in on the floor.

   "Dusty as hell," I whistle, blowing off dust from the edge.

   "Uhh Asha?"

  I turn to him, "Yes?"

"Don't freak out, but my wolf..." he scratches the back of his neck, "has magic."

   My eyes widen, "Whoa."

  He shoves his hands into his pockets, his eyes avoiding mine, "Since he's no longer in me, you're the one who now controls his magic."

    My jaw drops lower than my pelvis, "That's so much to take in," I hold my head.

  "Listen, we can clean up this place with the help of my wolf's magic," he exhales, "unless you are ready to do some cleaning yourself."

   I grit my teeth, "What should I do? How should I do it?" 

"Snap your fingers and say what you want to happen in your head," he says.

  'This room should be as clean as a freshly polished mirror.'

  I follow that with a quick snap of my fingers.

  The room immediately begins to sparkle. I stoop down to flick the floor, and sure enough there's not a single speck of dust.

  "Whoa! This is insane!" I shriek.

'Let this room be lit up this instant.'

  I snap again.

The broken bulb lights up at my command, giving the room a soft glow.

   "Fucking hell! This is wonderful!" I clap my hands in excitement, "Your wolf isn't so bad after all. With this magic, I could do anything! No wonder you're the king of the underworld!" I laugh out loud.

   "Ah, shut up," he falls on his back on the mat, "You wanted to rest, now shut up, and sleep. We still have to get out of here early tomorrow morning," his voice turns hoarse.

    "You're right," I lie beside him, my eyes on the ceiling.

  'Lights turn off!'

  The bulb goes off.

  "Wow," I place my hands on my stomach.

  "Goodnight," he mumbles.

  "Yeah, goodnight," I whisper, closing my eyes.

  'Fuck, she's so close, I can feel her warmth.'

  My eyes snap open.

   'Why's she so tiny? I can literally engulf her in one embrace— no shut it, stop thinking like this.'

    What's with his chaotic train of thoughts? How am I ever going to fall asleep like this?

    'I'm cold.'

'Hm, if I only she'd let me cuddle—'

  I jerk up from my lying position, alarmed, "You pervert!"