Rossweise leaned forward, pressing gently against Leon's chest. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth with a soft, lingering touch, as if savoring the finest delicacy. She felt no rush to deepen the kiss, wanting instead to draw out these precious hours of their long-awaited reunion.
Months of longing for this man had condensed into this single moment of intimate connection, a sensation so overwhelming she could barely contain herself. Mindful of her pregnancy, Leon didn't press down on her but let her rest comfortably on top of him, allowing her fragrance to envelop him completely—a warm, familiar sensation that felt like home.
Leon inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. Rossweise chuckled softly and lifted a hand to playfully pinch his nose.
"My scent... is it pleasant?" she asked, her voice a low murmur.
"It's wonderful," Leon replied without a moment's hesitation.
Though not usually a man of many flowery words, he saw no reason to hide his genuine feelings this time.
"Hmph, haven't you had your fill after all this time?" she teased.
"I could never get enough. I'll always want more," he said, a small, sincere smile touching his lips.
The dragon queen, pleased by his sweet words, felt the elegant tip of her tail give an involuntary, happy flick. No matter how strong or self-sufficient a woman might be, even the Silver Dragon Queen wasn't immune to the charm of heartfelt flirtation.
And Leon wasn't lying. Those words, which might have sounded playful, were spoken from the heart—genuine words meant to bring happiness to the person he loved. He hadn't always been good at such gestures, often assuming that a queen as independent as Rossweise wouldn't care for them. But he had learned that regardless of status or personality, a woman's appreciation for tender words and sincere flattery was as natural as a cat's instinct to scratch.
"Mm~" Rossweise hummed softly, teasing him by shifting her lithe waist slightly against him. Her long, smooth legs tangled around his waist like two seductive serpents, wrapping and unwrapping in a playful dance. The rustling of their clothes filled the quiet room, her intentions clear in every deliberate movement.
"Do you like it?" Rossweise asked, her tone both mischievous and curious as she watched him intently.
Leon, of course, liked it.
But unlike the earlier question about her scent, this one carried a much deeper and more layered meaning. It wasn't just about whether he enjoyed her teasing movements—it could also mean whether he liked her allure, her boldness, or her willingness to push boundaries.
Leon, with his extensive experience in handling the queen's sly tricks, saw through her trap instantly. If he answered too honestly, she would undoubtedly retreat, leaving him yearning and caught in her web.
So he chose to play along.
"I love it, my wife. I absolutely love it," he said with exaggerated sincerity.
"Hmph... If that's the case, then I suppose we'll stop here for today," Rossweise declared, a smirk playing on her lips as she made a move to pull away.
As expected, once she felt she had stirred enough of a reaction from him, she attempted to leave, forcing him to make the next move.
But Leon had anticipated this.
Just as Rossweise shifted to rise, she felt a firm hand press against her rear, holding her in place.
"Take your hand... off my... body," she commanded, her tone firm, though her words faltered slightly.
"Where exactly is my hand, Your Majesty?" Leon asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"You..."
"If you don't specify the exact location, how am I supposed to move it?"
Rossweise flushed crimson, biting her lower lip. She had known Leon would come prepared, but she hadn't expected him to turn the tables on her so quickly in their first round of playful combat.
She tried to feign ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just take your hand off me!"
"Your Majesty, I truly don't understand. My hand isn't even on your 'body.' And what's the difference between your 'body' and your 'rear,' anyway?"
"Dog!" she spat, her frustration evident, though she made no real effort to stop him.
Satisfied with her flustered reaction, Leon suddenly lifted his hand and brought it down in a sharp, playful smack.
Smack!
"Ah!~" Rossweise yelped, half-collapsing against his chest. Her flushed face buried into his shoulder as the sting spread across her skin.
This was familiar—the sound, the sensation, and the satisfaction.
Rossweise, still leaning against him, glared fiercely and twisted his arm in retaliation.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Leon yelped, though his grin only widened.
"Hmph, serves you right. Now take your hand off!"
But instead of retreating, Leon leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
"Do you know what they say back where I'm from, Your Majesty? 'An eye for an eye.'"
"What—AH! My rear!" Rossweise's indignation turned into another sharp cry as Leon cheekily pinched her.
For Leon, this was uncharted territory. Usually, he would stop at a playful smack, but Rossweise's defiance today had emboldened him to push further.
Rossweise, her face still burning, could do little but lean against him, her hand reflexively rubbing the stung spot.
"Leon, please... take your hand off my... my rear. Thank you," she finally managed to say, her voice low but resolute.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Leon replied, finally relenting with a satisfied smile.
"Magnificent," he murmured under his breath, amused by her mix of indignation and exasperation.
Despite the playful battle, the two found themselves without further plans to escalate. So they leaned in and kissed again, the earlier tension dissolving into tenderness.
"Since we're already married, why not kiss when we're bored?" Rossweise teased lightly between kisses, her breath warm against his lips.
For them, what might have seemed like sweet affection to others was often a playful game of one-upmanship—one that kept their relationship lively and endlessly entertaining.
After a while, Rossweise slowly sat up, her lips still glistening from their shared moments. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her flushed face, her gaze soft and lingering on Leon.
"Considering the circumstances, we can only go this far for now," she said with a sly smile.
"I understand," Leon replied, his voice low.
"But are you satisfied with just this?" she pressed, her eyes glinting with challenge.
Leon knew exactly what she meant. Rossweise had many ways to explore their intimacy without relying on conventional means. In the past, she had always been the one to take the lead.
But this time, Leon decided to turn the tables.
As Rossweise raised a questioning brow, surprised by his initiative, her lips curled into a sultry smile.
"You bad man. This will cost you dearly."
"Whatever you want," Leon whispered, his voice thick with promise.
Rossweise leaned closer, her silvery hair falling like a curtain across his face, tickling his skin.
"Reunions like this are rare, my little lion. Don't waste it by rushing things," she murmured, her voice dripping with affection and mischief, a queen fully enjoying her hard-won spoils of war.