In the Moment

Chapter 1

(Y/n) stood still leaning against the balcony, gazing across the sea of people that littered Sindria's streets. Cheers and laughter could be heard among them, as a sense of unbridled happiness lingered in the air. After what happened in Magnostadt, a celebration was definitely due for its citizens, and for the whole world really.

It was truly a grueling battle, and victory had not come easy. It required dungeon capturers from all over the world to team up and cooperate with one another, a feat she had not thought possible considering they had been battling with each other mere moments before. But to her surprise, they set aside their grudges and worked together. Only then were they able to defeat the medium, and send it back to the world from whence it came.

As one of the capturers that partook in the battle, she was one of the heroes that helped saved the face of the earth. But at the moment, she did not feel like one. Troubling thoughts plagued her mind.

It was true that they had won in the end, but not without repercussions. Many had lost their lives to the dark Djinns, a thought not so easily forgotten.

She balled her hands into tight fists. Al-Thamen… Just the name of that cursed organization sent her into a seething rage. All the horrible things they had done, not just to this world but others as well. They needed to be stopped before this world fell like the one before it.

She had planned on finishing the majority of them at Magnostadt, but then the Medium appeared which was an absolute shock. She had not expected it to be summoned so soon, but it had to be dealt with immediately, or the world really would have suffered. And in the middle of the battle when everyone was busy dealing with it, those who were involved with Al-Thamen disappeared.

She slammed her fist against the banister, frustration overtaking her senses. "Damn!" She had spent months tracking their movements and now she had to start all over again. Who knows if she'd be able to find them again. That fight might have been her one and only chance to rid the world of the plague that was Al-Thamen and to think that she missed the opportunity angered her greatly.

"My king, do not worry," Zorros, one of her Djinn who sensed her frustrations chimed from the sword he resided in. "They might have escaped but we along with the rest of the Dungeon Captors dealt them a serious blow, both physically and emotionally."

"But at what cost!" She snarled gripping the sword's hilt painfully. "At what cost..," her voice trailed off, thinking of Hakuryu and everyone else that had been lost.

Silence fell over Zorros at the thought of the black haired boy. That day, they had not only lost a valuable comrade, but also a dear friend.

"Darling…" another one of her Djinn, Para, spoke up. "There's nothing we could have done to change what happened," she tried to assure her master. "He was too far gone to be brought back to our side."

(Y/n)'s eyes narrowed. "You don't know that… I should have at least tried to convince him!" She seethed.

"My king, the choice the boy made to turn his back on us was of his own accord. I doubt anything would have changed his mind," Zorros piped up again. "At least not while Judal was there with him."

She could hear Para hum in agreement.

(Y/n) rested her head in her hands, relieving her body of a deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding in. As much as it pained her to say it, they were right… Judal was a force to be reckoned with, especially in a fight and there was no doubt he had to do something with Hakuryu's betrayal. As long as he was there, there was no way to bring Hakuryu back to their side.

The image of the two floating in the sky above came to mind. At the time Hakuryu's eyes looked so… Dead. He even looked at Morg with indifference… Hadn't he confessed to wanting her as his wife mere months ago before he returned to the Kou empire? What exactly happened to him?

The whole thing just stressed her out to no end and made her blood pressure shoot sky high.

Around her neck, she could feel her healing Djinn Velion pulsate with a cool and soothing sensation trying to calm her raging heart. It was slowly working, as she could feel her erratic pulse return to normal. She had four Djinn in total, but at some point aimed to acquire more. If she wanted to defeat Al-Thamen, it was made apparent by the battle she would need more power.

"Thanks, Velion…"

"All this hatred isn't good for your body, Mistress. It's making your heart go haywire."

(Y/n) quietly chuckled. "I am aware… But I can't rid myself of it yet… Not until I topple that damned organization once and for all."

"Darling, I doubt that was the last time we'll see them. It wasn't the first and it sure as hell won't be the last, and we will exterminate them like the bugs they are."

"You can count on it. I will stop them from doing what they did to Solomon's empire." (Y/n) firmly nodded in agreement.

As she stood there in silence, the sound of ruffling clothing grew from behind her accompanied with the light jangle of jewelry. She felt the space next to her suddenly grow warmer, the banister she leaned against creaking loudly, meaning someone had decided to prop themselves against it. It was obvious she was no longer alone on the Balcony.

Her lips curved up into a small smile as she realized who it was that now stood next to her. She needed not look at the new presence to know who it was. There was only one person she knew who could fill the air with authority and Greatness.

"Hello, Sinbad." She turned her head to the side, meeting warm and powerful Golden eyes hidden under Purple bangs. "Come to enjoy the view? Or perhaps you wish to seek temporary solitude from this evening's festivities?" She inquired playfully to Sindria's ruler.

Sinbad, with his back resting on the wooden plank lowly chuckled amused at her playfulness, taking it as an invitation to move closer. With one graceful step, he stood next to her, his extravagant jewelry jiggling as it shone even more beautifully than normal against the moonlight. Their arms were practically touching. She could feel the heat radiating off of his skin which she was more than happy to acquire. It might have been in the middle of summer in Sindria, but It was downright chilly at night, especially when she wore such thin fabric.

"I can't decide between the two, but the view definitely is very enticing," he smirked glancing at her unique apparel. "That makes you look like quite the vixen."

(Y/n) just snorted and rolled her eyes at the lecherous man. "This is what happens when your maids catch me." She motioned to her (f/c) belly dancer like outfit before turning her head and looking out at the drunken crowds. "I can't believe they always assume I'm an entertainer of sorts. Just between you and me, I think they use it as an excuse to dress me up like some doll."

Sinbad shrugged. "That would not surprise me. You are one hell of a looker."

(Y/n) snickered at his compliment, sarcastically gasping. "Thank you for saying so your Majesty. I'm so honored that you approve." She mockingly drawled, backing away from the banister and pretended to curtsy humbly.

Sinbad's smile faltered for a moment at the mention of his title. "I've told you not to call me that. It makes me feel… Old."

She gave him a toothy grin before returning to her spot, "Whatever you say, old man."

Sinbad quietly groaned at her retort. She always did know how to push what few buttons he had, and she loved doing so. "Whatever the case, Remind me to thank them later." Sinbad turned himself forward and leaned against the banister in the same manner (Y/n) was, staring up at the stars.

To say that night was beautiful would be an understatement. It would be best described as being surreal. The moon was quite full, beaming down and highlighting and revealing all that would normally be consumed by shadow in this dreary world. Countless stars littered the sky, each one sparkling like a beautiful precious gemstone.

It was times like this she was happy to be alive. To be able to witness such a breathtaking sight along with one of her most trusted friends and ally, a stilled silence between them that she was more than comfortable with. She opted to remain quiet, afraid speaking would tarnish it. At that moment it was just him and her, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Such pleasantness was a rarity with her nomad-like lifestyle. She didn't like staying in one place for long. So for the time being, she happily took advantage of it. Who knows when she would experience such a luxury again.

"(Y/n)," Sinbad spoke up breaking the silence. He shifted, one hand resting on the wooden plank while the other held up his head, his attention moving to the woman beside him. "Why do you insist on going through this alone?" Sindrian King turned to her assaulting her with one of his charming smiles, eyes filled with a degree of warmth and concern. "You don't have to do this all by yourself, you know." He reached forward, allowing him to gently wrap his hand around her own. "You have those who are willing to help."

(Y/n)'s eyes shone in gratitude and Sinbad grinned as she smiled at him, "I know, but I cannot accept it." She refused his offer, withdrawing her hand from his.

A brief flash of pain passed through Sinbad's gaze, his lips tugged downward into a frown.

"This is something I must do on my own." She turned away from him refusing to look back knowing that she would melt in the palm of his hands if she saw his face at that moment. "You know this…" Gathering herself, she took a deep breath before gracefully gliding across the floor into her via Temporary chambers, coming to rest on the large queen sized bed that sat up against one of the walls.

During which Sinbad's eyes never left her figure as she headed indoors. They glued themselves to her, watching her as her hips swayed from side to side enticingly with her (h/l) hair flowing behind her. His golden eyes darkened for a moment, ill-minded notions interrupting his thought process. The purple headed man shook his head ridding himself of them, before letting out a frustrated huff and following suit. He strode inside, holding his head high like the king he was, spotting a chair next to the bed and placing his behind firmly in it. "I am aware, but still I can't help but be concerned. Surely all this wrath is bad for your health."

"He's right you know. Your body is barely holding together." Velion noted in agreement with the King.

'Shut up Velion. Not helping.' She warned the Djinn.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal or even a good night's rest?" Sinbad folded his hands together awaiting an answer.

"I-" She paused, taking his concern into consideration. When had she? It had been a while, that much she was sure of, but she wouldn't disclose this information to him. She idly drew her attention in his direction, meeting his burning gaze. "It's of no consequence… So what if I'm not sleeping or eating like I should?" She stared at him her gaze unwavering.

Sinbad gazed at the young woman who sat directly in front of him, concern flossing his eyes. "You should. It's not healthy at all."

A faint flash of annoyance passed through her psyche. She didn't like being nagged. "I don't see how that's of your concern."

Sinbad's narrowed his eyes at the woman before him. "I'm making it my concern."

He abruptly stood up from his seat, nearly knocking it over in the process, before hastily walking over and harshly pushing her down on the bed. Her backside roughly landed on the soft blanket, causing the bed to squeak. He rested his hands on either side of her head and placed a knee between her legs. (Y/n) blinked, a look consisting entirely of shock enveloping her features. She gazed up at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth, the man hovering over her steely gazing down at her as he pinned her to the soft pillowy surface.

"Oh my, Darling. It would seem you've gone and got yourself trapped. Not that I'm complaining… I don't have any problem being stuck underneath a man like him." Para spoke with such enthusiasm, (Y/n) could just picture the bedroom eyes she was giving Sinbad. She internal snorted at the humorous thought, before returning to reality.

Needless to say, she was stunned, absolutely and utterly stunned. Completely speechless due to the situation. Here she was, laying on the bed her arms pinned to her sides caged underneath a man whom she was certain was drunk. Maybe then that would explain his strange behavior. Sinbad was not a violent man. He'd only ever used force when he thought it was necessary for a situation. She sure as hell didn't expect him to use it now.

While in her dazed state, incoherent sentences ran rampant through her thoughts unable to form a single sensible thought, which was more than apparent when she tried to speak and it only came out in tongues. "Sinbad Who-wha…"

"Don't take me for a fool (Y/n)" Sinbad finally spoke, a harshness in a tone voice sending shivers down her spine. He was mad. "I know more than anyone just how taxing such a thing can be."

(Y/n) stared up at Sinbad absolutely speechless. Her eyes went round and her mouth further agape as she tried to make light of her erratic thoughts. "Sinbad…"

"Mistress, your heart beat is too erratic. You must calm down." Velion told to her with seriousness.

'I would but I'm slightly preoccupied!'

"Yes, Velion darling. Can't you see the hunk of a man above her? By the way, you should kiss him, Dear."

'PARA!?'

"What? It's the perfect opportunity!" She eagerly suggested. "I sure as hell would."

'Well I'm not you so, please… DROP IT.'

Sinbad stared down at her, his gaze unwavering. "You hardly sleep, barely eat, and you lose your sanity little by little. I've been in your shoes. If you continue going on the way you are now, you will bring harm to yourself." His gaze on her softened as he went on, his eyes shining with a hint of sadness. "So please… Allow us, allow Me, to help you."

"Aw, he's worried about you. He liiiiikes you." Para teased.

She blinked at him ignoring the chanting djinn, her cheeks quickly increasing in color while her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. She was absolutely overwhelmed by his intensity, her words coming out in stutters. "B-But… I.. I'm not-"

"Yes you are." He cut her off, making her freeze as he pressed his forehead against hers, his jewelry clinking lightly as it rested on her chest. "Don't doubt that for even a second."

She desperately searches the recesses of his eyes for any signs of falseness in what he had just said but found none. His golden eyes stood resolute, without hesitation, never leaving hers even for a moment. He had spoken only the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

"You've always been part of us. Ever since the day I met you all those years ago," he said fondly.

"He's thought of us as an ally for that long… Incredible." Zorros said, surprised.

She was taken back. "The day we first met…" (Y/n) quietly repeated, her thoughts traveling back to the distant memory.

It was a chance meeting, one most would not think twice about. She had just turned 13 and had captured her first dungeon, and obtained her first Djinn, Zorros. Shortly afterward, a 15-year-old Sinbad had arrived in hopes to capture it himself but was sorely disappointed to find a young girl had beaten him to it. Needless to say, a fight broke out between the two adolescents and somehow, she had come out on top, that was the first and last time that they'd fought each other. It was also the first time he asked her to become one of his comrades, which of course she denied before she took her dungeon winnings and left. She was a neutral party and wanted to remain as such. Little did she know that this would turn into over a decade-long game of cat and mouse.

After that day no matter where she went or what she did, she always seemed to run into him, and would find herself helping him with something. Afterward, he'd ask her to join his growing party, to which she'd always reply with a 'no'. She eventually just got into the habit of avoiding him, and because of it got really good at being able to sneak around, what little good it did her. For fourteen years she declined his offers, until a couple years ago when they bumped into each other once again in Balbadd. It was at that point she gave up.

She told him that she'd consider it, and about a year or so later she came to him in Sindria to work out a compromise. She refused to become a full Citizen of Sindria. It would restrain her movement too much and would make it nearly impossible to travel like she wished. The Kou empire would certainly not appreciate it if they had a Sindrian snooping around in their borders. They disliked her enough already. So they agreed that she'd only be an 'ally' to Sindria.

"You still remember that?" She asked, surprise lacing her voice.

He smiled at her brightly. "Of course. You bested me in combat, and I can count those who have on my fingers."

"I… I still remember that day…" She quietly said, her thoughts still in the past. "Hard to believe how much time has passed since I kicked your butt." She remarked with a smirk.

Sinbad smiled amusingly at her response, slowly lifting himself up, "Indeed, but I doubt that the outcome would be the same."

She cocked an eyebrow. "We should test that theory."

He nodded firmly. "I agree." He gently cupped one of her cheeks looking upon her with fondness. "I'm glad you stole that Dungeon from me, otherwise I wouldn't have ever met you."

(Y/n) stared at the man that loomed above her with warmth and fondness, unaware of how flushed her cheeks had become by his little comment. She blinked, before hesitantly moving her own hands to the sides of his face, holding it gingerly. The purple haired man sat utterly still in her hold slowly blinking, gazing at her as she gently rubbed her thumb against his skin.

"(Y/n)." The Kings voiced sounded slightly strained, almost pleading. "Please, for your sake and as well as mine, let me help you shoulder this burden." His eyes continued to bore into hers, revealing the overflowing amount of fondness he held for her.

(Y/n)'s eyes flickered behind him due to a brief flash of movement. A mixture of Pink and white Rukh Swarmed around them in great amounts. She'd remembered seeing pink Rukh fluttering around Hakuryu whenever he spoke to Morg.

"My king, it would seem that the Rukh are being drawn to you two," Zorros pointed out.

'It would seem so. It's absolutely miraculous.' She couldn't stop herself from thinking. She felt her lips twitch up awkwardly into a small smile. Her eyes returned to the man above her, A warmth spreading through her as she understood what the appearance of the Rukh meant.

This man was far too good a person for her and this dying world.

She stared back, thoughts racing through her head, while her lips turned further upward into a lovely smile. "Alright, Sinbad," she responded, gently kissing him on the forehead. "I'll accept your help."

Sinbad's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing at her actions.

"Besides, you'd be so lost without me," she teased, winking at him.

Sinbad clicked his tongue at her statement. "I've managed to function in the years you were gone, just fine."

(Y/n) Laughed wholeheartedly. "Ja'far would say otherwise."

He snorted. "Whatever," he lightly kissed her forehead back, lifting himself off of her. "But I am enough of a man to admit that it Sindria isn't the same when you're not here, almost like it's missing something."

She sat up and beamed at him, arching an eyebrow. "So… Basically, you missed me?"

Sinbad gazed at her silently, his ponytail swaying up and down as he nodded. "Did you miss me too?" He asked with a definite note of cockiness in his voice.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled herself to his chest. "You're an idiot, but yes I missed you. You and everyone else in this country."

Sinbad gently wound his arms around her frame, squeezing her body back. "You're always welcome here." He told her, pulling away and cupping her cheeks.

She warmly grinned at him, placing her hands over his, slowly turning her head and kissing his palm. Secretly she was surprised did such a thing, but didn't regret it, as her heart beat quickly in her chest. "I never was able to stay away from you long, even if I tried to be," She recalled. "You always found me, one way or another. I could have sworn you were stalking me."

"I swear it was all coincidence." He tried to explain in his defense.

"Don't worry. I don't doubt it was."

Sinbad's bright expression dulled As a thought ran through his mind. "Are you going to leave again?"

(Y/n) gazed at him hesitantly, silently nodding at his question. "Yes. I still need more power if I hope to have any chance of defeating Al-Thamen once in for all."

Sinbad's lips turned downward into a frown. "When?"

"In the next couple days probably."

"Will you return (y/n)?" He inquired.

"I always come back, don't I?" She chuckled. "And if I don't, you can always come and find me."

Sinbad dryly laughed. "Yeah I guess… Do you have any idea when you might be back?" He pressed onward.

She shook her head, unknowingly. "I cannot say exactly. I guess when I gain enough power, or whenever I feel like coming back."

Something painful flashed through Sinbad's expression as he plunged into his inner thoughts. "If that's the case…" He hesitantly looked up at her, an unrecognizable gleam in his eye.

At his change of expression, her stomach was filled with the unmistakable sensation of butterflies, a feeling of unease pooling in the pit of her stomach. Why did she suddenly feel so nervous? She almost never got nervous. Something was about to happen, something most likely she would not expect.

And something unexpected it was indeed.

Before she could react, his lips reached hers and enveloped them. Shocked beyond all reason, (Y/n) could only stare wide-eyed at the close proximity of the face that belonged to the Sindrian King. Her inner mind was completely thrown off by the sudden gesture, all thoughts were gone within the blink of an eye.

Waves of heat exploded through her body when the realization finally struck a chord in the jumbled mess that she called her brain. He kissed her, hell he was still kissing her. She'd secretly always wondered what it'd be like to kiss the King of Sindria. And now she knew:

It wasn't anything like she expected.

She'd always imagined it would be intense with an overwhelming amount of passion, that he would dominate her lips much like the Alpha male he was. It wasn't like that at all. His kisses were soft and gentle, his silky lips softly caressing her own, and he wasn't overly rough or forceful as he gingerly held her face with his hands. Through these actions, his emotions flowed freely into her. She could understand what he felt for her, his feelings, his emotions, his fondness for her and that he was asking her to accept them.

She didn't bother debating about whether or not she should return them by kissing back, the answer in her heart rang loud and clear. She loved him as he loved her.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she pressed her own pair of lips greedily back with an aggression she never knew she could wield. Something had flared to life within her, a hot flame that she had thought dormant for the longest time.

Her eagerness must have surprised him, as she felt his lips briefly fall out of sync, but he quickly recaptured her lips once again. She assumed he was more than happy with her response when a predator like a growl came from Sinbad's throat accompanied by an aggressive kiss that rivaled her own.

Suddenly his hands dropped from her face, and he grabbed her and pulled her forward into his waiting embrace, his lower body pressed against her most sensitive part while she straddled his lap. His arms slipped down around her waist and grasped onto it like his life depended on it. She didn't waste the chance to place her hands on his broad shoulders, hoping to gain some leverage.

All rational thoughts were gone at this point. Her mind was nothing but a jumbled hazy mess that could only focus on his lips moving against hers, nipping at them while his tongue ran along her bottom lip, requesting to take it a step further.

Meanwhile, his hand found her bottom and a gasp was ripped from her throat when he suddenly landed his large hand on it with such speed and force it left her senses blurry for a moment.

When her mouth opened involuntarily, he didn't waste the opportunity to dip his tongue into her mouth, twirling it with hers and taking full control of her senses. He let out a low growl as he deepened the kiss, his fingers trailing up and down her exposed stomach.

A whimper of excitement left her lips as her thoughts became that much more hazed and she moved closer to him.

It was at this point she needed to take a breath. As much as she didn't want to, she tore her lips away from his, her lungs screaming at her for air.

'Damn you Oxygen!'

A groan left his lips when she broke the kiss, immediately leaving a hot trail of kisses on her jaw and neck, his golden eyes reflecting his dissatisfaction with her action. He paid particular interest to a spot that had made her body quiver when his lips brushed against it.

"(Y/n)..." Sinbad practically purred.

She felt herself shudder at the way he pronounced her name. Never before had she known someone could make her name sound so... desirable. She could only take gasping breaths. The hidden place between her thighs cried out for something she'd only ever heard about and never seen.

Her glazed over eyes met with his, staring into his golden orbs with unbridled fervor. A look she'd never seen before graced Sinbad's features. A look that could only be described as pure and utter sex. He was looking upon her, with sex on his mind, and when his gaze traveled down her heated body, to her barely covered cleavage, and her straddling lower body, it locked her in place and made the heat pooling in her stomach grow immeasurably.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought her lips back to his. The two pairs of mouth brushed and collided against one another fighting for dominance. She growled and moaned as she pushed her body flushed against his, allowing her to feel his straining muscles under his clothes.

Never in her life had she felt in such a primal state, so feral and animalistic. The attraction she felt towards him was so brutal that it made her want to crawl all over him until there was no feeling left in her body.

She whimpered as he suddenly wrenched his lips from hers, his warm breath fanning across her skin. "(Y/n)..." Sinbad growled like a wild beast in the crook of her neck, bringing his lips to the exposed flesh. "I want you…"

"Ah," a soft moan slipped past her swollen lips. Her face immediately flushed at the sound she had just produced and tried to cover her mouth but was stopped when Sinbad grabbed her hand with his own.

"You should not muffle such a beautiful sound." He told her earnestly, her body shivering when his heated breath touched her skin as his mouth trailed down her shoulder blade.

"S-Sinbad…" she moaned rather provocatively when he hit one of her sweet spots.

Snapped. Something in Sinbad just snapped when she said his name. His hold around her tightened like a vice as he ravaged her neck and shoulders with his mouth, leaving hickeys and light bite marks all over them.

She couldn't breathe, her body quivered uncontrollably in his current hold. That was when she felt the rather prominent bulge in his robes against her dampening fabric-clad sex. She groaned in pleasure unable to contain the arousal that swept through her body.

His hands still on her butt, and his lips left her neck when he pulled back and looked her straight in the eye. Hers were hooded over with arousal, and his with so much hunger that made everything female within her scream in victory that Sinbad wanted her as much as much she wanted him.

Before she knew what was happening, her body started moving on its own. Her lower body started grinding against his, making him growl again, her hands fisting the white and purple material that laid on his back with the pressure building in her lower abdomen. She found her body grinding against his again, provoking another groan from both participants, in hopes that he would understand what she wanted from him currently.

A split-second later she was pinned to the bed, on her back, his strong muscular body between her legs, his now obvious hard-on rubbing her swollen sex through the thin fabrics. Blimps of pure pleasure appeared in her vision and she started to moan uncontrollably when his lips captured hers again and the moans with it.

"Oh god. Sinbad…" She gasped loudly.

His hands were on her breasts seconds later, massaging them through the cloth. She abruptly was filled with the need to rid herself of the elaborate outfit and let him put his large callused hands on her exposed breasts.

He was shoving the bulge in his robes against her fabric-clad sex, kissing her all the while, when suddenly her abdomen clenched painfully. She gasped, his lips leaving hers to trail kisses along her jaw and neck again, and his hands gently slid under the material and began kneading her bosoms, the clenching intensified to a certain point where she was nothing but an incoherent mess of nothing but lust and passion. Her hands gripped his back, and when he growled against her neck, everything broke and she became limp.

The orgasm ripped her in two, making her sex swell and even wetter than before. Never had she ever felt something so intense, so amazing. It made her wonder why she'd never done something like this in the first place.

When Sinbad's head rose from her neck, he smirked at her, his ego clearly at an all time high. "Done so soon? We've only just started."

"What do you expect?" She said dryly with a bit of blush dusting her cheeks. "I've never done anything like this before…"

"Really?" He said skeptically, arching an eyebrow and giving her a super-sexy grin that made her stomach do a series of flips.

"Y-Yes!" She snapped defensively. "I still have my innocence intact thank you very much!"

Sinbad's grin disappeared within the blink of an eye and left him blinking at her in disbelief. "You're still a virgin?" He stated as a matter of fact.

She narrowed her eye at him, somewhat angered by his words. "Of course I am, idiot! I don't make a habit of sleeping around unlike some people!"

Sinbad winced at the mention of his lewd hobby. He seemed to be taken back, his eyes cast downward. "Sorry (Y/n). I had no idea."

"Well… It's not something I like to advertise about myself…" She mumbled out, looking away ashamed. "It's pretty embarrassing..."

Sinbad shook his head disagreeing with her statement. "No. I don't think so anyways. It's more impressive than anything. I mean how the hell did you manage to fight off suitors for all these years?"

(Y/n) shrugged. "I just did. I refused to give it to a man who I think didn't deserve it."

He smiled at her lovingly, "Does that mean you think I deserve it?"

She snorted, "I wouldn't be here lying beneath you if I didn't. Speaking of which," she pointed to the apparent bulge that was still present between his legs. "Shouldn't we take care of Sinbad junior?"

His eyes widened at her request. "Only if you want to continue, if you don't then I'm sure I could find someone else who'd be happy to." He told her with a completely straight face.

(Y/n)'s jaw just dropped, a painful jab going through her heart. Had he really just said that? Even after what had just happened?! Wasn't it obvious that she loved him?!

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she beat them back. "Get off." She said lowly barely at an audible level.

Sinbad blinked at her. "Sorry, you'll have to speak up."

"I SAID GET OFF ME!" She screamed at him, shoving him off of her AND the bed.

He landed on his butt with a loud thump, looking bewildered at the enraged female that sat before him. "What the hell?"

"Don't you 'what the hell' me you asshole! You insensitive prick!" She glared at him with utter hatred.

He merely stared at her silent, his beautiful golden eyes reflecting his confusion.

She spoke to him on the edge of tears, her voice lined with hurt. "I just basically told you I love you, and that's how you respond?! Say you're going to go f*ck some slut!"

"(Y/n) I was-"

"How would you react if I said that I was going to go bang someone else?! Huh?!"

A flash a darkness went through Sinbad's eyes, "No way in hell. You are mine." He said possessively.

She leaned down and grabbed his shirt, bringing him to eye level. "Exactly, and I'll be damned if I let another hussie get her claws in you. I'm warning you now, Sinbad. Your womanizing days are over."

Sinbad smirked at her sudden aggression. "I was only joking but damn… I like this version of you," he said before drawing his lips to hers in an instant. "Makes me want to try all sorts of things with you."

She smirked back at him. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"