Queen

I woke up as the smell of bacon and eggs overtook my senses. I opened my eyes and blinked until I was used to the brightness in the room and I groggily sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," Syn said from the kitchen. I squinted my eyes to look at him and I almost risked it all. Why was it fair for him to look so good this early? His dark sweatpants hung low on his muscular torso and his tank top left his arms and tattoos on full display.

My heart was racing just from looking at him and he raised a brow in my direction. "You sound like you're about to go into cardiac arrest, Queen."

I laughed softly and took my attention away from him as I crawled out of the bed. It was safe to say that I was horny, maybe even beyond that. He still insisted on taking it slow though and it was killing me.

He even slept on the couch so I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night and be afraid of him like he said I had been doing. I was super embarrassed when he told me about it but he assured me that he didn't mind.

I just hoped whatever these nightmares were, they would stop soon. I missed sleeping next to him.

I stretched as I got up from the bed and I looked at him shyly. "Did I wake up last night?" I asked.

"You cried in your sleep," he said slowly.

"Is that all?" I asked. That was pretty mild in comparison to the other things he told me I had done previous nights.

"Well, I tried to comfort you but you freaked out and punched the fuck out of me. Then you cried again because you, in a way, punched yourself."

It was a serious situation but I couldn't help but laugh at his explanation. "Punching me is funny?" He asked with a smile.

"No, but punching myself is."

I walked down the step and towards the door to the restroom when Syn rushed to my side. "Hey."

I looked up at him and clasped my hands together as I smiled. "Hi."

"Go on a date with me."

"Didn't you already ask?" I said as I tried to contain a larger smile.

"That was like four days ago," he said. "I wanted to ask again just in case you changed your mind."

"I haven't changed my mind," I replied lowly.

"Great, then we'll go tonight," he announced.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

"What if someone recognizes us?" I asked uncertainly. We still were in fact on the run, all it took is one call to the police and we'd be done. Xavia couldn't help us this time. We hadn't seen her since last time and we were both a bit worried about her. She was our child after all.

"I have something for that," he said as he walked to the couch. He picked up a couple of bags and held them up.

I walked towards him with my arms crossed and he set the bags down and opened them. "Hair dye?" I asked.

"And contacts," he said. "I went to get them while you were sleeping."

"Ooooh," I said as I looked at all the different colors.

"I didn't know what color you liked, so I got a bunch," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Is that something I knew before?"

"My favorite color?"

"Yes."

"I don't think I ever told you," I replied with a smile. He seems to relax as he nodded and I raised my brow. "You're happy about that?"

"In a way, I like knowing that you're not just giving me a review session of my past life and I'm learning new things about you," he admitted.

I smiled and looked at the colors before looking back up at him. "Burgundy."

"Burgundy is your favorite color?"

"Yes," I said.

He rummaged through the boxes in the bag for a few moments before holding one up in front of me. "This is close, right?"

I beamed up at him and took the box in my hand. "It is. You really want me to dye my precious locks?" I joked.

"No," he said. "I want you to cut them as well."

I took a step away from him and shook my head quickly. "You want me to be bald?!"

"No, just a little trim maybe," he said with a shrug. "Maybe to your shoulders."

I leveled my hands with my hair and shoulders and my mouth dropped. "That's like....1,2,3,4...100 inches of hair, Syn."

"Don't be dramatic," he said dryly. "I'll cut mine too."

"I'll cut my hair if you shave all of yours off," I suggested.

He snickered and shook his head. "I'm not shaving it all off. Just a small trim, Princess."

"Syn, I've never cut my hair," I pouted as I held the top of my head.

"And you don't have to start today," he said sincerely. I smiled and relaxed as he pulled up scissors and held them up. "I'll be the one cutting it."

"Why do you always do that?" I laughed and whined at the same time.

"Do what?"

"You have a habit of giving people hope and like, crushing it within the same breath," I said.

"Oh." He shrugged. "I didn't notice."

"Hmm," I hummed. "Have you ever cut hair?"

"Nope. It can't be that hard though, just..." before I knew what was going on he took a small chunk of my hair between his fingers and cut it. "See? Easy."

My mouth dropped at his actions and I watched as he slowly raised the load of hair he just cut up to my face. My eyes slowly moved back to his and I saw red. I picked up a pillow from the couch and smacked him across the face with it.

He hardly moved when I hit him but he laughed out loud. "Syn. Why. The. Fuck. Would. You. Cut my hair?!" I yelled between hits.

"Relax," he said. "I'll let you cut mine."

"I don't want to cut yours," I said. "I like your hair."

"Princess..." he said cautiously as he took the pillow from my hands. "This isn't about liking it. It's about us hiding our identities," he explained.

I sighed and looked at him momentarily. He was completely right. I loved my hair but there were more important things going on right now. Hopefully, it'd grow back out. If it didn't, I'd strangle Syn.

"Fine," I whispered. "But I get to choose what color you dye yours."

"That's fine," he said.

"Okay," I said as I placed my hands on my hips and looked down at the colors. "I'm not cruel so I'll let you tell me one color you don't want at all."

"Umm," he said as he looked down at the colors. "Anything but green."

"Okay, I choose green for you."

"But you just said-..."

"I know what I said. I lied."

"Wow," he said as he held a hand over his chest. "Here I was thinking you more than loved me."

"I do, but revenge is revenge."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said as he shot me a wink. "Let's eat then go do this."

"Let me brush my teeth first," I said.

"You're one of those people?" Syn asked.

"One of what people?"

"That brush their teeth before breakfast."

"Yes?" I answered hesitantly. "It's the first thing I do when I wake up."

"Hmm, I see."

"What's the hmm for? Am I not supposed to brush my teeth when I wake up?" I asked in amusement.

"You can," he shrugged.

"Syn!" I exclaimed and I walked in front of him. "You're making me so insecure about my morning habits."

"I'm not trying to," he laughed. "I'm just learning more about you."

"What's wrong with brushing your teeth when you wake up?" I asked. "Let me smell your breath."

He looked surprised but he blew his breath in my face and I frowned. "It's minty. So you brushed your teeth, no?"

"When I woke up, yes."

"Then what's the issue?"

"I woke up hours ago and I didn't plan on eating breakfast for hours. You just woke up and are about to eat right now," he said. "So why brush your teeth and eat immediately after when you can wait and brush when you're done."

"Ugh, you have a point in a way," I said as I waved my hand in dismissal. "You win, Syn."

I walked past him to go to the kitchen island but he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. "Why do you call me Syn?"

"What else would I call you?" I questioned with a giggle.

"I don't know, I called you Princess. Is there anything you used to call me?" He asked.

There truly wasn't but this would be a good opportunity to mess with him. I tapped my chin as I pretended to think and I looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh! I called you a nickname," I said in feign shyness.

"What is it?"

"It's embarrassing," I groaned.

"Tell me," he said earnestly. "Please."

"Synny-Pooh," I answered with a sigh.

He waited for me to say something else for a long time and I gave him a confused look. "Are you going to tell me you're joking?"

"I'd have to be joking to say that," I said with a shrug.

"There is no way..." he said.

I pretended to be hurt and backed away from him. "Syn, don't tell me you don't like it. That was our thing-," I made my voice crack and wiped my eyes. "I understand if you don't want me to call you it, but it would mean a lot to me."

"Aww," he said as he studied my solemn features. "You can throw the nickname in the trash along with those acting skills."

I gasped as I closed my eyes and held them over my chest. "Pain, Syn. I felt that one."

"You can do better than, Synny-Pooh."

"I'll come up with something," I said in a determination.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," he said as he stepped towards me.

"What?"

"May I kiss you?" He asked.

Finally...My whole body flamed at the thought of his lips on mine and my breath caught in my throat. He hadn't even touched me and I was going crazy.

I nodded, not being able to find the words to say and he wrapped an arm around my waist. Our lips slowly moved together until I felt his warm breath on my lips. As we got closer, his minty scent filled my senses and I remembered mine.

I immediately pulled away from him and shook my head. "I just woke up. My breath is not it right now."

"As if I couldn't smell it already," he teased.

"Syn," I said slowly. "Don't do me-"

"It's...." He held this finger in the air and squinted his eyes as he pretended to sniff something. After a few seconds, he took a deep inhale and looked down at me. "...pungent."

My mouth dropped and I laughed softly as he looked down at me. "Pungent? That's so disrespectful."

"Your breath is disrespectful."

I laughed again and shook my head. "How are you going to tell me not to brush my teeth then roast my breath?!"

He closed his eyes and turned away from me. "I'm not the one doing the roasting, that's all you, Princess."

I giggled and turned to the restroom. "Good-fucking-bye, Syn."

He grabbed my hand once again and spun me around. My eyes widened as I landed in his chest and he looked down at me as he tilted my head up towards him. He lowered himself down to me and I parted my lips slightly.

When he was an inch away from my face, he grabbed my chin gently and looked into my eyes. "Brush them well, Princess."

He burst out into laughter as his hands dropped and I stood completely jaw dropped at his teasing. I pushed him away and nodded as I pursed my lips in understanding.

"It's all good," I said. "I have something for your rude ass."

"I'm so afraid," he mumbled.

"Just wait and see."

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Author's Note
Syn is ruthless 😭 I would've been sobbing while brushing my teeth in the restroom.

But aww this was cute. I'm sad that Queen is having troubles with sleep but thankfully Syn is being patient with her. 😭
I love him ughhh.
I wonder where he'll take Queen on a date and I wonder what she has planned for him after he did her so dirty🤪
Lmk your thoughts ✨