Start a Fire
A/N: This is a Xanxus Vongola/Zelmira Pasolini (OC) fic. I've used the song 'Start a Fire' by Ryan Star as the inspiration/prompt and thought it very appropriate as I was listening to it earlier. This fic is probably not gonna be any longer than three or so chapters (because the song is quite long, so I'll be splitting it up. I may, or may not, do extra chapters with a different song and there may be an epilogue but idk at this point). Anyway, enjoy!
A/N 2: I forgot to mention, for the purposes of this fic, I've aged up Xanxus and my OC because 'age of consent' and drinking laws etc.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KHR OR 'START A FIRE'…I ONLY OWN ZELMIRA AND THE LAPTOP ON WHICH THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN.
Pairing: Xanxus/Zelmira (OC)
Rating: M
Ages:
Xanxus: 22
Zelmira: 20
SAFKHR
Chapter One
I remember when you said your father's asleep
I remember swimming as our clothes drifted off to sea.
"My father's asleep, why don't you come over? We could go swimming." She whispered through the phone; the man on the other end chuckled huskily.
"Sounds like a nice idea." His voice sending shivers down her spine.
Hours later their clothes drifted out to sea, as the pair snogged heavily, skinny dipping and hands roaming over each other's bodies, gasps of pleasure and throaty moans eliciting from the duo every few minutes. She gave a gasp as he sheathed himself within her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved them towards the rocky shore where he proceeded to bring them both pleasure, indulging in the 'sins of the flesh'.
So wake up, wake up dreaming,
And lie here with me,
So wake up, wake up dreaming,
And lie here with me.
The next morning, the young woman woke with a moan as her body ached in places she didn't know could ache. Sighing dreamily, she moved to get out of bed only to pause as she realised there was an arm around her waist and a hand cupping one of her breasts.
"Forget I was here?" her lover asked roughly, chuckling.
"Xan? I thought you'd gone home at some point last night; that's what you usually do given my father's bad habit of coming in early in the morning to say good morning." She replied, voice husky with sleep and desire.
"Your father left early for a meeting." He replied, amused.
"What did you do, Xanxus?"
"Not my doing. Shitty shark organised meeting with Nono who agreed. Business, little principessa."
"Sure it is. You've known my father wanted to make an alliance with Nono for months. It's just a bonus that I happen to be a Sky as well." She sighed, rolling over to stare into Xanxus' scarlet eyes; they were such a lovely deep red in her opinion.
"Hm. Let's have some more fun." He grunted, not willing to talk about his so-called 'father'; the man was old and still unwilling to step down as Vongola Don. It was luck on his part that this lovely little imp had snagged his attention before he found out he was actually adopted, so instead of going on a rampage like he had wanted, Zelmira had managed to tame his rage and soothe his pain at the perceived betrayal by Nono. Don Pasolini, her father, had kept her existence a secret from most of the Mafia as she grew up but he was Varia, and commander to boot, so as a teen prone to sneaking out, she was bound to be discovered sooner than later; he was grateful that he'd been the one to bump into her that summer day. Internally shaking off the thoughts, he turned his attention back to the petite brunette woman in his arms and smirked at her, noticing as a shiver ripped through her and her eyes darkened with lust.
"Want you." He growled, fingers already moving; tracing her curves as he planted a smouldering kiss on her lips.
Here we go,
Just lose control and let your body give in,
To the beat,
Of your heart as my hand touches your skin,
Is this love
Or,
Just sexual desire,
We're gonna start a fire
A/N: This is my first ever KHR fic, so PLEASE REVIEW! I'd love to know if I've portrayed Xanxus well or not, as I adore his character.