Author's notes
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM
Warnings: Lime, unbeta-ed
I have been away from FFnet for too long and want to celebrate my comeback with a series of drabbles. They would be unrelated because I can update better with small oneshots than continuing stories. However I've already written the next chapter from MPB and would upload it soon. So enjoy!
Heat
Yuuri realized that Wolfram had an abundance of it. It came off him like waves, at different strengths and each embraced him with feelings different from the rest.
Heat
On a picnic blanket with the soldier and their daughter, the food would be laid before them and Greta would start picking flowers to make a crown. Wolfram would organize the food according to their favourites, chicken pie for you, and apple pie for Greta and a chocolate cupcake for the blonde that he would lie and say he packed for their daughter due to his pride but end up eating it anyway when there were only the three of them to witness it. Greta would have finished her crown by then and she would kneel in front of Wolfram and reach over to place the crown above the golden head. The blonde would smile and thank her for the crown and he would turn to you as though waiting for your opinion.
You would smile and tell him how lovely it suited him. Then there would be a split second where his eyes would shine at the praise and attention and his mouth would quirk slightly, trying to form a smile before it turned down into a frown and you'll be reprimanded for addressing him in such a feminine way. But that insignificant second was all it took for the fire to burst through your chest, filling your body with pride for gaining such an expression from the elusive blonde and the feeling will continue to tingle as you lay asleep at night.
Heat
When he was jealous, the blonde had no qualms of gathering fire into his hands and shooting it to his unfortunate victim. His emerald green eyes burns bright as his attention focuses on you. It locks you into a cage with its bars licked with flames and it will hurt once you try to break free and yet when you lay still, the warmth it emits would always remind you that he is there and he will always be watching.
In time, he will learn to trust you and these moments will fade slowly and gradually as he matures. That's when you start to crave these jealous reactions, and you will wonder why you ever thought to break free.
Heat
You caught a cold once; Gisela had ordered you to stay in bed the whole day. Visitors came and went with their well wishes and some stayed to fill up the boredom that accumulated. You will try to stay awake, afraid of the nightmares that will come through your fever induced mind but with nothing to do, you stop resisting and fell asleep. You had a dreamless slumber and awoke to the smell of dinner being served in your room by one of the maids. You raised your hand to rub your eyes and realize how warm it was, as though someone had held it for quite some time. There was a recognizable waft of lavender in the air and you smiled knowingly.
When night fell, the bed will dip as a figure slipped in under the covers. You will say that you knew it was him that stayed beside you while you slept. He will deny it and tell you that he had better things to do than babysit you. But as you placed your hands atop of his and interlocked your fingers as you succumbed to the night, there was no mistaking it, even the slightest spark, drove away the darkness in your mind.
Heat
Sometimes Greta would sneak into your room at night, a book at hand just waiting to be read. Some days you would be knackered by the grueling amount of paperwork Gwendal dumped on you, Wolfram would take pity on you and guided the book unto his lap and you and Greta wait patiently. The book would be filled with tales of a courageous red haired inventor that was disturbing and awe-inspiring, yet the one thing you treasure the most about moments like this was his voice, full of passion as though he was living the tale even if he discouraged the books. Greta would bounce slightly on the bed and shriek in delight when Wolfram took the time to act out some lines. Your eyes would start to droop as he drones on and lulls you to sleep, beside you Greta feels the same. You will hear the book snap shut and the bed sheet would be pulled up to cover all three of the bodies on the bed. But you knew that the feeling of warmth embracing and cocooning you wasn't from the covers.
Heat
The blonde lived his life by passion, never being able to do things by halves. He loathed those with weak will and hated it even more if he was seen like one. His face contorts in anger if anyone dares dispute him. His hands would itch immediately for his sword if anyone he loves was in danger. His mouth would purse in determination as he proclaims how much he loves you. His lips would kiss you like he was dying and it made you feel the same.
Your clothes would be nothing more than a rag on the floor as he rips it from you while nipping and licking your collarbone as you moaned and writhed underneath him. Each touch burned, smoldering you in flames as his hands roamed your body, from your tanned chest and abs, to finally reaching its destination and you bucked against him for more of the delicious friction. He would look down at you, you will be able to see your wanton expression reflecting in his eyes and it would darken at how you came unhinged from his ministrations and you could almost explode from the hunger you see unbridled in the emerald depths. Then, he envelopes your body with his and you can feel the warmth seeping from his to your own.
The flames would engulf you, melting and molding you with steady hands and you can and will do nothing but hope it will never end.
Heat
Nearing the end of the year, Wolfram's body will not exude the same amount of heat due to his body reaction to the cold. It would try to keep the warmth internally but even then it will not be enough and you can find him bundled up in the covers, squirreling away from the biting cold. It will take time for you to extract him from the layers upon layers of bed sheet but you do it anyway. When you can finally see his body, shivering from the cruel exposure to the air, you embrace him tightly from behind and start the tedious job of bundling the two of you together again. Safely encased and wrapped in the blankets, he thanks you. You chuckle and tell him that there is no need too because you know while Wolfram had an abundance of heat that didn't give you the right not to share your own.
So did you like it? Did you hate? Not all drabbles would be like this, meaning without dialogue or with this POV. I'm open to suggestions or prompts.
My next one would be: Chocolate cupcake - fluffy
Review, if you think I should continue! Heh I get discouraged when there is none. So please review!