A/N: Only A one-shot. Part of the aristocracy series. Stories in series:
Aristocracy: Fujino's Failure
Aristocracy: A Lull
Aristocracy: A Lull
It was one of those moments that really didn't matter to us in the grand scheme, but, I think that's why I felt so at peace. I had no other emotion to feel, no other reason to feel anything else directly. I only had Mai, only her warm words, out playful banter...that's all I wanted, or needed really.
"You're such a tea fiend." With the way she laughed, the admonishment seemed entirely worthless. I had to smile at that.
"Mm, perhaps so." Her grin lit up the room, and the entirety of my world against the storm raging onward outside. Wind slapped against the window, wet plops of water a strange tattoo. "However, one has to admit, it is soothing to the soul."
"Soothing? Maybe a little." I could tell she would allow me the shallow victory for what it was, as she too partook of the warm drink. She leaned into me, her arm brushing against my own, the simple action sending a shiver down my spine. I considered it a very intimate detail, something between only us, and the small fire in front of us, illumination the gentle features of her face. "Your company is more so."
"Is it?"
"You know that it is."
Violet eyes met mine, a twinkle there of moisture that was not altogether an unhappy one. It was deeper than that, and I wetted my lips with the tip of my tongue, because I didn't have a clue where such a gaze would take us. A kiss, I thought, would be gratifying.
I leaned in, only a little, a playful little attempt to see if she would lead me to my desired outcome, but, surprisingly enough, I felt her hand cup my cheek, her thumb over my lower lip, and I knew somehow, that she would not close the distance just yet. There was a spark, an edge in her eyes.
Instead, that hand trailed down, fire to my skin.
Her fingertips played dastardly trails along my neck, over my breasts, the fabric there bunched up under her fingertips, and heavens swept away my breath at the thought of the action itself. The implication, her interest, the way she smiled at me, it was too much, and I needed more... she crept closer still, finally taking my lips for her own as the wind stopped pelting water upon my house...
She pulled away, and laughed then, and I was once again lost to the lull...of her voice, her touch, the sweetness of her kiss.
I have never cursed a storm so much in my life.