There had been a mix up regarding Big Daddy's yearly order of love potions.
His fingertips traced lines along her skin and she whimpered at the chill.
Due to similarity of color and viscosity, some had gotten mixed up with Reens' supply of health potions.
She could hear him whispering sweet nothings in her ear and though his breath held no heat she could feel herself getting warmer.
And while she wasn't much one for battle, Lore was a dangerous place and she needed to make a trip.
"Please, keep going."
She sprained her ankle on the way.
"You're awfully eager, aren't you?"
And ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time.
He trailed kisses along her collarbone and up her neck, hovering right in front of her lips and daring her to speak.
Her mouth was full when she saw him.
"Please."
For her, it was love at first sight.
Her pressed his lips against hers, hard at first before easing and nipping on her lower lip.
For him, it was love at first kiss.
She swirled her tongue with his and swore he was made of ice.
She'd heard later that an adventurer had gone around bringing anti-love potions to affected couples.
She gasped for air and he smiled at the novelty of breathing before removing his helm and attacking her mouth once more with closer range.
Apparently they'd been overlooked.
His fingers picked at the clasp of her bra and she whined about how unfair it was that he was still fully dressed and she wasn't.
They ended up spending the day together.
His armor vanished and she squeaked. Had he always been able to do that?
The dosage was low enough, when the natural love potion in the air cleared, they were back to normal.
"I see you're not one for foreplay then. Shall we?"
Or, mostly normal.
His eyes were red as the blood pounding in her veins and hers as green as the ichor stagnant in his.
They'd gone their separate ways at least.
She'd never wanted anything in her life more than she wanted him.
And then she found him in her room late one night.
"Yes, please."
And kept finding him in her room.
He gave her a final show of disrobing while she removed her remaining garments with little ceremony.
She wondered if she should tell anyone what was going on.
She held him tight and told him she was ready.
He was a criminal after all.
His chill numbed any pain from his entry, and he kissed the rest of it away.
It was a matter of national security.
"I'm going to start moving now, alright?"
But, if she did—
She could feel him leaving and wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside.
She'd never see him again.
He thrust into her again, slowly, picking up speed.
And she didn't want that.
She tried to move her hips in time with his.
So, she could keep it a secret just a while longer.
They both knew she couldn't last very long.
That didn't make her a bad person.
He kissed her forehead gently as she panted and shook.
Right?
"I love you."
NOTE: I have never written smut of any sort before, but apparently this needed to be written. At 5 AM. So, Happy Valentine's Day, smut for a ship that no one sails.