of marble tiles and topaz gazes
01.
rated m, souma always comes in unannounced and erina can't say she minds.
it's morning, exhaustion is welded into her bones and speaks with each breathy, languid sigh. broken down into the quiet, smothered between her lips, and the noise of water hitting marble. it's in that quiet that she hears him before all else, the unmistakable padding of feet against slick tiles.
the snap of the door is muffled under the trickling of water against skin, white marble and fogged glass. her ears are far keener to him than she likes to admit, can hear the intake of breath as he nears; can feel the heat radiating from him.
( she knows it's him because lukewarm did nothing to warm her - not like he did)
then it's quiet. his breathing breaks the silence, but he doesn't near. stopped in his tracks and it's that small moment she knows that he's watching her. sparkling topaz meeting beige flesh, running along the plane of her back where it meets the curve of her ass to smooth, milk-white thighs held to thin ankles and wet marble. he takes it all in with his amber gaze, and he can't help but sigh.
she feels him, then, his hand flush against her abdomen, pulling her to him; skin against skin. lips lap at wasted droplets decorating her neck. fingers running lightly through damp blonde,
"we've really got to stop meeting like this," the gruff, stifled tone trembles from the back of his throat as his whispers make their way from the crook of her neck to the back of her shoulder.
she chuckles, "if by meeting like this you mean you actually telling me you're coming over instead of stopping by unannounced, then yes - we've really got to put a stop to this bad habit of yours." the blonde mocks through her teeth but truth be told, there's a part of her that doesn't mind it. that actually likes the way he finds himself drawn to her room at all hours of the day, falling into her bed, against tiled walls, and within her embrace.
it was expected.
there's no stopping his chiding tone, not when fingers rise up. gathering her breasts in his large hands, fingers tracing tempting circles along her nipples - an action that has her head lolling to the side. "doesn't seem like you mind it all too much." a smile hidden against her ear, lips pressing into the shell - hot air spilling from them as teeth nip at the lobe.
she turns only for slender limbs to wind around strong shoulders, dancing across tensed back muscles, dwindling further along deep collarbones. a purple haze meets the smile of a yellow sun, "i do mind, you just seem to ignore it."
this brings a wolfish grin to his face, far too bright that it lights his topaz eyes up like an angel at the top of a christmas tree. all jest, teasing - mischief rolled into two very dark yellow orbs. glowing greedily, hungrily beneath red tendrils. he leans down, lips mere centimeters from her own. words that flow from them causing each and every determined brush of his lips against hers seem hesitant and questionable. "by all means, then, if you want me to stop -" his heavy palms drag along her waist, space a nonexistent entity between them - a useless commodity that no longer seemed necessary. not to erina, and especially not to souma; not when his intentions were far more dire than polite pretenses. "tell me."
like an artist in his craft, his fingertips draw dizzying circles against slick skin, smiles pressed into each turn, curve and sharp corner. falling further and further from the apex, past a tuft of curls; knuckles nudging thighs apart. they're strenuous and slow, achingly drawing breaths from above. erina feels the air sharply escape her, eyes fluttering closed as she melts into his embrace, clutching at the red falling against the nape of his neck. lips falling apart, pressing into his shoulder to muffle dangerous groans and impatient squeals that were tearing through her.
a hand breaks between them, taking her chin. topaz meets amethyst, forcing her gaze to still; widening a fraction more when she feels a different set of fingertips curl against her walls. "should i stop?" he asks, his fingers then slowing to a stop within her. and like always, his face is consumed by his grin - cheshire-like in nature, a wolf hidden behind his innocent tone. one that erina can't help but want to slap away. but instead, she draws closer - lips crashing into his, tasting every bit of yukihira she can get.
"n-never," she whispers into his mouth; fingers threading through crimson tresses. her lips drag across his, forcing him to eat away at her moans when he resumes his pace. fingers plunging into her - deeper and deeper as his thumb caressed at the jewel hidden among golden-haired treasures. her blissful sighs make her chest blood in warmth, out of lust, out of lo - each are kissed away, melting on the tongue.
his own kisses run amuck along teeth, the outer rim of lips and the length of her collarbone. and as gleaming white sink into beaded flesh and tasteless dew, his fingers do the same, parting slick folds as his thumb finds the precious nub hidden beyond, again and again.
nails gather each droplet, dragging them across skin, digging into taut muscles. her hands move, from his shoulders to his upper arms then to his chest. each has her retracing faint memories, dimming bruises that hide beneath kisses and other nights. her own battle scars are peppered across her skin, like a case harboring each and every one of his wins and losses; showing them off to him alone. she watches, intoxicated by the way his golden eyes fall upon her, it's scandalizing, a bewitching stare of molten gold that lures her in and bares her more than being in nude and all his ever will. every trail left behind, each faint lingering is pursued and swiftly followed by gentle brushes of lips.
time was a telling tale of lost sand and not enough minutes and yet, his fingertips barely miss a beat, as if time didn't exist for him to rush, following the thundering of the shower head with each slender descent of sly fingers; cascading across the expanse of smooth skin and crafted abdominals.
her lips fall apart once more. "souma ..." heavy, heated breaths drag from a heaving chest; the rise and fall increasing just as quickly as her heartbeat. the repetitive thump quickening as she feels her very soul get torn apart, her insides clenching around his fingers before she cries out. lips covering hers, taking her pleasured moans into his mouth, consuming them once more. devouring her lust as his own rises to the occasion, pressing for attention along her abdomen.
droplets follow each tantalizing movement, skating along slick ruins, a mesmerizing dance of skin on skin and each continuous lash of water against pressed flesh. violet hues gaze up from below heavy lashes, hand retrieved from the depths, stopping just above the point of no return.
it's slow, a conscious effort on erina's part is made to raise her hand, drawing away from its intended course to instead graze dampened rouge from his eyes, brushing them back against his temple, regressing only to curl at his jaw.
she loves the way he looks at her. how topaz yellow felt more luxurious than a million glittering diamonds when it came from his gaze. he doest stray from her own bejeweled orbs. taking point to never look away, to see her - all of her. from red, bruised lips, the rosy blush that runs along the nape of her neck, her heaving chest, knobby knees and distressed blonde falling into her eyes. he truly sees her.
( a confident woman, jaded by memories and exhaustion - satisfied ( only ) by the hand owned by golden eyes and a wolfish grin. he takes her in his arms, comforts her - protects her. gives her a new hope that's hidden beneath another four-letter word, something they've yet to breach but have found solace in, all the same. it's comforting to know but frightening to admit - he sees it all, and feels it all the more. )
he sees it all and stays. he sees everything when it comes to her and it makes her feel weightless, despite her heavy heart and breathless lungs. it was like she was on top of the world. all because of his topaz gaze.
"you're so beautiful, erina." he whispers, chants, worships her name as it rolls off the tongue and hangs in the air.
it's unbearable how heavy the air around them is but she manages another breath before a smile curls against tired lips, mirth found despite the exhaustion telling her to slow down - to find solace in his arms instead of the pure ecstasy her desires wanted to drown in. fingers tiptoe across the embraces that holds her close; pulling her further in, keeping her from falling from the shakiness that still has knees weak.
this time it's him drawing a breath, sucking in through his teeth as her hand winds around his length. thumb circling the tip in painfully slow circles that remind him of his own musings just minutes prior. and when erina breathes in slowly, a clumsy exhale, he knows she's doing it on purpose. it's only when topaz eyes meet bright, far too amused, amethyst, gleaming, teasing their way into a smile that it's all but confirmed.
her chest rises and falls just before toes point, the slightest bit of height appealed for noses to brush and lips to inch forward. and with fatal initiative, eyes watch intently, a silent urging; the dare among dares for him to finish what he had started.
erina grins, "should i stop?"
never.
I apologize for the absence of proper capitalization, I'm still getting back into the swing of proper writing. Also forgive the shameless lemon, I was aching for a little tartness! This collection of one-shots won't all revolve around lemons/smut, but they will pop up every now and then. Let's just say this will be a place for me to dump my Soueri feels into.
Until next time!
