I know.
Summary: They did it again. Tag: Lancaster, another trash shipping fic from me.
Chapter 01:
Silver eyes peeked awake to the mid-summer warmth of a damp bedsheet hot with the shared heat of two naked bodies entwined.
"Hey. You're awake." She smiled at his gentle words, her lips etching into the same at the recollections of what-had-been.
Yet another day had passed, another day in the bustling city of Vale just between two old friend; another day ending with them stopping at an Inn at the edge of town, stripped dress and hasty kisses.
She said nothing as she buried her face into his chest and inhaled. Deeply.
She just loves his musky smell, his sweet scent of dust and steel mixed with streaked sweat from their love.
Love. Could she even use that word? When it had been initiated entirely one-sided and the other had only been hesitantly reciprociating at best and grudgingly accepting at worst, for a while.
Could it be love, when one side had been grasping for any straws of normalcy in their turbulent life, and one side had been only but too glad to offer it as their last straw to a future almost forgotten?
It could. It might. Maybe.
Who is who in that question, she wondered. Her finger running over the scars on his chest bit down, a bit too strong to be regarded as just playful.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"5:57. You slept in a bit this morning." His hand moved a bit along her spine from where they had laid on her hips, to the much more accustomed location on her shoulder, only to flinch just a bit when in doing so they had to pass by her more... curveous region.
She let out a soft giggle, pure crystaline laughter echoeing from a sly smile on lips. A streak of red touched the scarred cheek of the huntsman, before he joined in with a stiffled chuckle.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Her friend offered, to the thoughts that ran by her mind.
A playful remark. A sober reply.
"I want you." Said quietly the one with silver eyes.
"And I you." Jaune Arc whispered, to whom in particular he didn't quite know.
"I know." Came her resigned voice. His arms wrapped her back tightened that much more.
He kissed her this time, and they returned to another round of tumble. There was no sleep, this time, when the next morning is time for the Commander to return to the battlefield where he is required, and the Huntswoman to her endless hunt.
A/N: Yeah, another trashy filth-fic from me. I really need to read less smut/watch sobby romance with my gramps. No regrets. Hope you liked it!
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