A/N: Once again I would like to express my gratitude to Yengirl for her unwavering support. Go take a walk through her stories, you'll like where they take you.
The journey advances slowly for our young lovers but the sweetest of rewards are always worth waiting for. Come then, indulge in a little romance.
The usual disclaimers apply. I am here purely for pleasure.
Sweet Interlude: Warmth.
Yuuki's face was pink. For a moment, she struggled to breathe, so taken aback by the events of the last few moments was she. Zero sucked on her thumb for a moment longer and never breaking her gaze, slowly removed her thumb from his mouth, pressing his lips against her damp skin. Lingering there for a moment, soft mouthed in what was not quite a kiss, his gold-flecked jewelled gaze kindled something within her that suddenly made her feel light headed, made her reality reel.
Yuuki staggered backwards slightly but before she could give more than a faint wobble she felt Zero's arms wrap around her, arresting her fall. Neither one had spoken a word yet, she because she was somewhat dazed and still taking the strange turn of events in; he because he felt no need for speech, her beauty spoke volumes to him and he worshipped her in silence. Without further ado he swept her up in his strong arms and carried her inside like a maiden to her bridal bed, his wings slightly arched above her, gentle violet scent falling on her face like a perfumed cloud.
Yuuki's face flushed even more as she stared up at him in hazy wonder the heat building in her cheeks. Each of his hands beneath her radiated warmth and she could feel each individual finger almost burning her flesh through her skirt and tee shirt, such was her heightened perception at the moment. The heated gaze from those devastatingly beautiful jewel-coloured eyes added to the aura of warmth gathering around her. Zero elbowed the door open wider and carried her into the darkening room. He laid her carefully on the plush, gold-tasselled, cerise chaise longue. He knelt and removed her shoes handling each foot with soft reverence, his fingers warm and smooth. As he made to stand he bent slightly and his lips brushed the ghost of a kiss against her knee, so swiftly, so subtly that she was uncertain whether it had happened or not.
"Wait here," he bade her and turned away with a flourish of his pearly wings, wafting more sweet scent over her and disappeared through the other door.
Blinking her chocolate brown eyes once or twice, she then closed them and settled down to wait, many questions forming up in her mind. Her thumb pulsed with the memory of that warm mouth, that velvet tongue.
Tiny tendrils of another kind of warmth slowly began to unfurl, bloom, deep within her.
Next Sweet Interlude: Dream.
Hope you are enjoying this soft, slow journey. Good things come to those who wait.
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