She sat at the edge of the bed as she glanced around the room.
She didn't really know what she expected, but it wasn't this. The bedroom was pleasant and inviting, though it was a little dim now that it was after dark. The bed she sat on had brown sheets and blankets, softer than any she'd ever felt. Nervously, she just fidgeted as sat, unsure if she was waiting for something or if she should just get comfortable and rest.
Serena had obliged, knowing that she could be getting herself into some trouble, but also fully aware the responsibility she took with her decision. At the same time, it was enticing to her, but it would be enticing to anyone to stay the night.
They'd had time to get to know each other during their date, having dinner and then wandering around in search of desserts. They'd talked a lot about what they'd done, Serena talking about her work with Professor Sycamore more than anything. Lysandre talked about growing up with the Professor and traveling to other regions. He had kept a respectable distance as they talked into the night, Serena being the one to realize how much time they'd spent wandering Lumiose.
Lysandre had offered her a place to stay, and she would work in the morning with the Professor, but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted here. The time she spent with Lysandre was certainly a rush, but she worried about him and the rumors she had heard from Calem. She was concerned how he might be implicated in Team Flare and why… How could this man, so gentle and seemingly caring, be a part of an organization like that?
She thought about asking him, though he had previously said he wasn't involved with them, but thought better. Instead, she might snoop around for information from Calem or the Professor.
Before she could think about what she would ask them, Lysandre walked into the room, stepping in front of her where she sat on the bed. He had taken his coat and gloves off, wearing a long sleeved red-orange dress shirt underneath, which also seemingly matched his hair. He bent down, lifting her face up with his hands as he kissed her a couple times. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? I can stay on the couch if you like."
"A-ah, you don't have to, I mean, this is your home," Serena said, looking up. She reached up to take her hat off, as it was sliding off her head anyways while she craned to look up at him.
Lysandre grasped her face in his hands as he pressed his forehead to hers. The corners of his mouth curved as he spoke, "But you are my guest, ma chere. Whatever makes you at ease."
Instead of saying anything, she reached up to his chest, grabbing wantonly at the shirt to pull him closer. Towering above her, he leaned down as she pulled him into an embrace, but he found it might be easier if he just joined her on the bed than over-arching his back. He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her entire body while she wrapped hers around his neck. She wanted not to think or worry about anything else for a while, so she decided to indulge in him.
Pulling him into a kiss which he awkwardly leaned into at first. It seemed like he wasn't quite expecting her to be so aggressive as she pressed into each kiss, leading him. She felt his hands explore down to her shoulders and over her body, resting at her sides at one point and moving to her hips at another. Serena kissed him with fervor, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She relinquished her arms around his neck, opting to rest them on his chest instead.
It allowed him enough room to pull away and look at her, smiling. "You are a passionate one, aren't you? I would not have guessed." He took a moment to admire her as Serena ran the tips of her fingers up over his collarbone, up his neck, brushing over his beard and caressing his face. Lysandre closed his eyes as he leaned into her touch, enjoying but pleasantly surprised by her affection.
Lysandre ran one of his hands up her side and placed it on her neck behind her head as he kissed her, gently rubbing her neck as he pulled and kept her close, powerful as he controlled each kiss. His mouth wandered down to her neck, kissing, but biting every other time, hand still at the back of her neck to keep her in place.
Serena fidgeted, shifting and breathing shallowly as he heart rate quickened. Her hands, which still rested on his chest, felt around to pull at the buttons of his shirt. As she fumbled with the buttons, Lysandre pulled his hand back to help her, removing the shirt and dropping it on the floor next to the bed.
She stopped to admire him for a moment. He was rather muscular, but the lines of his body were soft, his skin translucent and pale. She touched her hands to the top of his chest, trailing her fingers down through a light speckling of hair as she leaned forward to lay her head against his shoulder, nipping at his collarbone.
A small hum was emitted by Lysandre as he ran his hands over Serena's hair, looking down at her as she kissed and explored along his chest. He leaned back on his arms, but leaned further and moved to his elbows as she got lower and lower. Lysandre's breath was already this shallow as he watched her before closing his eyes in anticipation, her lips reaching his navel before she stopped. As she looked up at him, he held out his hands to summon her up further onto the bed, Serena climbing up next to him as he rolled over to press her back against the sheets and pin her down, leaning over to kiss her for a long, slow moment.
Pulling away from her, Serena's breath was unsteady as he unfastened her skirt. She folded her hands across her chest as she watched him do this, pulling the skirt from under her carefully as he revealed the pastel blue panties underneath. She was nervous as things progressed, not sure of how to proceed or if she was certain she wanted to allow things to go all this way…
She closed one eye as she watched Lysandre lean down, kissing the skin just above her panty line before moving up, just barely touching her skin as he ran his fingers up her stockinged thighs. His lips met with the hem of her shirt, which he pushed up inch by inch as he also kissed her bare skin, making his way up before pushing the shirt far enough to reveal her bra. He kissed just above it between her breasts as he reached one of his arms carefully around her to try unfastening the undergarment. Serena arched her back slightly to allow him to do so, but simultaneously pushing her chest into his face.
"Ahh, sorry!" Serena said embarrassedly.
Lysandre let out a laugh, "I am not sure that this is something to be sorry for," before he used his free hand to massage one of her still clothed breasts while he bit at the soft flesh of her chest, still working with the other to unfasten the bra.
When he got it free, he pulled it and her shirt away from her, sitting back on his knees to admire her body before placing one knee between her legs, kissing her chest. Serena was just relishing in all the tingling at every touch and kiss, her senses lighting up at his affections. Before she noticed how close he was, Lysandre gently pinched one of her nipples, kissing the other. Her abdomen was hot as he bit and rolled his teeth against her skin, her knees trembling at the feeling. He switched sides, flicking his tongue across the small bump before very teasingly suckling at it. Unexpecting of the intense feeling, Serena let out a tiny whine, her lips parted very slightly.
At the little noise, a low rumbling moan came from Lysandre just before he broke away, moving back up to press his tongue between Serena's lips in a fiery kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close while massaged her chest with one hand, the other holding him up. When she let go to rest her hands on his broad shoulders, he sat back on his knees and took one of her hands in his, pulling her to sit up and met her eyes and he tenderly kissed her fingertips. He guided her hand slowly down his chest until he pressed it against his pants, her hand grasping and gently squeezing around the protrusion there as Lysandre let out another soft moan from his lips.
Serena smiled, as if touching him she had complete control over him. Carefully massaging him through the clothing, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands as she stimulated him. She leaned forward to kiss his chest, planting a few kisses down to his belt as she undid it before unfastening his pants. Before she had the chance to pull them down, he halted her, putting a finger up. "Ah… just a moment."
'We're might…' Serena thought nervously, as Lysandre climbed off the bed and walked over to the bathroom for a moment, rustling around. She rolled over to lay on her stomach, head propped up with her hands and elbows while she waited. She didn't expect when he came back, as he swiftly climbed onto the bed behind her, pushing her legs apart as he leaned over her and pressed his hips against her backside, thrusting a few times with only their clothes between them. Serena let out a larger moan than the last time, feeling him hard against her.
Lysandre gently ground himself against her for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her body before sitting back. He urged Serena to roll onto her back as she watched him. Moving forward once again, he pressed his fingers against the fabric between her legs, rubbing there. She took short, sharp breaths as he did this, but as he moved to begin pulling down her panties when she grabbed his hand. "Wait, please…" she pleaded quietly. Serena was nervous to the point of shaking.
"Ah…? Is everything okay?" he asked, a concerned look on his face as he went to caress her cheek.
"I… I want to do this, but…" her face was flushed as she spoke. Her body was more than ready to jump right in, but she still wasn't certain yet. "I think I'd also like to wait..."
"Serena…" One of his hands reached up to touch a lock of her hair as he said her name. Even the way he said it enticed her, his Kalosian accent thick as he sounded it out 'sahr-hee-na'. She leaned to kiss his hand.
"Please…?" She asked again, holding his hand against her cheek.
Lysandre smiled bittersweetly. She wanted this, and she could tell he more than just wanted this, however he did turn to lay on his side next to her. "Of course I will wait if you are not ready, ma chere. As long as you wish until you're certain."
Serena wrapped her arms around his ribs, squeezing him, as he wrapped his around her. They laid there for a while, embracing each other as Lysandre ran his fingers through her hair idly, which soon became sleepily, as they both held each other.
"Thank you, Lysandre," Serena spoke quietly, nervous still with her head against his chest.
He looked down at her, easing a finger under her chin to look her in the eyes. "I will do anything for you, ma fleur. Anything." The way he said it, Serena was strangely calmed by those words, as if even behind his words he meant it wholeheartedly.
Serena's body was tense with the excitement, but her mind was still running through the possibility that he wasn't on her side, because she was still constantly fretting over the idea of him or if he was connected to the terrorist organization of Team Flare. She just wondered in her idle, sleepy state how such a loving man could be involved with that.
Maybe he wasn't… She fully intended to find out… later…
