The Love of a God

When she had first met Yato, she never could have imagined that she'd end up in this situation. But she'd changed, he'd changed, and honestly the whole world had changed since she met him. Still, she couldn't help but question how she of all people managed to fall in love with a god and had a god fall in love with her in return.

Even before she'd confessed to him what her feelings were, he had always showered her in affection and now was no different. Kissing her lips wasn't enough, so he moved to her cheek, her jawline, her neck, her shoulder; wherever her skin was left bare.

"Yato," Hiyori called his name and he paused, his ice blue eyes gazing upward to hers, "Don't you think that's a little much?" She was turning pink and a little bit breathless, but she combed through his hair affectionately as she spoke.

"Uh, no." He answered, almost in disbelief, "It's barely enough, you deserve so much more." He moved back to her lips, speaking against her, "But you'll see."

She hummed, partially in disbelief, but mostly because she didn't want give him another reason to pull away.