I hope that you're still melting because I need a breather now.
Kyou Kara Moah:
Wisterias Breeze...
By: Lotus Curtiss
(Michelle)
A wood vine climbing flower, that comes in variety shades of the color purple, pink, blue, white, green, red and yellow. They grow along abhors, archways and trellises, the buds and flowers droop downwards creating an inviting and cool walkway to pass through. The very meaning of the flower itself is "over passionate love" or "obsession." Conrart had tried to kiss Yuuri out of apology but was turned down, after calling him by the royal title and a frustrated response, he had captured that mouth at last. Maybe he had pushed Yuuri a little too far but the teens heart was quick to forgive, he himself was to blame. The need to possessively spoil Yuuri with his passion.
"What's that sweet smell?" Yuuri asked after they broke for air.
Conrart sniffed the air before catching a overhang of flowers one hundred feet away in both lights of the fire and moon. "Ah, White Serena Wisteria. They only bloom at night and under the face of the moon." Indicating with his eyes in there direction.
Yuuri could see the delicate flowers illuminated by the moon light. "Do they hold the same meaning here as they do on Earth?"
"They mean "Lovers Midnight Obsession." Really close to Earth's meaning of wisteria flowers."
Yuuri giggled, his smile going wide. "It's what we are doing but its not an obsession yet."
A growl, low and territorial came from his throat. "It can be. Now where were we?"
Yuuri shivered as his heart strings were pulled at that declaration and satisfactory of his Love's possessiveness. He wanted nothing more but that. This Terrible Lion so passionate.
Conrart tickled the slender waist that left his Beloved heaving for air in a fit of laughter before sinking in a wash of overworked nerves of embers. He had slipped a small tin of salve from his pant pocket and thumbed it open before spreading it onto his fingers, slicking them in a coating of lubricant, normally used for small cuts, scrapes, burns and abrasions that were often gained during sparing. But it helped ease the nerves of the inflammation and relaxed the muscles with out the burning sensation it caused except for the easing warmth. An urgency that his mother had him carry around just incase.
"My hunger is still not satisfied." Hissing as Yuuri's body trembled beneath him.
"Neither is mine." He breathed. "I already warned you not to stop. My Conrart Love."
"Yes, My Yuuri Beloved." His hand of slicked fingers slipped between the beautifully curved legs to the untouched area behind.
More drabbles coming. Enough with the breather, moving on. - Expect the fluff.
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Love.
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Much appreciated.
