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A/N: Finally, fluff. A nice sweet chapter, nothing horrible here! I figured it was time to let the characters relax for a bit. I've been so mean to these two! They deserved the night off.
The influence for this chapter was Blackmore's Night and Florence + The Machine.
Also, smutty, smut, smut-smut.
Please comment! 300+ views and only 3 comments? Don't be so mean!
Flora and Merryweather had all but thrown everyone out of the room. They were very spirited to say the least. I looked to the ladies, still grinning. It took a little effort to stand. Its difficult to stand without bending your abdomen.
Finally on my feet, I stood before them stretching my hands out. I did a quick turn, showing them fully the remnants of my tattered uniform. "What do you say ladies? I can't go on a date looking like this!"
Flora looked me over with a heavy eye, a hand resting on her chin. "No, you certainly cannot."
Merryweather mimicked her expression. "Absolutely not."
"Take those rags off right away." Flora said as she twirled her wand idly.
"Down to your skippies, lad." Merryweather chirped from her station by the door. She too, holding her wand. The glint in her eye told me all too well how much they were going to be enjoying this.
Thirty minutes excruciating minutes later I had on a new outfit. They had saw it fit to dress me in snug fitting black slacks, and a long sleeve white button down shirt in which I chose to leave only the middle button clasped. It showed off the mark well, personally a touch I did not care for. The crow seemed to have decided it would play along, its wings were stretched outward and it actually looked decorative. I had to admit it tied it together.
They originally tried to put me in a peacoat which while stylish, was not really a current fashion. I didn't want to draw a lot of attention in a town I did not know. I was already of my knack for finding trouble, I didn't want to go looking for it if I could avoid it.
I prayed silently in my head and heart. Goddess please, just give me this night. If nothing else I just wanted to ease my lover's mind. He deserved that much at the very least. As I exited the room, the two faeries followed behind. As soon as I came to the living room I stopped abruptly.
Leon was sitting at the table, his long legs crossed over the ankles. I guess he had told Fauna exactly what he wanted because I was certain she didn't have a taste for leather. Those long legs were clad tightly in leather. Had magic not been involved I would have guessed they were sewed onto him. A tight black muscle shirt, decorative belts and combat boots completed the outfit.
Fauna quickly joined the others and Merryweather gave me a light push forward. I stumbled at first, but quickly found my footing. Leon looked over right as I stumbled and chuckled lightly. I blushed as I walked over to him. "Are you ready to go?"
He looked me over carefully. I could feel his eyes travel down my chest. When he got to the open bottom and saw the mark his face contorted a little. I didn't expect him to like that detail either. The rest of it he seemed ok with. He nodded lightly and stood, stretching out his body before walking over. I couldn't help but smile, he looked like a panther stalking, His muscles rippled under his clothes with every step, he was so damn beautiful.
As we prepared to depart Merlin called to us. I waited by the door while Leon met him in the hall. Merlin had given him a small brown pouch which he tied to one of his belts. We said our niceties and left for the town. It was already dusk, the sun had recently set and the weather was fair. It was cool enough for long sleeves warm enough to leave the shirt open. I haven't really experienced weather like this before.
The town was strange in design. Everything seemed so mechanically influenced. The citizens were strange, some were humanoid some were beasts. I had to keep from staring as we walked into a shop and found the keeper a talking duck.
Leon seemed to be enjoying watching my expressions. We came to what looked like the residential part of town. I could hear faintly music on the wind.
"Do you hear that?" I asked not really expecting an answer.
He seemed to actually be listening to the wind and he smiled softly. "I can faintly hear music on the wind. Did you want to go to it?"
I flashed my best smile before grabbing his hand in mine and sprinted off, following the sound of the music. We ran together through the streets and as the music got louder the path got brighter. It seemed like they were having a small festival of sorts. There was a small stage in which a woman with firey red hair and four others were standing. The woman was singing in a foreign tongue but the sound was beautiful. The men behind her played their instruments with her.
The music was strange but familiar. It sounded like a mix between polka and Celtic. There were people dancing in front of the stage. The dance was strange, lots of quick movements of the feet. It seemed like it was meant more for clogs. I watched them with fascination. One of the men on stage was playing the fiddle and the music picked up, the beat was so catchy. I hummed the tune along with the song before darting into the crowd of bodies.
I danced alone, kicking my feet and mimicking their movements. A circle formed around me and they cheered as I clogged in the dirt of the street. The beat changed and everyone broke off into pairs and galloped away. I looked to Leon, standing outside the troupe. I held my hand out to him and he came to me. He took my hands in his. One pair stretched out far to his left the other short in front of us. Our fingers interlaced and I pulled him, leading him into the strange dance. As the tempo picked up everyone changed partners and continued the dance. We looked at each other over our new partners and laughed.
The firey red head's voice carried into the night, just hearing her notes was enough to be moved. At the end of her song I saw Leon move through the crowd. He reached the stage and the red head bent down. I assumed he was asking her something by the way it looked. I watched her smile and nod before backing up onto the stage. He weaved through the crowd and smiled at me.
I felt flushed from dancing so much, this method was taking a lot of energy. "Making a request?"
He mused my hair lightly, "You could say that."
I frowned a bit, "I don't speak their language." I could hear a strong drum beat start up. The woman with the microphone seemed to be announcing something into the crowd. We were getting a lot of looks from the people and I blushed heavily. I could feel Leon wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against him.
The song started up and the beat was so sensual. He started to grind against me lightly as the song played. As I expected she sang in that foreign tongue, her beautiful voice gave me chills.
Leon breathed deep behind me and started to sing along with her, his breath was hot against my neck.
"There's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around. I swear that you should hear it, it makes such an almighty sound."
He did me the favor of translating the lyrics. I froze immediately. He asked for a song he I knew I couldn't understand so he could sing the translation? I was shocked to say the least.
"Ther's a drumming noise inside my head that throws me to the ground I wear that you should hear it, it makes such an all mighty sound."
When I stopped moving he pulled me back into him and forced me to move. I swayed into him, mesmerized by the sound of his voice and our movements.
"Louder than sirens, louder than bells, sweeter than heaven, and hotter than hell."
I could think of nothing but us touching and his voice, oh his voice…
"As I move my feet towards your body I can hear this beat. It fills my head up and gets louder and louder. "
The drum beat was so intoxicating.
"I run to the river and dive straight in I pray that the water will drown out the din."
He spun me around, pulling my body into his once again. He sung softly against my lips.
"But as the water fills my mouth, it couldn't wash the echoes out. I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole till there's nothing inside my soul. And empty as that beating drum, but the sound has just begun."
We danced his arms still holding me, though his hands had moved to my hips. He sang the entirety of the song and it was the most captivating thing I've ever experienced. I could feel his warmth pressed against me, even through the leather of his pants. He grunted at me as I ground into him intentionally rough.
He whirled me around and kissed me fiercely. The crowd around us was whistling and cheering I couldn't help but fluster. The strange music kicked back up and the people went back to dancing.
He took my hand and this time he pulled me away from the crowd. We danced through the streets even as the music faded from our hearing. He ran through the streets and I felt truly free. I felt higher than I have ever been. I would suffer again to have another night like this with him.
The streets had all but cleared out as the night pressed on. We were still coming down from the excitement at the square. Faintly I thought I could hear the sound of running water. I smiled and took off in a sprint to find the source. Leon trailed behind me, easily keeping the pace. We came to a large fountain that seemed to be made of smaller ones. They flowed from smallest to largest top to bottom.
The water seemed to glow though there was no artificial light source. It was a beautiful cerulean hue. The sound of it crashing down the fountains was so relaxing. I jumped onto the ledge and walked along its edge. The light spray of water misted the air around me. Leon walked beside me as I gracefully paced the edge. It made me taller than him by a few feet.
I turned to him and he looked up at me. "Thank you, Leon. This has been wonderful. I haven't been this exhilarated in a very long time." The ledge made me tall so I had to lean to be on eye level with him.
He gave me a soft smile before pulling me into his arms. He whispered against my lips, "The night isn't over yet, Sora." He kissed me deep and I purred into him. I wrapped my legs around his waist feeling him harden against me. His kiss was fierce and hungry. He lapped at my mouth eagerly, swallowing the sounds I made.
He carried me back to the fountain and laid me down along the ledge I stared at the night sky as he kissed up my open shirt, teasing me at my collar with his teeth. He crawled on top of me on the ledge, the water was misting the air around us. It only added to the romance as our skin started to glow. His was that strong gold like a swallowed sun and my own like the moon.
He settled his knee between my legs and rubbed against my length. I shuddered into him as he kissed into my neck with tongue and teeth. His knee never lost its tempo. He was humming the drumming song as he kissed me and I felt my eyes water. I shed happy tears as he began to work my body. His hands explored expertly beneath the fabric of my shit. His fingers tracing the lines of my small frame. I quivered at his touch, soft sounds escaping my throat.
He kissed both my cheeks before wiping my tears away. "I'm going to put up a spell barrier, ok? You might feel a little odd for a moment, but it will pass." I nodded slowly. I felt the wash of power as he flexed his magick. The world at the edges seemed to blur and bend. The world was quiet, except for the sound of our breathing and the rush of the fountain. I blinked up at him.
He kissed me again before speaking, his face flushed from the heat of his desire. "I have been celibate for centuries. I do not trust myself to keep my power in check." I nodded again to him before pulling him in and kissing him deep. I bit at his bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth. My forked tongue flicked over it and he shuddered against me. I raised my hips and rolled them into his, eliciting a moan from his throat. I could hear it again, the echo of thunder in his voice. I worked at him, his hips moving with mine. Even through the cloth I could feel him ready for me.
He kissed me from my lips to my jaw and ears, he was so gentle. He unclasped the button from my shirt and shrugged me out of it. I pushed him up so I could pull his off. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I had seen him shirtless many times before but the setting was different now.
I sat up and the crow in my stomach twitched under the skin. I hissed under my breath as I came up to him. He was leaning back on his knees watching me with those stormy eyes. I could feel the electricity building around him. His skin was becoming charged and as I darted out my tongue to kiss his chest it shocked me. I jolted back and laughed. He seemed startled.
"Unexpected is all," I laughed lightly as my tongue tingled with the sensation. I went in again and this time there was no shock. I kissed him down his hard chest his breath came hot and short as I got to the waistband of his pants. I could see him aching to be freed, to be touched. Happily I obliged, unclasping the decorative belt that hung loosely off his hips. I turned my attention to the hem of his pants and I traced a finger down his length. He shivered at the touch.
I followed it down but found no zipper in them. I frowned a bit.
"What's wrong?" He asked tentatively, his voice holding all the heat his pants contained.
"I don't know how to take your pants off. There isn't a zipper." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. I really wanted to undress him.
He chuckled lightly as he kicked off his boots and stood. He pressed his hands to his hips and guided his pants down revealing his awakened member. Apparently there was no room for underwear in the pants. He let them fall to the floor before he eyed me still kneeling on the fountain ledge. A wicked grin crossed his face as he pressed my face into his stomach.
I kissed his hard stomach, letting my tongue lick along the peaks of his abs. Even with the light coat of sweat on his skin he still tasted sweet, still smelled of the rain. I reached a hand up to stroke his length slowly as I worked my way down his stomach, leaving no toned muscle go unnoticed.
He purred as he rocked his hips slowly into my hand in time with my strokes. He looked down at me fondly. "I am curious about your tongue. You did so well last time, I wonder if it will change anything?"
I hadn't thought about that really. "Hmm." I stared down at his length, excitement was welling inside me. I realized I wanted to taste him. "I guess we'll have to find out." I spoke with my lips above his member before pulling him into the warm recess of my mouth.
He moaned loud as my tongue swirled around him. I found the fork actually worked in my favor as it allowed me to make broader strokes on his member. I squeezed them when I flexed my tongue, tracing it along the veins and he trembled at the feeling.
His fingers dug deep into my hair and he forced me down on his length. I had to open my throat to him or hurt myself. He was too big to fit all the way into my mouth without triggering my reflex. I settled for suckling on his sweet flesh. A constant stream or precum seemed to be flowing from him. His breath came hitched and ragged as he panted. I could feel my magick causing me to vibrate softly and I knew if I didn't stop he would come.
Reluctantly I drew his vibrating heat out from my mouth, giving it one last flick with my tongue. I smiled up at him as I wiped at my mouth. He groaned before pulling me to my feet and practically tearing my pants off. My boots, pants and boxers were on the ground in an instant. He pushed into me, kissing me brutally as our flesh burned together. He pushed me back to the fountain and tried to lay me down.
I stopped him from pushing me back, and he gave me a defeated look before letting his hands drop. I smiled as I leaned in and kissed him. I pushed him down on the same ledge before climbing over him. Surprise showed on his face. I smiled down at him before giving his member one last suckle. I ran my tongue along his entire length, not stopping until his member glistened with my spit. I grinned down at him as I positioned my hips above his aching member. I hesitated for a moment, staring down at his length. It seemed like too much. He stroked my back lovingly and I met his gaze. The heat in them matched my own, our eyes rolled clouds in anticipation. His hand moved from my back to my hip and he guided me down.
I pressed onto him, the tip just barely entering me. It didn't hurt yet, it just felt strange. I had a lot of gay friends up north and I had been well informed. If it hurts, someone has the wrong angle. Taking this as a sign, I continued to push myself down onto him. I was glad I chose to go down on him. It made the process much easier. He moaned loudly underneath me and I could see him fighting with his self-control. It must be difficult not to move under these conditions.
He ran his right hand from my hip to my member and stroked me idly, he kept his left hand on my hip, gripping firmly. I leaned into his hand, rocking my hips slowly matching his strokes. He grunted beneath me as his left hand guided my hips.
We had a simple motion. He would lift me, I would roll my hips back down. From this position I could full sheath him inside of me. It was intoxicating. The smallest touches got the most response as he touched me. I could feel his power wavering over me. I felt like I was being filled with the sun. His light was chasing out the sickness I had felt. I could see our auras burning together, a wash of lusty red and white gold from our skin.
I felt the prickle of electricity from his skin. Tiny flashes of lightning were coming off our skin. The water from the fountain seemed to be surging, crashing against the walls of its confinement. A wind picked up and encircled us and I could smell the coming rain. I began to understand why he raised the barrier.
He grunted deep and slammed into me. I cried out, for a moment everything went white. It was so dizzying but it felt good, all of it did. He pushed me off of him and I whimpered at the feeling. I wanted him back inside me. He turned me over and pushed me down to my hands and knees.
I felt his chest on my back as he entered me again. I twisted around and met his gaze as he worked into me, the static swirling around us. He grabbed my hair and arched me back to him. He kissed me as he pumped into me. His spare hand was still stroking me. My breathing hitched as he slammed into me again and again and I started to tremble.
I could think of nothing but him inside of me and I came hard to his hand. I trembled as I called his name over and again, my orgasm shaking my body. My magick flared and I knew he could feel it. He gave one last thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside of me and I felt his release hot inside me. I felt his magick pour out and envelope me. I caught the splash back of his orgasm through his magick and my body trembled again. He collapsed on top of me, clutching me tightly.
Something in my chest burned tight. I felt like I breathed in acid. My lungs burned and I blew out a hot breath. My breath came out as a green smoke in the shape of a bird. It looked at me curiously before flying off. I realized I couldn't feel the one in my stomach any more.
My shoulder burned something awful. I went to look at it but clunked my head on Leon's. Apparently he had a fascination with the offended shoulder as well.
"Sora," his voice trailed off. He was touching my shoulder so fondly.
"What do you see?" I was a little scared. I didn't know what was going on anymore with my body.
He kissed my shoulder lightly and leaned his forehead on it, I could feel his tears on me. He drew out of me slowly and I sighed, this is something I definitely wanted to do again. Everything with him just felt so good.
I pivoted my head and looked at my shoulder. It was the same one that had the scars from the dream I had. Instead of scars there was a symbol. I stared at it, enchanted. It consisted of several circles, two outer rings with four smaller circles in each point. Three of the smaller circles had a pattern inside them. The inner ring contained a triangle with a square swallowing a final circle. I could only stare in awe at it.
"What is that?" The symbol didn't move like the one Maleficent gave me. It was still and beautiful.
Leon pulled me in close and kissed my shoulder again. His eyes were watered as he spoke, "That is my symbol, my mark." His tears spilled down his cheeks. "Goddess be praised."
I thought back to the conversation we had earlier. "That can only happen with true love, right?"
He nodded slowly. "So it is said."
I couldn't fight back my smile. I kissed him on his nose gently. "I guess that means you're stuck with me."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."