AN: Part of the magic!au. Sexy stuff ahead, though more suggestive rather than explicit. Note: Kayo can manipulate light/dark, and has an affinity with crows and ravens. Virgil is telekinetic.
The Shadow and the Earthquake
The love Virgil and Kayo share is nothing short of magical.
Kayo's touch was the flick of green-black feathers, of wings whispering in the dark of the moonlit night. Virgil threw his head back as she slipped her fingers up his chest and the side of his neck, under his chin and back down around his massive shoulder.
"I missed you," he muttered, bringing a smile to her lips. He lowered his chin to gaze up at her, and caught her hand with his. He brushed a kiss along her knuckles, then turned his face into her palm and let his tongue linger on her skin.
"I missed you, too." She let go of his hand, closing her eyes as he bracketed her narrow waist, purring as his touch continued down over the curve of her hips. She straddled him with sleek thighs, and the purr became a full-on panther growl as his fingers dug into her smooth flanks. With a slow exhale, Kayo tipped forward to ply her tongue in hot flutters to his breastbone.
"God, Kay," Virgil growled back, and the air shifted around them like a roll of distant thunder. The bed swayed a little, and Kayo smirked; when Virgil made love to her, the earth really did move.
With a deft movement of his hips, he was inside her, and she gasped in surprise and delight. The candle flames flickered, painting them both in splashes of light and dark. Virgil groaned and so did the walls, the stone and mortar creaking as he pushed deeper into her.
If anyone had been there to notice, they would have seen the concentric ripples in the wine glasses on the table. They might have heard the rustling of wings high in the rafters, indistinguishable from the breath rushing from Kayo's throat. If anyone had approached the cottage, they would have felt the ground rumbling and seen the leaves on the trees trembling as the pair inside soared into ever higher throes of ecstasy. However, no one would dare approach, especially after the mistress of the shadows and the earth-mover had been apart for any length of time.
Wrapping them in a curtain of starlight, Kayo leaned forward and sent a stream of hot words into Virgil's ear, eliciting another, longer groan from deep in his chest. The pace of his movements ticked upwards a fraction, and she steadied herself with hands on his shoulders to keep up. The rumbling grew louder, but neither one paid any attention; they had learned just how far they could go before Virgil tore the place apart stone by stone.
The candle flames danced again, wax tumbling like viscous tears from their guttering tops. "Nnnnnggh," Virgil ground out, eyes squeezed shut and his hands pushing her molten center down around him until he could take no more. With a final bellow and a noisy roll of earth, Virgil let himself go. The glasses trembled and tipped on their sides, spilling the dregs of the wine onto the floor.
In no time at all, dripping sweat and hair coming down to frame her face in curling wisps, Kayo threw her head back and shouted her lover's name to the stars.
Outside, a flock of crows that had been roosting in a tree took to flight in a burst of midnight feathers. Inside, the lovers curled into each other. There were a few bleary kisses, a few sleepy mumbles of shared affection, and then all was quiet.
Soon, the crows came back to the tree on soundless wings, settling into sleep as the moon sailed high above.