Warning: More kind of nsfw crap. This was an 'I want the k' prompt,' so yeah.

14: Kiss Along the Hips


He's dressing when she comes into the room without knocking; he's sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling his pants on, and he frowns at her as she closes the door and walks up to him, steps light but purposeful.

"Why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she says with a shrug he can barely make out in the near darkness of his bedroom.

"I can't sleep," he says. "I'm going to finish signing that huge-ass pile of forms Erwin sent me yesterday."

"Go back to bed and get some rest," she suggests, but suddenly she is leaning over him, her palms flat on his bare chest, and he knows sleep is the furthest thing from her mind.

"Go away," he says, grabbing his shirt, dodging her wandering hands and standing up in one quick motion. "I have work to do."

She pouts at him and he looks away; if he stares at her—her messy tangled hair, her soft full lips, her nightshirt slipping off one shoulder—too long he'll definitely change his mind. He shoves his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and starts working at the buttons, determined to take advantage of his insomnia and make a dent on those forms.

"Do it tomorrow," she says, her arms snaking around his and hindering his movements. Her breath tickles the nape of his neck and he swallows at the soft press of her chest against his back—she isn't wearing anything under her nightshirt.

"Petra," he says, jerking away so he can finish buttoning his shirt.

She is silent, and he thinks she's going to go—he shouldn't feel so disappointed about that—but as he turns back around, he realizes she's already gone—until he sees her on her knees, feels her fingers tugging at his pants. She pulls them two inches lower until the jut of his hipbones are exposed, then presses her lips to his skin and sucks.

His breath hitches as she litters a trail of open-mouthed kisses from one hip to the other, fingernails scratching slightly across his abdomen, and judging by the hot, heavy feeling settling in his stomach, he knows he won't be getting any paperwork done that night.