Notes :
First fic in english (not my main language) so if you find any mistakes, tell me.
Warnings : None. Maybe fluff and spicy things...
Summary : As Lilith woke up, she find herself all alone with the poet in the van. Everyone seems to be out and maybe is this the chance to have a brief moment ?
It's getting spicy again haha !
Well they deserve some moment, don't they ?
(Lilith's POV)
Lilith woke up slowly, feeling her whole body laying down onto the sofa of Nico's van, a warm and firm cushion under her head and a hand running through her hairs. It felt nice, she knew she had dreamed of something but couldn't place what, thought the feeling of embarrassment was clear, whatever it had been, it had implied something that she didn't wanted to share with anyone... At least if she could remember it.
It was dark when she finally opened her eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the dim light provided by the small lamp near the door, the van was empty except from her and the hand in her hairs.
"Welcome back. How are you feeling ?" His honeyed voice greeted her, "Did you rest enough ?"
"I'm feeling a bit better. Nuiid's healing is helping a lot right now... It's strange, I'm more use to Lekha's power but it's welcome too." She slowly sat up, noticing that the "pillow" was his legs, "What about you ?"
She eyed the poet, they didn't encountered a single demon during their walk toward her family's house, which was a bit strange now that she thought of it, so he shouldn't be that tired but Lilith had seen him leaning on his cane.
"I am fine..." He didn't look tired, not physically at least, but as he sighed, Lilith felt that he needed some rest too, "Forgive me, my sparrow. I couldn't help you much more this time either... All I did was wasting more time, putting you into more danger and..."
She was suddenly yanked forward, forced to reposition herself onto his lap and wrap her arms around him to not fall. He wouldn't have let her fall anyway, she had no doubt of that, his grip on her waist and shoulders was too firm for that. The poet didn't ended his words, hiding his face in her neck, under some purple locks. Nuiid's presence was coloring her hairs into a dark shade of lavender that looked almost black or blue in some parts, this too was strange and new for the sorceress.
Focus on that later, he needs you.
His whole body was tensed and from what he said, he was clearly speaking of what happened while she was trapped inside the dark jewel.
"It's alright." She gently stroked his hairs, liking the softness of it under her fingers, "I'm here. You didn't do anything wrong."
V stayed silent for a moment, holding her tightly, head leaning against her collarbone. This wasn't a good position for his back and she tried to move into a better one but the black haired man refused, only moving his head to rest it on her shoulder instead, which didn't change anything from her point.
"All I did was doubting, beating myself and I even tried to attack her..."
Lilith remembered that, the anger in his eyes, the coldness of his voice... It had scared her even if she knew it wasn't directed to her.
"She wasn't really nice with you..." Lilith whispered as flashes of those moments came back to her mind, the first sorceress had been really mean to her poet.
"And you were there to protect me again..." His head came back into sight, green eyes looking right into her golden ones, resting his forehead on hers, "You were prisoner inside the dark crystal but you managed to find a way to reach her... For me... I don't deserve you, my love... You are..."
She stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. She hated when he talked like that, saying he didn't deserved her... But he was right, all this time, she had done this for him, he was her reason to not break, to stay strong, to come back... At the end, right after the spell, when she heard him call her name, begging her to come back...
'I love you.'
Those three words were what she needed to burst out and break free from the spell. She loved her friends and her birds dearly but the feelings she had for him were stronger. It had gave her the spark she needed, he may have thought he didn't do anything but he was wrong. His presence, his voice, his touch, just himself being there for her was already enough !
"You are wrong, V." She smiled brightly at his puzzled look, he was staring at her, trying to understand why she had said that, why she was smiling more and more, why her tears were slowly pouring from her eyes, "You saved me. You, and no one else."
She shook her head when he asked for more details, wrapping her arms around him and hiding her face in his neck for a moment before speaking again, "You may think you didn't do anything but you actually did. You just don't realise it."
"Indulge me then, my sparrow, because I fear that I don't understand a thing."
She chuckled, straightened back to face him again, wiping her tears while he still looked clueless. That was adorable.
"Let's start from the beginning. Who approached me even after learning about my 'issues' with contacts ? You." She raised one finger in front of her, "Who tried to comfort me about my nightmare after our fourth mission ? You." She raised another finger, "Who made sure I didn't hit the ground during my first vision ? You again."
She laughed as she raised another finger to see him slightly blush and look away even more as she continued counting all the times he had helped her, protected her or just been there for her. He stopped her when she was talking about how he brought her to Fortuna, even if Dante told him to do so, her two hands already fully raised.
"That doesn't explain how I 'saved' you..." He was still not looking at her, his cheeks colored in a pale dusty pink shade that looked so good on him, that sly smile only there to save the apparences, "I don't recall anything from me that could save you. All I did was watching you..."
"You were there." She cupped his face to force him to look at her, the way he was looking at her right now could kill her, "Even after all the terrible things she said to you, you stayed, you fought her for me... You were always there for me. At Fortuna, when I learned all the things Granny was holding back from me or when we went back to Devil May Cry and find what he left for me... When I got Nuiid back, right after the battle..."
She brushed her lips against his "It doesn't sound like much but it is. It's enough for me. That was all I needed back then and that's all I need now." She sensed one of his hands slid from the bottom of her back to her shoulders, not doing anything else than feeling her under his palm, "When we tried to break the dark spell, something happened, and we failed somehow. I was still trapped inside when her soul merged with Nuiid, I still don't know why she did it, maybe it's written in her book, I don't know."
She felt the dark bird's wings spread through her shoulders, V's hand stopping its movement, his eyes scanning her skin with curiosity, "When I was still inside the crystal, I realised that something hadn't worked... By seeing you with my body like that..."
This brought back his gaze on her, the curiosity replaced by worry and sorrow, "You saw it ?"
"I saw and heard everything. From the moment I was emprisoned inside..." She sighed, the sensation had been the most painful one, angsty, terrifying... "But I came back." She shook her head to chase the gloom, he had saved her !
"You saved me at that moment. Without you, I wouldn't be here." Heat gathered in her cheeks, well he had said it first and he knew her feelings for him, they had kissed more than once so she shouldn't be embarrassed to say that... "What you said... That gave me the strength I needed to break free."
She breathed shortly, not letting him time to say anything, "The way you were calling me, the way I feel when I'm with you... It gave me strength. When you say you don't do anything, you're wrong, you are there for me when I need it, you make me laugh like on the boat this morning, you took care of me when I was exhausted, chatted with me when I was feeling down... That's not nothing."
She watched him for a moment, how his jade orbs shone with adoration, how his lips moved without a word coming out, how he finally closed his eyes and sighed, unable to say anything, just smiling slightly.
"Perhaps..." His voice was shaking when a word escaped his lips after a long moment, "But you were the one who fight in the end... You were exhausted by the dark spell but still wanted to provide support and ended killing your own father... You shouldn't have been forced to do that."
Images of the last battle flashed into her mind, the dark hand threatening to pierce her heart, the terrible choice she had done...
"I'm fine..." She didn't felt anything, no hint of sadness, no guilt, nothing, "I... I had to do it. I... I feel nothing... Maybe it will hit me later but now..."
The sorceress shook her head, there wasn't any regret in her, this had to be done. The thing that died from her spell wasn't human anymore, she had felt it, its head was nothing but darkness and madness, no more humanity, just demonic power mixed with dark magic. The man that gave her life died years ago, many years ago. Never had he been kind with anyone from her knowledge, the only relationship Lilith had with the necromancer was pure hate from his side, killing attempts, pain and suffering... Him being human was the only reason she couldn't have killed him, but as he was when he tried his latest aim... It was only a demon...
The only man that ever acted as a father toward her died when she was thirteen, after raping her, from her hands... It took her time to recover and she hadn't completely done it yet but that day, the little witch had felt something. She had felt so miserable, so dirty, so bloody... Cried for days after her awaking, being forced to eat by her Granny and the doctors...
"Lilith ?" V's voice brought her back from those dark memories, "It's alright. He was your father..."
"No. Huh. Yeah, technically, he was. But that's all." Tears were falling from her eyes, brought by the memories of that terrible day, "I was just remembering... The last time I was there... But it's over now... Right ?"
His lips brushed hers, his hands stroking her hairs and back to ease her worries and sadness, gentle words escaping from his mouth from time to time till she calmed down. The sorceress's head back on his shoulder, no more tears falling from her eyes, slightly smiling, just the two of them in the van.
Completely alone. No mechanic, no young devil hunter, no familiars... Just the two of them.
"V ?" She snuggled against him a bit more as she felt him rest against the back of the sofa, humming softly "I love you too."
The man underneath her tensed for a moment, stopping his soft kisses on her crown and the gentle caresses on her back, "You heard that ?"
"Everything." She smiled and planted a kiss on his neck, hearing his breath quickened, "I told you, you gave me strength to break free."
"My sparrow..." His next kiss was a bit more eager, lips pressed against hers, his hands on her cheeks, not letting her breath for what felt like an eternity.
He didn't say a word as they broke that heated kiss, both panting, searching for air. His face was flushed with dark pink on the cheekbones, eyes glued on her, a bit darker than their usual shade but Lilith was sure she was in the same state, her hair messy now that he had played with them, heat gathering in her cheeks as well as in her belly...
The sorceress let her hands slide from his neck and hairs to his shoulders, playing with the marking on his skin while her eyes were still locked with his. Seeing him like that was entracing and she needed to feel that this was real, that she had really survive that nightmare, that it was finally over...
Leaning for another kiss, Lilith felt him grab her waist as she unconsciously had moved her hips onto his, earning a sharp breath and a small moan from the man underneath her. He didn't completely stopped her, just pressing a bit more their body against each other in the process.
This wasn't clearly the best place for that and she wasn't sure how many time they would be left alone but right now, Lilith didn't care. It was her moment with the poet, a beautiful moment of intimacy even if they were in Nico's van, ready to do it on the couch, not knowing if the door was locked or not...
Voices from outside the van came suddenly, startling the witch and giving them only a few minute to adjust their appearances and sit in a more appropriate way.
And again...
"Not this time either, it seems." V murmured in her ear as he took back his book, chuckling behind it as the burning of her cheeks spreaded on her shoulders, "I wouldn't have liked it here anyway, too much risk of being interrupted..."
I'll make him pay...
Even though she was pesting in her mind against him, she couldn't hide her half smile. This new step in their relationship wasn't scaring her, she would have to tell him about her scar and all the meaning and consequences of it later but this time, it would work.
As Nero and Nico entered the van, happy to see her awake, Lilith noticed the young boy's look on both V and her before looking away and moving to his seat, scratching his head.
The way back to Fortuna was quite quick, same for the road to the orphanage. The kids literally jumped on Nero when he walked out of the van, they looked so happy to see him back, running in circle around him and Kyrie as he stood up to greet her with a small and chaste kiss. They looked like a perfect family, loving parents and childs...
Nico joined them, playing with the kids and leading them inside with the white haired man as both V and her followed the kind woman. It felt nice to came back here, to play with the kids, to help Kyrie to make dinner, to experience again what it was to have a normal life.
But it felt odd too, Lilith had spend so many years to hide, to run in fears to be found that it was hard for her to realise it was over. Not to mention that she was certain she would never come back... There wasn't any danger anymore, he wouldn't hurt her nor anybody else... In every normal activity, she felt more aware of the new life that was beginning for her, she could go for a walk in daylight, not hidden under dark clothes and hats anymore, she could be happy with the poet without fearing for her father to destroy everything...
This whole new realisation brought new angst into her mind, her past had left her with some big trauma and scars, some of them were cleared and healed while others in the process of being cured but one big scar was still bothering her. She had had time to accept the consequences of the scar on her stomach, she was okay with it but now it wasn't only her anymore.
What if he find it too ugly ? What if he cannot bear the consequences of this ?
She was so deep in her thought she didn't heard him close the door of their shared room, nor didn't she heard him approach her. The little witch almost jumped when his arms wrapped around her waist, sighing relieved as she felt his lips on her shoulder.
"What was bothering you so much that you didn't heard me call your name ?" The poet slowly kissed the skin between her shoulder and neck, moving even more slowly toward her ear, "You seemed to think a lot today, didn't you rest enough in Nico's van ? Or maybe..." He stopped his kisses to hold her a bit tighter, "What happened finally hit you ? Talk to me, my sparrow."
"I'm fine... It's just..." She gently shook her head, watching her hairs move on her breast, the purple coming back slowly with the sun setting, "I'm slowly realising that it's really over... I lived in fear for so long it's strange to say that I'm free..."
"Hum... Is that all ?" She felt him turn her to face him, his warm hands cupping her cheeks to lift her head, yet her eyes didn't met his, "Please, don't hide yourself from me. After all this, we need to be honest with one another."
"It's probably nothing..." The sorceress whispered, nervously playing with the hem of her night top.
"Seeing you struggle like that, it isn't for you. Please, look at me, Sparrow."
How could his voice be so warm, so calming, so charming... This wasn't fair. The sorceress glanced at him for a second, seeing only love and adoration in those jade orbs that were scanning her, V looked a bit concerned too, but he was trying to hide everything else to ease her own worries...
I won't find the best moment to talk about it... And better be done with that and see what happens... But what if...
Tears were sliding down her cheeks as she sad down onto the bed, silently asking him to do the same. He knew what had happened to her so it wasn't supposed to be that hard... But it was worse... The trauma wasn't something visible on itself, it had left traces but the main terrible memory wasn't something as visible as the big, ugly, jagged scar on her belly...
"Is there a possibility that what you struggle to speak of is linked to what you stopped her from saying ? When she was talking about your father being afraid of... Having another child..."
The words felt strange from him, like this was a touchy subject for him too... Griffon's word about Nero came back as well, the demonic bird hadn't finished his sentence but he rarely spoke without a meaning behind it... His way of saying the word 'child'... And the boy's look on the poet...
I'm getting paranoïd now... There's probably nothing, I'm probably too focus on my own insecurity and it makes me see things...
She sighed and nodded. The older sorceress had almost let him know... But he deserved to know, he would find out soon or later so why hiding it now ?
"I won't force you on anything if you don't want to, Lilith. I can understand the subject is rather difficult for you." His hands grabbed hers, squeezing them gently, "And hearing what he did to your mother should have been terrible but you need to know that you are not responsible of anything. You didn't ask for that and from what we read yesterday, you were loved. Might have he hurt her, she chose to keep you and love you, no matter what."
She hugged him tight, letting her tears run down her cheeks, her angst and fears dropping slowly with the flow of water coming from her eyes. This wasn't what she needed to talk about but was welcome anyway. Of course, her mother's fate was on her mind, the images of her suffering were stuck into her mind and would need time to 'heal'...
"It's not really about my mother... It was terrible to hear and... see but..." She wiped her tears and sat back on the bed, facing him, determined to speak this time. "I'm just scared of your reaction..."
"My reaction ?" She saw then felt his hand on her chin, lifting her head to make her look at him, "Why ?"
Her hands automatically went for her belly, trying to protect it, to hide the old wound already hidden under the black lace and she caught his quick glance on it, his eyes closing for a few second before nodding. He knew what was on her mind now.
His lips were on hers the next moment, gently kissing her, his hand caressing her cheek while the other one kept her close, forcing her to lean onto him more till she felt the mattress against her back, the pillows slowly pulled and moved under her head. She opened her eyes again to find those forest green one gazing back at her, that beautiful and kind smile only for her...
"Will you chose to let me see it or not, know that for me those scars are proofs that you are alive, my sparrow." She felt his hand slide slowly from her shoulder toward her belly, ghosting over her breast where the small scratch she had from his cane was still there.
The moment she felt his fingers brushing the scar under the fabric of her halter, she closed her eyes, head sliding to the side as uneasiness spreaded through her. "It's ugly... and... big..."
Her hand caught his, not to stop but to slow it, to give her time to calm down her breathing. He wasn't aware of the full mess, he had only seen tiny parts of it.
"Don't push yourself. It can wait."
Blessed boy.
"I'm fine... Just... Don't be angry... You are... Scary when you're angry..." Her voice was shaking but she stared right back at him, seeing his surprise at her words.
The poet didn't say anything, he just kissed her forehead with that signature smirk back on his lips as she slowly let him uncover her stomach. His gaze on her was making her feel nervous but she didn't stop him or cover herself again, letting him reveal the terrible scar left by her father on her.
"It is quite impressive and I'm glad you survived it." He took time to speak again, not looking away from the dark pink thick line on her skin, "This one is quite different from the others, it's clearly old but... Does it still hurt ? It feels not completely healed..."
She felt his hand ghosting over the old wound, the skin there was always more sensitive and fragile than the rest of her body even if it never reopened. Unlike any other scars she had, that one had always felt and looked different.
"Sometimes it hurt but not that much..." She slightly sighed at the softness of his voice, the warmth and concern behind it, "It has always looked like this after healing... Lekha did his best to keep me alive and heal what he could... But... There was things that couldn't be healed..."
She told him what the doctors had told her the moment she woke up, unable to look at him in the eyes as she revealed why she kept saying she was and will be the last host for the phoenix, the last member or her family, the end of their bloodline... She had survived the massive bloodloss thanks to her bird's energy and power, she could still walk and move because her father missed her backbones but some of her organs had suffered from the hit... Was it intentional or not, she didn't know and will never know even if he wasn't the type of men to do things without something behind his head...
Lilith had arrived in the hospital in a critical state and the doctors had done what they had to do to keep her alive. Removing the too much damaged organs that were not vitals was a terrible choice but her grandmother had let them do it, knowing Lekha wouldn't be able to heal her completely in time, he had already given her too much energy and would not be able to do much more at that time.
"That explain your sad look whenever you looked at the kids playing with Nero or Kyrie..." She glanced at him to find the poet still looking at her stomach, concern and gloom visible on his face, "Being forced to endure this pain, to almost die and to have to live knowing you'll never experience those things..."
"I've accepted it... It's terrible but I have no other choice and it kept me alive..." Her voice sounded weak as she continued, head turning away, on her side it was ok, but what about him ? "But... What about you ? It's not something I can change but... Maybe you would have wished for something else... Maybe a less wounded partner... Maybe..."
Referring herself as anything else but his partner felt a bit strange, even thought they had confessed their feelings for each other and kissed more than once, maybe did she need time to adjust...
His hands on her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, snapped her out of her thoughts, "I wouldn't have dreamed of a better partner. And I would never wish for anyone else but you by my side, my love." His eyes reflected the deep affection he had for her, seeing that ugly scar hadn't change anything and it almost made her cry, "I just find this terribly unfair for you. And... Well, we already have Griffon and Shadow. They need quite a lot of attention."
She stared at him a second before laughing, from everything she imagined, she never thought hearing him say that. He was trying to change the mood and she was thankful for that.
"Don't forget Nightmare..." She playfully grabbed one strand of his black hairs.
"Hum... He doesn't need that much attention..." Lilith felt his lips against hers a few minute later, signature smirk on it, "I would require your attention more..."
The sorceress giggled, sensing the poet's lips slide down her chin to her neck, the tone of his voice so warm, playfull, flirting...
"Are you jealous ?" She repressed a moan from escaping her lips as he nibbled the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck, his hands still flat against her scar slowly moving upward to the fabric of her night outfit, if this was his answer, this was clearly a 'yes'.
Lilith felt his smile vanish against her skin, his body tensing for a minute, stopping his movement, sitting and sighing the next instant, passably annoyed. The silence between them send a wave of angst through her body and she rapidly sat on her side of the matress, scanning him, seeing him pinching his nose with his hand, brows furrowed, debating with himself on something...
Or Griffon... One day that bird will need to learn when to not disturb us...
V sighed again, still looking away from her in silent for another long moment.
"Is something wrong ?" She waited for him to answer, playing with the hem of her top, nervous, "V ?"
Her voice seemed to startled him, earning another sigh as he finally faced her again. His expression was neutral but there was something in his eyes, the poet was uneasy about something and it worried her.
"Forgive me, Sparrow... I asked you to be honest with me, to promise me to not hide anything anymore and..." His voice sound small and fearful, like a child about to confess a bad behaviour, "And I keep something from you..."
The summoner's hands reached for hers, asking her silently to come closer, wrapping his arms around her as she did so, resting his head against her forehead while he continued.
"This is not something easy to tell... I... I don't even know how to properly tell you that..." The sorceress felt him chuckle but it wasn't a happy one, "That's comical, for me to not find my words... Anyway... I own you the honesty."
He slowly brushed her cheeks with his hands, cupping them and kissing her lips softly before looking at her right in the eyes.
"I do recall that Dante told you about my past, but I don't think he told you everything that happened when I was... 'young'..." Lilith nodded, Dante had told her a lot of things but mainly the story of their family and how they managed to live till then...
V's voice was clear yet she could tell this was a subject he didn't want to talk about, "My past-self... was in Fortuna before... Many years ago... He... I was there to investigate over the Order of the Swords way before the real events happened..."
His hands were trembling, his eyes looking down at her lips, showing only guilt and worries, Lilith felt her own heart sank at that vision but didn't say a word.
"Please forgive me my sparrow... I said that this was new to me and it is. I never felt like this, never. Not even back then... I... met someone in Fortuna, a woman... I don't have a lot of memories of that time... Less from her... I don't even think I asked for her name... And... Well it didn't even bother me to... To take some precautions..."
She blankly looked at him for a second, was he trying to say that...
"You mean..." Her own voice was nothing but a whispers, sounding like she couldn't get it.
He slowly nodded, "I spent time with her and she ended up getting pregnant, but I... was already gone... I didn't know... But I doubt it would have change anything at that moment..."
She listened to how he had left Fortuna, unaware of the consequences of his acts, too thirsty for power to even care about the woman and what happened after.
"Do you know what happened to the child and his mother ?" Lilith couldn't blame him but she felt so sad, maybe this could have been a chance to save him from all this.
"You know the child, my love..." V whispered, a bitter smile on his lips, "...Nero..."
Oh...
All the little pieces took place in front of her wide eyes, Griffon's words, Nero's look, Dante's jokes back at Devil May Cry before the whole thing ever happen, the awkwardness that could be felt sometimes between the two young hunters...
That's why...
"I had no idea for him before the Qliphoth..." V was still trying to explain himself, "And I don't remember her. I promise you I only feel like this for you..."
This was why he was so touchy about it, that's why Griffon had said that, why the demonic bird had been summoned back before ending his words... And Nero's look on both of them... The first time Lilith had heard his voice, he had sound harsh toward V and when she had fainted, after breaking the dark link, their relation seemed to have changed a bit.
'They... needed to talk'
That's what Kyrie had told her... She knew ? Of course, she was Nero's fiancé, she clearly knew... But none of them had said a word. Not back then, nor now...
But do I care ? Do I care after all this ? After almost dying ? After almost losing him forever ?
"Sparrow ? Please, say something, even if you are angry at me, please, tell me..."
She didn't say a word, only shook her head and smiled, wrapping her arms around him and making him lean forward. She heard him sigh in relief, whispering others apologises in her ears as she stroked his hairs.
"It happened in the past, right ? And if I am correct, I wasn't even born yet..." She chuckled hearing him say that she was too good for herself, "Yes, I know. I hear that a lot lately. But... You really don't remember her ? I mean, for Nero, not knowing who was his mother..."
"No..." The poet sighed, "I only remember that she was dressed in a red dress... It didn't seemed important to the person I was back then..."
Lilith stopped her movements, gazing at her own dress on the chair nearby. "Is that why... You seemed to like that dress..."
Her cheeks were burning as memories of the kiss on the beach came back. The way he had looked at her, ready to devour her if he got the chance... He almost had it...
"Hum ?" His gaze fell on the same spot than hers, making him smirk and kiss her neck, "Not at all. The color just happen to be similar. Red is not my favorite color but I can't deny that the dress looked really good on you. It reveal so much and yet nothing... Tempting and cruel at the same time..."
She blushed even harder, heat spreading over her whole face and neck now, was he saying that he liked her body ? Not that he didn't showed it but the sorceress had always had some trouble to accept her forms. Especially after the scar...
"I'm... I'm not really..." Her voice died in her throat as she lowered her head, "There are other girls way more stunning than me. I'm just... terribly pale, curvy and..."
V clicked his tongue and Lilith felt herself being pushed against the mattress a bit roughly, the poet straddling her hips to block her lower body. He gently put a finger on her lips before she asked anything and observed her for a long moment, moving her hairs from her face, caressing her arms with the tips of his fingers, his eyes following every inch of skin, every detail they could get.
"It is true that your skin is quite pale, the contrast with your dark hair right now make it even more visible..." His voice was purposely slow, letting every words sink into her mind, "You have a lot of curves, right again, despite our job which keep us... healthy we might say..."
The word he had use could have hurt her, even more than anyone else, but the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes told her that he was just saying what she was thinking about herself, not him.
"If only you could see yourself as I see you, my sparrow..." The poet put a finger under her chin, "You are wonderful, perfect in my eyes. I adore everything I see, from the pale color of your skin that I love to color in pink or red, those beautiful golden orbs that gleam whenever you're happy or laugh, those dark and tempting pink lips that calls for mine..."
He stole a quick and chaste kiss from her, moving down to her chin as he spoke again, "Those silky hairs that can change from blond to red or purple... Purple is the best color for you, my love..."
His tone felt more husky, his hands sliding up and down her side, as slowly as his words, and Lilith bit her lips to not groan in frustration when he stopped to play with one strand of hairs that had fell on her breasts.
"I am glad they found you those protection for your shoulders, they look so fragile even if we both know you are not..." She almost jolted as he simply kissed the only part of her body that was skinny.
She always had thin and fragile looking shoulders, almost too much as from the back, the bones were sometimes visible and a lot of enemies had tried to take her down with that. They always failed. Lilith knew her "weakness" better and how to take advantage of it. Now that she had those new protection for it, there would be less worry about a probable hit there. After all, even with her bird's power, she was still human and a broken bone hurt.
"It contrast with the sligh muscle visible here and there on both your arms and legs..." She saw him smirk, feeling the heat gathering even more in her face. He had studied her body quite well and not only just now... "I admit I took a glance here and there. You are something when you fight."
Liar. That's not the only time you did it.
His hands were back at her side, ghosting over the skin and the fabric, resting his weight on both his legs to not put to much discomfort for her, "Those curves you seem to dislike... I quite enjoy them."
That ability of her was a total curse right now, she could feel his gaze on her body like another pair of hands caressing the skin, descending from her throat achingly slow to her breast and tracing every lines he could find or invent. This was a pure torture and closing her eyes only made it worse, she heard him chuckle, eyes flickering from his new interest to her face for a second before going back to continue his staring.
"Ah. Yes, you feel it, when someone stare at you."
She swore he had a devilish smile on his face right now. The summoner was clearly amused by her reaction, biting lips, eyes closed shut, hands clenching the sheets...
"Do not move yet, my love." The sorceress felt the weight on the bed move as he spoke, sensed his eyes back to her face and his breath over the skin of her upper chest for a second. The next instant she opened her eyes to find him laying beside her, eyes fixed on her face, wearing that damn devilish smile on his damned lips, his darkened jade eyes devouring her.
"Where were we ? Ah ! yes. Those curves." The hand not used to support his upper body was back on her, gently tracing patterns over her wrist while his gaze was back on her top, moving to the lace covering her stomach.
No matter how hard she trained or worked, her belly never looked flat, that hit had made one or two of her muscles too loose for that, she would be safe and would not risk anything later, no hernia, no big issues with her back later but she had to mourn the idea of ever having a flat belly.
As if sensing her trouble, she felt his warm hand quit her wrist and slide under the fabric, not to lift it but to simply reassure her, caressing the sensitive spot. "It's alright, I like that part of you too, it shows that you survived this terrible day and it brought you to me today. You are strong, my love, stronger than you imagine."
Lilith close her eyes to not cry, those simple words were so warm, so full of tenderness, she needed that. She had felt so miserable it never occurred to her that someone could think of her like that again after that day. Her small, shy smile was all she could offer to him right now, too shaken by his words or the previous feeling still lingering in her body.
That feeling of warmth, those butterflies playing in her stomach woke up again as his gaze fell on her tiny short, transforming her shy smile into an embarrassed one.
Why did they had to chose that outfit... I like it but... It reveals everything...
"This looks quite comfy." She felt him poke her tights with his finger, "I would like to lay my head on your tights to take a nap after a hard day of work if you allow me to..."
I hate you.
He was smirking again, she was certain of it. It made her laugh anyway, the whole situation was cute yet sexy at the same time. While his words were there to show her his affection and how he loved her even if she wasn't perfect, his gestures and look were driving her crazy. Her heart was racing, hammering in her chest till that little game had began yet she was playing the obedient little girl, not moving from her position on the bed, simply listening to his voice, feeling his touch and look on her... And he was just laying there, beside her, so composed, so calm, she had to make it fair but how...
His hands wandered over her arm again and she suddenly found how to make it fair. Lilith knew how the dark haired man was curious, how the warmth of Lekha's wings had intrigued him, how his fingers had stayed on her shoulder as her bird spread his wings underneath her skin.
Silently, eyes closed, she asked Nuiid to spread his wings over her shoulder again, bringing coolness in her bones and muscles in the process, earning exactly what she wanted. The sorceress felt his hands stop on the cool skin, his gaze glued on it too as she slid her nails on his torso all the way down to his waist, slightly opening her eyes to watch his reaction.
"Distracting me to play bold, my sparrow ?" His voice was lower than usual and Lilith was giggling inside as his composure began to crack, "I didn't expect something that sneaky from you..."
"I can do better than just playing..." She chuckled and stole a light kiss from him, her smile widening at his surprise look.
It didn't stayed long on his face, quickly replace by his usual smirk but the look in his eyes betrayed him, same for his heartbeat as he brought back her hands on his heart, "Are you sure about that ? Don't feel obligated to anything... I can wait."
She nodded, kissing him to emphasize her words, taking his hand to place it on her chest, making him feel how fast her own hear was racing as well.
"As long as it's you, I'm fine."