Snippets of Dysfunctionalities - Love Angles

By Crystal Snowflakes


He can't get enough of the way her pale complexion flushes bright, emphasizing the silver battle scars that marr her otherwise imperfect skin. Her head tilts back, her back arches, and he finds himself fascinated by the curve of her jaw. His lips follow the angle of her neck to the hollow of her throat, his teeth graze against her tender skin, earning a girlish giggle.

He's drowning in the smell of her, the taste of her, and the feel of her—it's intoxicating, and he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of her. The sound of her sighing his name breathily again and again drives him nearly over the edge.

Despite her gawky, gangly limbs and lack of feminine grace whenever she isn't in the midst of a fight, he finds that he can't tear his gaze away—not from the impish quirk of her thin lips, not from the playful glint in her dark eyes and not from the pinkish hue of her cheeks. She burns so brightly he never wants to look away.

Not for the first time, he wonders how much longer she'll choose to stay with him—how much longer until she realizes that he's all jagged edges, and sooner or later, she'll get caught in the crossfire. He's not a good look for her anyway; she's the future Empress, and he's nothing but a guard dog. But he can't help but want something he can't have—should've never have had.

He's mesmerised by her smooth calves and the way her toes curl, by her gentle curves and the way her body writhes underneath his, by her fingers threading through his hair and the way her nails dig into his flesh. His arms lift her legs over his shoulders, her knees bend to the perfect angle, and he sinks into her.

The world explodes behind his eyelids, and for once, he wonders if she'll be the one to drag him down instead.

"Reno," she mumbles faintly, half asleep as he returns to bed after a quick rinse.

The dim moonlight reflects on her face, casting her entire face in white. There's drool at the corners of her mouth, her dark hair is dishevelled, and her body is splayed at awkward angles. He feels his chest clenching tightly, unexpectedly.

At that moment, he thinks he might be in love with her.

He'll never admit it.

Instead, he wraps his arms around her as his lips caress his favourite spot where her shoulder meets her neck at an angle. She lets out a contented sigh before murmuring something unintelligible.

His heart swells ,and he feels his lips curl.

"G'night, Yuff."


Author's Notes: Monthly Prompt for February: Love Angles.

So of course, this was what my mind came up with :3 Hope you enjoyed!

Completed: March 1, 2021