flora: are you home?

Riven stared at his phone, an eyebrow raised as he read and reread the text message. He was home, shirtless in his sweatpants and body thrown over the couch with a random show playing on the TV as he munched on a bowl of popcorn. It was pouring outside, the loud pitter-patter of the rain hitting the building echoed the empty apartment, and all he wanted to do was spend some time alone. But why would Flora be asking if he was home?

Using his thumbs to type in a quick reply, he watched as the message sent, and Flora's text bubble immediately popped up to show that she was typing.

riven: yea

flora: i'm at red fountain and it's raining really hard, can i wait it out at your place?

Riven stared at his phone again, his face deadpanned as Flora's text bubble popped up again, but then this time it disappeared. He didn't know why Flora was at Red Fountain, or why she wanted to come over instead of just going home. Alfea isn't that far away, and isn't she a Nature Fairy? Shouldn't she love the rain?

riven: yea

flora: ok thanks :)

Sitting up from his slouched position on the couch, he stared at the TV screen, blinking. Did he really just sacrifice the only night he had alone by himself at the apartment? Sky was with Bloom on Earth, visiting her family, and Timmy was studying with Tecna at the library, stating that he wouldn't be home until morning. Stella and Brandon were at Solaria, attending one of Stella's family events. This was the first time the group didn't have a mission together or any other responsibilities, and Riven didn't have Musa breathing down his neck.

They had broken up a month prior, and Musa had gone on vacation with Aisha to clear her mind. That's what Musa had said, but everyone knew that there was something going on between the two girls. Riven didn't care though, he respected Musa as a person, but she wanted him to be someone he wasn't and he would never allow that to happen again. If Aisha can be that person for her, so be it.

The only person he didn't think about what they were doing was Flora. She was always so quiet anyways, and as a person of very few words himself, he realized that they never were alone together before. What would he even talk to her about?

Before he could even answer his own question, a quiet knock was heard on the door and it snapped him out of his thoughts. Riven stood up, grabbing the black t-shirt he had on the armchair and threw it on as he walked over to the door.

The door swung open and revealed a very wet and cold Flora, who had a shy smile on her lips. Not saying a word, he allowed her in, ignoring the wet stains that she was leaving on the rug from the rain droplets coming from her hair.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, but you're the only one I know from here, and I didn't want to walk back to Alfea in this rain."

Riven grunted in response, shrugging, "It's fine."

The two awkwardly stood there, Flora shivering as she was still wearing her signature outfit, a small pink crop top and green mini-skirt, pink wedges adorning her feet. Looking down at her attire, she giggled.

"I was in the library with Timmy and Tecna all day, but they wanted to study more and I was too tired so I was going to go home. But I didn't realize that it was going to rain."

Riven nodded, understanding the situation. "You can dry up if you want. The restroom's in my room, and there's a clean towel in my closet. Right side."

He pointed to one of the bedroom doors, and Flora smiled graciously at him before turning to walk towards the room. "Thanks."

"Do you uh-?" Riven mumbled, turning his head away from Flora's backside. Her skirt was sticking to her skin, and it made him nervous when he started analyzing the shape that it created on her ass. "Do you want coffee or something?"

"Do you have tea?"

"Think so."

Flora nodded, grabbing onto the door handle and pushing open the door. "Tea would be great."

With that, she slipped inside his room, leaving Riven standing in the middle of his living room with the task of brewing her some tea.

"I don't even know how to make tea," Riven grumbled to himself, as he stalked over to the kitchen, opening up Timmy's food cabinet. He'll have to tell Timmy that he took one of his packets later.

After ten minutes of playing around with the string and the tea bag, he figured out that brewing tea was pretty much the same thing as brewing coffee. Riven poured the tea into a mug, while he poured himself some black coffee. Walking towards the dinner table, he set the cups down just in time for Flora to walk out of his room. He looked up to see her standing at the doorway, staring back at him.

"That's my sweater."

Flora looked down at the giant black sweater that was basically drowning her. It looked like a dress, the hem reaching her mid thighs, and the sleeves completely covered her hands that she delicately reached up to push her wet brown hair behind her ear, revealing a sheepish look on her face.

"My clothes were wet and I didn't want to get your furniture dirty. I can just put it back on if-"

"No," Riven said, a little too quickly than he intended. "It's whatever."

Flora flashed a bright grin towards him as he sat down at the table, and she walked over to sit in the chair across from him. He pushed the mug towards her and then brought his coffee up to his mouth, watching her over the rim of his cup.

She took a sip of her tea, smiling to herself. "Did you put honey in it?"

Riven nodded, "I saw Tim do it once."

"It's good."

All he did was continue drinking.

"So what were your plans for tonight?"

For someone who he didn't think talk much, Flora seemed to be in a talkative mood tonight.

"Watch a movie. I don't know."

Another silence.

They quietly drank their drinks, either staring at each other or the wall. It wasn't awkward, but Riven felt unprepared. He didn't know what to say to her, they've never been in this situation before. He's never seen her the way he's seeing her right now - sitting in his apartment, drinking a tea that he made for her, wearing his favorite black sweater. But he couldn't help but use this time to actually admire her, her damp brown hair sitting on her shoulders, her slender figure curled up in the large wooden chair. He watched as she pulled her legs up into the seat to sit on her feet, hitching up the sweater in the process, revealing more of her olive toned skin.

He turned his head away, not wanting to let his eyes wander further than he was allowed to. He gulped down the rest of his coffee and slammed the empty cup onto the table.

Flora frowned at his actions. She didn't mean to interrupt Riven, she just wanted someone to be with that night. All of her friends were in long-term relationships, so they were always with their significant others or away. This would've been just another night she spent alone in their apartment, so her last resource was Riven but the way he was acting made it seem like he didn't want her there.

"Do you want me to go?" she finally asked.

"No."

There he goes answering too quickly again. But as unexpected as this hangout was, and how he originally did want the alone time, now that Flora was here, her company was nice. He didn't want to kick her out.

"I just don't know what you want to do."

"We can still watch that movie, if you would like."

"It's a horror movie."

"What, you don't think I can handle a horror movie?"

Riven chuckled at how defensive Flora got. He stood up from his chair, grabbing their empty cups and bringing them over to the sink. He placed them down and turned back towards her, leaning against the counter and watching as Flora cocked her head to the side, a teasing smile on her lips.

"You think I'm going to be scared." It was more of a statement than a question.

Crossing his arms across his chest, he smirked at her. "I know you're going to be scared."

He saw Flora's green eyes trail along his biceps, and his smirk grew.

"Try me."

Laughing, he nodded, pushing himself off of the counter and walking over to the couch, Flora right behind him. Riven sat down and grabbed the remote, turning back on the TV and scrolling through the free streaming service RF provided for them as Flora made herself comfortable on the couch, a few inches away from him.

He clicked on Martyrs, a French movie he had discovered during a trip to visit his dad on Earth. It was one of his favorite movies, but also one of the most creepiest he's ever seen. He looked over to Flora, who had unfortunately covered her legs with the wool blanket.

"It's pretty disturbing."

Her emerald eyes met his violet ones, and he shivered at the eye contact. Riven has never directly looked into Flora's eyes before, she was always looking at the ground or the sky whenever they had spoken, but this time, hers pierced through his, and he didn't realize how much he liked the color green until this moment.

"Don't worry about me."

"Alright," Riven chuckled again, leaning back into the couch and putting an arm along the backrest. His other hand patted his chest, "If you need somewhere to hide, I've got you covered."

Flora rolled her eyes, and there was a small sense of humor in her voice as she spoke, "I'm good."

The movie began playing, and since this was probably the hundredth time he's watched his movie, he paid more attention to the fairy besides him than the screen. Out of the peripheral of his eye, Riven saw that Flora was actually enjoying the movie, no sense of fear in her just yet.

He grinned, This girl is more interesting than I thought.

However, as the ending of the movie was nearing, Riven looked over to see Flora's eyes wide open, knees pulled up to her chest. It didn't seem like she was frightened, but the disturbing-ness of the plot was definitely apparent, and her demeanor went from being relaxed to tense as the image of the skinned female flashed across the screen.

Riven slid over to her, and immediately, Flora fell into his arms, eyes still glued onto the screen. Letting out a small laugh, he threw the arm over her shoulders, allowing her tiny body to mold against his and her head lean against his shoulder.

All of a sudden, long slender limbs slid over his thighs, and he watched her legs shuffle under the impression of the blanket. Riven's heart began beating, and he couldn't focus on anything other than her bare legs on his lap, and he wished that he had worn shorts instead of sweatpants.

"You're right, that was disturbing," Flora giggled once the movie ended. They had stayed in the same position for the rest of the film, and Riven used his free arm to grab the remote, pausing the movie at the credits.

"I'm surprised you weren't that scared."

"I told you, I'm not the soft girl that you think I am," Flora said, in a teasing tone. Maybe Riven was just tired or delusional, but he sensed that Flora was flirting. With him?

"Oh, I know," he whispered, his eyes flickering to her lips, their faces only inches away from each other.

"Do you though?"

Testing her resolve, Riven slid a hand underneath the blanket, placing a large hand on her thigh. Her emerald eyes turned dark as she looked up at his eyes again, the smirk on his lips growing as he slowly squeezed her flesh, inching higher up her leg, pulling up the sweater.

"Riven-"

He pushed aside the fabric of her panties, the only thing that she was wearing underneath the sweater, and he could feel the wetness of her core immediately soaking his fingers.

"You're so wet for me, Flo."

"Shut up," was all she said before she grabbed his face and her lips crashed into his.

He couldn't get over how sweet she tasted. Riven was never the one for sweets, he liked it bitter and sharp, but Flora was the complete opposite. Her tongue glided against his lips, begging for entrance in which he granted, and Riven growled as their tongues battled for dominance.

All the sexual tension built up that night came out at once. Riven slipped a finger between her wet folds, causing her to moan in his mouth as his other hand grabbed onto her shoulder. He repositioned them so that Flora's back was against the couch cushions, his large body hovering over hers as a finger slipped inside of her.

"God, Riven," Flora breathed out as she broke away from the kiss to catch some air. She threw her head back as Riven pulled up the sweater to reveal her breasts, bouncing as his other hand pumped in and out of her.

Riven bit his lip as he stared at the fairy beneath him. She was like a goddess, hair splayed around her head like a halo, eyes twinkling in delight and pleasure as she locked eyes with him. Flora's dainty fingers reached up to play with her nipples and his mouth watered at the sight. He would've never thought that Flora, the shy and quiet Nature fairy, would be so promiscuous and turn him on the way that she was.

Riven inserted another finger inside of her and moved his thumb to her clit, rubbing small circles in the sensitive area and causing her to writhe in pleasure. He moved a hand to palm the globe of her breast, almost moaning at the feeling of her soft skin.

He swooped down, his hands continuing their motions, as he left light kisses up her sternum, to her collarbone, and up her neck. When he reached her lips, Riven paused, glancing at her plump pink lips before looking into her eyes, seeing if there was any regret or hesitation, but there were none.

Pressing his lips against hers, Riven allowed Flora's tongue to explore his mouth, and his hands could feel the walls around his fingers clench. A hearty moan escaped Flora's throat as she reached her climax, releasing herself into Riven's palm.

"Fuck!"

He smirked, pulling away from Flora to wipe his hand on his t-shirt, discarding the clothing item as he stood up from the couch.

"Let's finish this in the bedroom."

Flora bit her lip, catching her breath for a second before bolting into the shared room and throwing off Riven's sweater, leaving her in only her little pink panties. She sat on the bed, a teasing smile on her face as Riven closed the door, stepping out of his sweatpants.

As Riven pushed her back onto the bed and removed her panties in one swift move, Flora grabbed onto his shoulders, loving the feeling of his tensed muscles as his arms wrapped around her body. They locked lips once again, Flora's feet gripping onto the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down his legs, kicking them off his body, leaving the both of them completely nude.

"You know Flo," Riven said between kisses, as he moved from her lips to her neck.

Flora's body shivered, feeling Riven's rough hands glide down the sides of her body as he positioned himself over her.

"If you're ever stuck in Red Fountain again."

She almost cried out when she felt his tip tease her entrance, and Flora forced herself to lift her head up to watch Riven. The sight of him was oh, so hot, with his messy maroon hair, his hands gripping his cock, sliding it in teasingly between her wet folds, his muscular body shining with sweat.

"You're always welcome to come over," Riven winked, before thrusting inside of her.

inspired by the look of love by gins_potter on ao3