Hi my lovely readers!
We have a return to some smutty content after a fair few almost sickly sweet fluff chapters (which I love before anyone complains!)
Today is a new pairing and the first time I have written for Lyon. Oh, boy, do I love that man, he is so delicious and his smug exterior makes me want to sink my nails into him just to teach him a lesson! I am a wicked one...
This was a request by st on AO3, and I really hope you like it! :D
The next chapter will be in the Naruto book and then this back to Fairy Tail, so keep your eyes peeled and please check out my other works if you like what I write :)
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Much love smut lovers!
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Ice. Cold and unyielding.
The frozen splinters struck his heart, thin spiderwebs of ice crystals coating the wounded organ and spreading out into his veins in icy waves until he was entirely numb.
Rejected once again.
He should be used to it by now, it certainly wasn't for the first time, but each passing rejection opened fresh wounds and more ice poured into his heart. Surely it would stop beating soon? The cold he cannot feel, too well trained for the effects of the frozen liquid to have any foothold, but the pain, oh he felt that.
Lyon Vastia watched as the object of his affection turned from him, her eyes seeking out another and crushing his spirit under her well-heeled boot. She meant him no harm, kindness was her true nature, but her voice although soft and gentle hit their mark with deadly precision.
He could not watch; the light in those beautiful eyes as she found who she was searching for, the love that radiated from her as she lit up like a freshly ignited firework, and that cute almost imperceptible wiggle, it was too much. Yet his eyes remained fixed, frozen in their gaze as Juvia rushed to him, why did it have to be him of all people?
Once a friend, practically his brother by bond then turned enemy, and now begrudging ally and rival. The injustice of seeing the love that should be for him directed at Gray Fullbuster was almost too much to bear, and the fact that he rebuffed it? Well, that just made Lyon want to beat the idiot into the ground until he ate dirt and realised the error of his ways.
Hadn't he said he could not watch this? Then why was he continuing to stare as Gray held Juvia at arm's length, discomfort at her overtly amorous display written all over his scowling face?
A hand landed on his shoulder, he should have been surprised, but a tingle up his spine told him someone had been standing behind him for some time now, watching him in his moment of weakness.
Dainty unpolished nails sat atop his shoulder, the skin tanned with several thin bracelets around the wrist, "do you have something to say Cana, or are you merely enjoying my misery?" he asks quietly, watching as Gray stomps off with Juvia trailing after him taking his heart with her.
"How'd you know it was me?" the brunette asks curiously, her hand slipping away as Lyon turns to face her with a quirked brow.
Lyon smirks, bowing his head in an attempt at his normal chivalry, "I am always aware of the presence of beautiful ladies, but you haven't answered my question yet."
"Smooth line, you working on your charm skills for another unsuccessful attempt at wooing Juvia?" came the sassy reply, Cana stood with a hand on hip and a clearly unimpressed expression on her face, eyeing the Ice Mage suspiciously, once again dodging his initial question much to his annoyance.
His ire rising sharply, his normal indifference already cast to the side from his painful rejection and the growl is out before he can leash it, "spill it Cana, I'm in no mood for your nonsense or your sharp tongue!"
"Whatcha gonna do if I don't Vastia? Gonna spank me like I've been a bad girl, huh?" Her head cocks to the side, playing every part of the brat with stunning accuracy, aiming each word with measured confidence and the extra fluttering of lashes on her skin only adds to the overall package.
Cana Alberona is brat incarnate; brazen to a fault and with such a lush body that whispered of decadent pleasure. Nails that would surely rake into flesh marking her territory, hair that would spread like a dark halo on white sheets, and a mouth that would bring both pleasure and pain in equal amounts until you begged for mercy. Lyon had always pegged her for the dominant one in such intimate matters, but maybe she wished to be broken, to submit from a forceful hand that would admonish as well as brings the most exquisite pleasure.
Stunned for words, the playful bite of her retort finds their target and Lyon has to force himself not to back up. The heat is rising in his cheeks, but is it from embarrassment, irritation, or something else entirely? The easy smile on her glossed lips twist into something sinister, and at that moment he wonders what it would be like to rise to her challenge, how would it feel to sink into the darker part of him and indulge in something a little wicked, just to see how it feels.
As the silence stretches between them, Cana huffs out a breath and shakes her head in disappointment, "that's what I thought, all bark and no bite. Anyway, I did witness that sorry display and thought I might offer my assistance, not that you are likely brave enough to take me up..." she trails off, turning towards the bar with her eye firmly set on refreshing her now empty drink.
Assistance? What exactly did that mean...?
Her gait was that of a panther, slow and lethal with hips that swung like a pendulum, hypnotic in the tight hold of her buttery soft leather pants. He had to admit she was a very attractive girl, he had to be blind to think otherwise, but there was no pang in his heart like there was when he gazed upon the lovely and fair Juvia. A true shame, but the heart wants what the heart wants, despite his own almost being fully encased in ice.
His curiosity got the better of him, trailing after her like a lost puppy he sat heavily on the stool next to her at the bar. Lyon had not spent much time within the walls of the Fairy Tail guildhall but it felt welcoming in here, which seemed odd since he was a member of another guild.
It was hard not to note the differences between Fairy Tail and Lamia Scale; his own guild was much quieter with far fewer outbursts of madness, here you could hardly go five minutes without people brawling or the doors bursting open as eccentric characters tore in and out with wild stories and animated gestures. It was exciting to witness, but he could not be a part of such madness permanently, he would likely lose his sanity very quickly, but even so, he was welcomed as a friend and he appreciated the gesture.
With a fresh glass raised to her lips, Lyon waited until her eyes swung to him before he spoke, "what kind of assistance are you offering?" The words were hushed, he had no intention of anyone overhearing this conversation, but he had no way of knowing that Mirajane Strauss had an ear for gossip and could hone in on a conversation even as she stood seemingly minding her own business a good few feet away from the pair.
"Hmm, I dunno Vastia. I don't think you've got it in you..." she teased, one finger tracing lazy circles on the bar as he watched on in fascination, caught between wanting to look at her face and wanting to watch that lazy finger.
The steadying breath was more than necessary, she was playing with him like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. One wrong step and he would be tossed away, assistance be damned and he might never know what she was planning in that clever brain of hers.
"Cana," he warned in a low whisper, placing his own hand upon her to stop that incessantly moving digit, something about that movement was bothering him and it needed to end right now. He wasn't sure, he could be mistaken but did a shiver pass through her at his touch, an interesting observation...
Swallowing thickly, "please, will you tell me what you are thinking of?" he was lowering himself, offering her the upper hand and the opportunity to come out on top. It irked him to do so, but there would be no point in this conversation continuing if he weren't open to letting her appear to be the victor in their short verbal spat.
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It had been pitiful to witness, the gushed words of adoration towards a girl that was so obviously not interested. Cana had been caught between continuing to watch on, even though it was a painful sight, and wanting to walk away and forget all about it.
An internal war waged in her mind, stuck between her indecision to press ahead with what she truly wanted to do and backing off. She would be the first to admit that she had a nasty habit of overstepping boundaries, almost giddily passing over the mark of decency and not often realising her mistake until it was too late. Cana did not do this with any malicious intent, she simply believed herself to be an open book, not often taking into account that not everyone felt the same as her.
Lyon was a handsome guy; she had always found him easy on the eye, and the air of superiority that he gave off begged for her to test him, to see if he could be broken. She imagined him like a sleeping giant, docile in his restful state, but what might happen if she jabbed him enough that a sleepy eye blinked open?
Fuck it, life is too damn short not to take the opportunities gifted to you!
"Perhaps I was considering helping you in making Juvia jealous. She might see what she is missing out on if someone else is basking in your affection," she murmured nonchalantly, a gentle shrug of her shoulders as she gauged his initial reaction. Cana had expected him to sputter and deny that such tactics were needed, she had not expected what rushed from his mouth;
"Deal!" he stated, his hand shooting out. Cana was speechless, shocked at his eagerness to enter into her devious ploy, and for a brief moment, she stumbled, wondering if she had indeed made the right decision. That floundering sensation was quick to pass, the haze of her normal confidence filling her veins as she presented her own hand and slipped it into his outstretched one.
Did he feel that as well?
The buzz of pleasure that spiked her blood at the brief shared contact was enough to make her think she had consumed more alcohol than she actually had. Did she spy the widening of his eyes? The very faintest tinge of pink to cover his ears?
What have I agreed to?
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Lyon wasn't sure what had made him immediately accept her offer, whether it was indeed the desperation of tempting Juvia into truly looking at him, or whether it was simply to enjoy some female attention for once. That brief shake of their hands had felt... funny. Strangely intimate considering what Cana had offered.
He looked in the mirror above the sink, checking out his reflection and ready to give himself a quick pep talk. His fingers trailed through his silvery hair, it was not blue, he refused to believe it was a pale blue in colour. Silver was distinguished, pale blue was childish, and Gray knew to throw this in his face at every turn. Lyon pushed the hair around on his forehead until it fell in the exact way he wished for, sighing as his black eyes glanced up and down at his appearance.
He had debated on what to wear for far longer than was decent, cycling through every outfit he had brought with him on this trip, matching and re-matching shirts of various colours with pants and jackets. Lyon added a tie, threw it off in disgust, buttoned a tunic up to his throat, ripped the buttons open again as he prowled the room of the small inn like a damned caged beast.
Where was his calm and cold indifference? His normal confidence in himself and his abilities had gone missing in action, and he ground his teeth in frustration. All he had to do was engage Cana in some flirtatious chatter for the evening, and here he was feeling like a fucking schoolboy who had never spoken to a girl before.
His gaze ripped from the mirror, it would have to do, Lyon was out of time and out of options. He strode for the door, pressing nails into his palms to settle his irritation, and ventured into the night, wondering what the evening would bring.
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Cana didn't know why she was nervous, it had been her idea in the first place, and it felt pretty hypocritical of her to now want to pull out of the arrangement. She fidgeted with the dress she had haphazardly thrown on, fingers twisting into the hem that was a little shorter than she usually wore. True, she was more than used to wandering around the guildhall in nothing but a bikini top and fitted pants, but this felt different.
Soft and feminine, and those were not words that people used to describe her.
Lyon was only doing this because he wanted to gain the attention of Juvia, this was not a date, and he most certainly was not interested in Cana. It was a shame seeing as she could barely stand the Fairy Tail men, they were utterly ridiculous; the elder men allowing for the nonsense she had witnessed day in day out growing up here, and the young idiots were exactly that, idiots.
The target was in position, sat at a lone table dazedly staring into her drink with eyes that would swing to the door whenever it opened, only to fall back to her drink when she noted it wasn't Gray walking in. Her shoulders slumped, Cana felt a pang of sympathy for the Water Mage, it never felt good when someone did not return your affection, and this situation she was getting involved in could get rather messy if she wasn't careful.
That very door opened, the cool winter air stealing inside as a tall figure swept inside and dusted off the snowflakes that had settled on his shoulders.
Lyon.
The towering figure with broad shoulders and sweeping silver locks that spiked upwards with bangs that fell into his eye. Fingers twitched the sudden desire to sweep that hair from his eyes so she could look unobscured into his obsidian eyes. He looked good, real good and she watched his gaze sweep over the people inside, landing on Juvia and his step faltering until he slid his gaze onwards and rested on Cana.
His snow white dress shirt stretched taut over his chest, highlighting the muscles that lay underneath and she eyed the gold trim that laced his cuffs and collar. The shirt was tucked into navy pants with a black belt resting on his hips with a silver buckle that matched his hair. A beautiful navy jacket completed the outfit, detailed in gold on the lapels and a swirling golden thread that weaved an intricate pattern that wrapped over his shoulders.
Lyon had greeted Juvia, saying only a short hello instead of trying to smother her in warm words right from the get-go. The blue haired girl had returned the greeting, frowning at the shorter than usual interaction and watching the silver haired Ice Mage approach the bar where Cana sat.
She smiled, maybe this would work after all.
Cana leapt to her feet, arms flying around Lyon's neck as she threw herself into his body. "She's watching, I'm gonna kiss your cheek then you kiss mine, ok?" she whispered, face hidden by his tall body as she stretched up on tippy toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, a cheek that was quick to turn pink from where her lips had landed.
His scent was invigorating, crisp like freshly fallen snow and spiked with traces of grapefruit, so sharp and tangy. Cool lips fell to her cheek, his arms curling cautiously around her back, hands moving around as if he weren't sure where to place them before they ended up on the small of her back. The kiss was soft and swift, an icy experience that made her think of the surface of a lake freezing over in the cold winter months.
"Good evening sweetheart," he cooed, loud enough for it to carry across the room and hit their target. They had agreed to put on an act, it might be embarrassing but they would play the roles of a newly courting couple and see what reaction that caused before deciding on if further action was needed.
Despite knowing this, hearing Lyon call her sweetheart sent a pleasant shiver over her bare skin and she gulped in his continued embrace. Finally, she was able to step back, enjoying the twinkle in his midnight eyes as a smile stretched out on his delicious looking lips.
She led them to a nearby booth, twining her fingers with his and pulling him behind her before pushing him into a seat and sitting opposite so she could watch the reactions of Juvia without seeming too obvious. They were far enough away that they could converse normally, adding in small touches here and there along with coy smiles and fluttering lashes.
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Cana looked amazing, completely different from her normal appearance, not that she didn't always look attractive, this was entirely different. A vision of demure beauty had greeted him, long chestnut hair that fell in a straight curtain down her back, a muted yellow sundress that left her sun-kissed shoulders and arms on display and wrapped tightly around her waist before the skirt flared out around her hips and thighs.
This image of Cana contradicted every other image he held of her. It softened her edges and made him peer a little closer, spying the uncertainty of a girl who presented a tough exterior to keep herself from harm. An interesting thought, and one he had not previously even considered.
"What made you want to do this for me?" he asked, genuinely curious as to why she was going to such lengths for someone she had no strong link with. They had chatted on a few occasions, but they were acquaintances at best and almost strangers at worst.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a coy smile likely for Juvia's benefit slid into place before she replied, "everyone deserves a chance at love, and Juvia maybe does not realise how childish Gray is being. Your intentions seem... honourable. They are honourable aren't they Vastia? You aren't simply trying to get her into your bed?"
Lyon didn't know where to look, the piercing gaze that fell on him speared him on the spot. He didn't like that she kept referring to him as Vastia, it made it seem like they were not friendly and it irked him more than he cared to admit. Made his shoulders lift, a twitch beating in his eyelid with every use of it. He longed to grip her chin and force her to call him Lyon, but he held back.
"Of course my intentions are honourable. You think so low of me that I would bed a girl then toss her aside? You wound me Ms Alberona," he retorted, feathers well and truly ruffled. He saw the little smirk that twisted her plush lips, the glint of wickedness that flickered in her brown orbs. She was playing with him again, her knee brushed him beneath the wooden table and he stiffened.
A slim finger reached out to stroke at the back of his hand, lazily circling patterns into his skin as she shrugged, "Then why don't you tell me how you would treat me if this were a real date huh? How would you woo me?"
Now if that wasn't a loaded question, he didn't know what was.
His eyes swept around the bar, looking to where Mira stood chatting away as she poured drinks and kept an eye out for brewing trouble. Clearly, she wasn't aware of the trouble brewing in this very booth, the ominous storm cloud that gathered overhead threatening to burst at any moment.
"I'd start by complimenting you, telling you how beautiful you look in that pretty yellow dress," he mused, lifting her hand and raising it to his lips, "I'd kiss your knuckles, hesitating over the skin as if I could not bear to be parted from it," he continued before doing exactly as described.
Lyon liked the flutter of her dark lashes, unsure if it were for the show they were trying to put on or if it were from his touch on her hand. A hand that was starting to tremble and heat in his grip, he smiled and sent a spike of cool ice towards her. Cana gasped, a small jerk to her body as she felt that cool sweep steal over her flesh, raising the hairs in its wake.
She was easy to bait, falling into the well-laid traps he had placed. This was exactly what he'd do if he were trying to court her, and now that he thought about it again, it wasn't a bad idea. Cana was interesting, yes, she was a damn tease but there was more hidden beneath the mask she wore and he wanted a glimpse.
"Such a charmer," she purred, leaning over the table and gifting him an excellent vantage of her chest, arms pressing together and practically presenting herself to him. He let his gaze wander down before forcing himself to meet her eye again, she smirked knowing full well what she was doing. Trying to wrestle the dominance over the situation away from him, refusing to let him win, and that only made him all the more competitive in the need to break her.
It was strange that he had not thought of Juvia since they started this little back and forth, he had no idea if she were even watching and what was most wondrous was the fact that he did not care, this was far more fun. The frozen shell around his heart cracked, a fissure running deep into the ice and he absently rubbed at his chest.
"I aim to please sweetheart," he crooned. His thigh pressed between her knees, parting them easily as Cana watched him warily, yielding for now but on alert to his devious ways. "I'd take you on a walk if the weather was not too severe," he continued as if he had not just made her spread her legs for him, "offer you my jacket if it was cold, wrapping it around your shoulders and placing your arm through mine so I could guide us."
A soft sigh floated to him, tickling his senses, strangling him of normal thoughts. His mind was aflutter with suddenly lewd images; Cana spread out in his bed, that soft sigh in his ear as he lay braced above her in a tangle of limbs, making her see stars with every sweep of his fingers. He had to get a hold of himself, his pants were achingly tight as the start of an embarrassing erection formed.
"Where would you take us?" she asked, voice low and breathy, eyes glazed as she peered at him. The brazen Cana Alberona was turning into a simpering mess from his words, the power trip was incredible, but it did nothing for stopping the pain that was building in his groin.
He mused for a moment, picturing where he would take her. He had imagined this 'date' a thousand times but with Juvia, knowing on instinct that he would lead them somewhere they could look upon the water, but where would he take Cana?
The image popped into his mind, a smile tugged into place, "I'd take us to the very top of Kardia Cathedral. The best view of the city, and even better at night with the soft twinkling lights below and the stars above, I'd hope you would find it as romantic as I do."
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This was not going the way she had planned; her resolve was crumbling into nothing but a pile of soot at her feet. A quick glance at Juvia, the Water Mage did indeed seem intrigued by their intimate looking situation but there was no fiery jealousy to be found within her warm gaze, only mild curiosity.
Had anyone ever spoken of taking her on such a date before? In short, no. The few times she had felt the unbearable need to take care of the desires within her when her own hand had no longer been enough, each time had revolved around getting rip-roaring drunk and stumbling into the nearest welcoming bed. The experiences were not bad, but they certainly weren't memorable and that was what she was longing for now.
Cana had not realised how far the pair had inched closer over the table, their faces were almost too close for comfort, and indeed she did squirm. That wriggle only made her now slightly parted thighs rub against the leg that was planted between her own, and her breath hitched as Lyon's smile turned dark.
She had to turn the tables, make him the fumbling mess, Cana was always the one in charge during intimate acts, and feeling like she no longer had the power was a rather unsettling feeling.
"Would you try to fuck me up on that roof Vastia?" she whispered, tipping her head to the side as the blush bloomed bright on his cheeks, eyes widening from her sudden lewd words.
Cana barely caught the movement, the quick lift of his hand until he was gripping her chin and pressing himself forward until he was speaking directly in her ear, "first of all, it's Lyon and secondly, you best watch that mouth of yours or I can find ways to keep it stuffed up."
An icy chill raced over her jaw from where he held her, sliding down her neck and journeying to her breasts to settle over her nipples which pebbled fast from the cool sensation. Her mind scrambled, clinging desperately to sanity, she did not wish to become involved with someone that was only using her for his own gain.
Eyes cut to Juvia who was watching with a smile on her face, her own gaze soft and almost happy looking as she watched what must have looked rather intimate from her position. She had no idea of the lewd words she had flung at Lyon like a weapon, and the charged response from him that spoke of the carnal things he would do to keep her quiet.
They were too close, his nose slid along her own and her pulse throbbed under the pad of his thumb that stroked one languid circle over it. Was he going to kiss her? Would she let him?
Suddenly, movement caught her eye. The figures of two men mid squabble barged in, heads almost bashing against one another and she knew it was Gray and Natsu before her gaze lifted high enough to see their faces and the stark contrast in hair colours. Juvia was moving, running for them as a rather pissed off Lucy joined the fray to part the males.
The group didn't stop moving, entering the guildhall and striding out of sight within the blink of an eye. Their performance was over, there was no captivated audience anymore and Cana felt deflated that she would not find out if Lyon would kiss her or not.
She removed his hand and pressed her back into her seat, escaping to a suitable distance, yet he did not withdraw his knee, did not let the look on his handsome face change as he watched her attempt to retreat.
"Seems this was unsuccessful, sorry Vastia. I'd be happy to try again sometime if you still wish for the assistance," and with those rushed words she flew to her sanctuary at the bar. Safely away from both the heat and cold of his presence, letting herself piece herself back together again.
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Cana was running. Running from him and what could have happened, what he wanted to happen. Teeth ground in annoyance, a tight fist clenched by his side as he stared at her back, the stiffness in her shoulders that spoke of the tight coil of tension within her. He knew all too well of that tension for it was the same that resided within him.
A figure obscured his view, Mirajane stood over him, smiling down with a drink in hand that landed before him and made him blink in confusion, "it's on the house, drink it and I swear you'll feel better," she stated, not waiting for a response before she turned on her heel and deposited a matching drink in front of Cana. He watched in confusion as Mira gripped Cana's hand, a kindly smile on her lips as they parted to speak words he could not hear.
He eyed the drink, it looked almost like a shot of alcohol, definitely not something he would usually select but maybe Mira was right, this would make him feel better. Lyon lifted the glass at the exact same moment as Cana, unaware of her action, heads tipped back in unison as they gulped the drink down and shuddered.
Unbeknown to the pair, a thin silver ring appeared around their eyes and a pleasant shiver raced up their spines...
Dragon Water!
Blood pumped, adrenaline coursing. He wanted to march right over there and pin her to the bar, mark her with his lips and teeth until she begged him for mercy. Where were these thoughts coming from? Everything seemed suddenly overwhelming, the need for action that hummed in his veins and almost had him lifting from his seat.
He watched Cana stiffen, the hand that moved to run across her thigh as she covertly attempted to press them together, and then she was off. Darting for the door like a gazelle that knew it was being stalked by a predator.
Lyon gave chase.
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Mirajane hummed quietly, aware of the ripple of movement from the fleeing Cana and the pursuing Lyon but not concerned by it. She knew what she was doing, she acted in their best interest and that push had been needed.
Lyon had to get over Juvia, they were not meant to be. Gray would realise his foolishness in due course and if Lyon still pined for Juvia when that happened, he would be truly heartbroken and she did not wish that upon anyone. Plus Lyon needed someone who would challenge him, a girl that would put up a fight and not merely lie down at his feet.
As for Cana, she needed companionship and it wasn't going to be found within the guild. Her mistrust over past actions and the continued ignorance of the Fairy Tail men would forever sour her impression of them. Who better to take up the challenge that was Cana, than an ally from a friendly guild. A man that would treat her with the respect she deserved and make her feel wanted and desired.
Only a few drops of the Dragon Water had been added to the shot of alcohol, don't ask where she got it for she will never tell. It was true that Dragon Water lowered inhibitions, but it would not make a person do something that they truly did not already wish to do. This pair simply needed that final shove to act, and if Mira had to facilitate that then she was more than willing to do so.
She wished them luck in whatever transpired and went back to tending the bar and watching for the next mischief that lay around the corner.
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Her heart was in her throat, legs burning with exertion as she flew down the snow covered street without mind for falling headlong into the many snowbanks. She was being followed, the distance between them being eaten up as he sped for her.
Why was she running? Cana wanted him desperately, but in her mind, she needed to know he wanted her back. If he chased after her then surely that meant he did want her, and she could then wind him around her finger until he was a pleading mess.
She skidded on a small patch of frozen snow, losing her footing for only a second, but it was enough to end the chase. Two hands grabbed her round the waist, lifting her from the snow covered ground and slamming her against a hard body that trembled from the laboured breathing and wild heartbeat.
"You'll catch your death out here!" he reprimanded, not what she had expected but touched by the concern nonetheless. Lyon spun her around, letting her feet meet the ground but keeping a tight hold on her hips as if scared she would bolt again.
Her arms slipped inside his jacket, under his arms until she stroked at his strong back. The jacket was pulled around her and Cana sighed into that warm feeling of bodily contact. Her face tipped up to look at him and that was a mistake.
Lyon was literally smouldering with intensity, the tight clench of his jaw and the deep furrow of his brow as he swept her into his gaze. He was pissed, and that excited her. Awaking that bratty spirit that she adored to play with.
She pressed her chest into his, making him stoop until she could plant a searing kiss on his lips. It surprised him enough that his grip loosened and that was all she needed as she quickly unwound from him and sped off around the corner, a trail of laughter in her wake.
It was a dangerous game, both in terms of the slippery terrain and the fearsome growl that followed after her. She would be in trouble if he caught her again, but that was what she wanted after all. Cana rounded another corner and came face to face with a solid wall made of ice, she skidded to a halt with both hands coming up to brace on the frozen surface.
"Where are you going to run to now, hm?" the voice was low, almost feral in its ferocity and she trembled, waiting for the pounce. Heart hammering her want, the seep of heat that spread between her legs and could not be stifled from the frigid air around her very undressed form.
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He had finally halted her, having thrown more magic than was truly necessary into creating the impenetrable wall of ice that blocked her path.
He wrapped himself around her, feeling the sting of the frozen temperature on her skin and wishing to take it from her, she should not be out in here in only a dress. Hands wandered, skimming the hem of her dress, groaning when she rubbed her butt directly against his crotch and his mouth fell to her shoulder. His kiss was harsh and punishing, annoyed that she would put her health at risk, truly furious that she would run from him.
"Lyon," she whined and that one word splintered the ice encasing his heart, feeling the triumphant beat of the organ that was thumping for no one else but Cana. He wanted to take her right here and now, but this was not where it would happen, he would make her his in his bed where he could see her face and ensure her warmth and comfort.
"See I have a suspicion," he whispered in her ear, teeth tugging on the flesh before he continued, "you like to play the naughty girl, so bratty with your wicked mouth, but I suspect that you would like nothing more than to be a very good girl, am I correct?"
The gasp was answer enough, he was indeed right about his assumptions and he was happy to prove his theory to her, but not here. He tore his jacket off, sliding it over Cana's cold skin, and lifted her easily into his arms, but not before they shared a kiss that spoke of passion and excitement for what lay ahead.
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Skin slick with sweat. The heat rippled in waves over bare flesh. The twist of sheets that bunched in tightly fisted hands.
It had taken them minutes to arrive in his room and even less time for them to be tumbling to the bed. A mass of writhing limbs that craved attention and pulsed with desires. Her lips were juicy, perfect for suckling that lower lip into his greedy mouth, listening to the mewls it elicited. She was so very responsive to his every touch, and touch he did. His fingers had traced every inch of her once that pretty dress had been ripped from her supple body, the swell of her breasts that he splayed his hand over, delighting as she arched into his touch, wanting more and more.
He obliged, ruining her bra in the process but no matter. Her fingers sunk into his silvery locks, fixing him in place as his mouth took over the ministrations, the long sweep of his tongue as it teased her nipples with such fervour and Cana was already coming apart at the seams.
She let him ravish her, basked in the warmth of his skin against her own. Enjoyed running her hands over the bunched muscles of his shoulders and back before diving deep into the soft hair. Her hips ground on the bed, thighs parting to cradle his lower half still encased in tight black underwear. Her own panties were damp from arousal, the rub of them and the cotton of Lyon's briefs was tantalising but she needed more, wished for the direct contact that may cool her blood and allow her to think more clearly.
Cana fought with him, struggling until she was able to hook her leg around his thigh and flip them over. He chuckled, watching through hooded lids as she lifted his arms above his head, holding them there as if he could not break that hold if he wished.
"Let me be the good girl you think I want to be Lyon, let me worship you," she purred, circling her hips over the erection placed exactly against her damp centre. He groaned before giving a quick nod. Her nails racked at his skin, mouth descending to trace the lines of definition on his torso, a pink tongue darting out to tease at his nipples, why should it only be the girl that gets such pleasure?
She wanted to be more than good, to please him with everything she had to give and a small part of her was scared of that acknowledgment. Cana shook it away as she lowered down, her tongue laving a path towards his navel and lapping like a hungry kitten at the muscled 'v' that led into his underwear. She cupped him through the cotton fabric, a dark stain blooming on the front as she wrapped a hand around his length and stroked gently.
The hissing of breath between clenched teeth made her look up, Lyon's eyes were alight with unfettered lust and it spurred her on. She eyed the erection that sprung forth and fell upon it like a starved beast.
"Jeez Cana, sl-slow!" he hissed, one hand falling to her head to pull her back. She blushed, embarrassed by her own desires overriding everything, she noted him winding her chestnut hair around his hand and placing an apologetic kitten lick to his tip.
"So eager," he cooed, head leaning backwards on the pillow as she sheathed her teeth and bobbed her head up and down at a slower pace. Lyon was in heaven, being worshipped by such an exotic beauty and her mouth felt like paradise. She stroked him, her tongue exploring and running along the prominent vein as he slowly pressed towards her throat.
He was gentle but he could not stop his hand from helping her with the rhythm, pressing her down until almost his entire length disappeared into her welcoming throat, and that sight had him wanting to buck and writhe on the bed, to fuck her throat raw, but he clung on.
Cana's pace quickened. The wet noise of her mouth on him charged the air, and when her teeth slipped forward to graze his sensitive skin he cursed aloud and yanked on her hair with force, "naughty Cana, behave!" he commanded.
He pulled her from him, determined not to come down her throat although knowing she would love it, would swallow it down greedily. No, he would have them releasing together, nothing else would satisfy the burning itch in his soul.
Lyon braced on his elbows and forced Cana to sit along his length, the rub of his cock on the damp cotton of her panties made her mewl and whimper, "Lyon, please."
The silver haired male caught her wrists in one hand and held them behind her back, the other hand sliding between them to move her panties to the side and tease along her slick folds. Fingers retreating as he sucked her juices from his digits, all whilst she watched and squirmed.
"You like to be on top don't you?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He would indulge her desire, but this was happening on his terms.
"Yes," she breathed, shallow pants leaving her lips as her glazed eyes turned to focus on him, being denied time and again as he stroked her with his length, the tip pressed firmly on her throbbing clit, and it was delicious agony.
He chuckled, "and I guess what Cana wants, Cana gets, right? Lift yourself up, sweetheart." He waited patiently as her knees sunk into the mattress, lifting until he could align himself with her entrance. She tried to grind down but one hand held her wrists and the other gripped her hip in place, and she hissed at him. Hissed like a damned angry cat, it amused him, as did the look that spread over her face as he pressed her down in one forceful descent.
"Fu-fuck!" she cried, her walls forced apart as their bodies joined together. His cock fully disappeared into her pussy and he waited, wouldn't let her move, wouldn't let her set the pace she wished for.
Lyon was letting her be on top, but she was most definitely not in charge. She was being held in his iron grip, and he would not be dissuaded from the punishing tempo that he set. Lifting her up and making her fuck herself on his shaft as she struggled for freedom, tears welling in her eyes at being denied the speed she wanted.
This lasted mere seconds but it felt like hours to Cana, her insides squirmed and pulsed around him, begging for a release that was ready to unleash at a moment's notice. Never had she been so easy to tip over into orgasm, normally it required a lot of work and effort from her own hand to bring it on, but right now she was a wanton mess that begged for it.
"Please, please Lyon, please. Lyon, fuck me, please," it was like an exalted chanting, reverential in how she begged and pleaded for him to have mercy on her body, on her soul, on her sanity!
Lyon was merciful, her wrists becoming free and she fell forward to drape on his body. Chests rubbed against each other as lips were sought out. He continued to hold her in place but his hips thrust upwards, faster and faster as she moaned into his mouth, teeth tugging on lips.
His shaft impaled her again and again, each upward motion becoming more forceful until she was practically bouncing atop him. He loved the way her walls clenched, trying to pin him in place and not allow his retreat, but what he loved most was her sweet mouth. It tasted sugary, so soft and pliant and the whispered words of dripping honey were true in their intent.
Cana was a brat who wished to be an angel, and Lyon could make that happen. He forced her to submit, to let herself become vulnerable in the knowledge that he would allow nothing to harm her. He would make her feel so good, stroke her to undeniable pleasure, and make her feel like the most loved treasure in the world.
The ice around his frozen heart was a melted puddle of water, new emotions rushing over him as he fucked her, made love to her, and worshipped every inch of her skin.
Their shared orgasm was mind-shattering, the loud moans of names filling the air as they heaved and tingled from the spikes of pleasure. The aftershocks that had them trembling in their lovers embrace, lips that pressed sweet feather-like kisses into sweat-soaked skin.
How long they lay in that afterglow, the tangle of limbs that continued to stroke and tease, no desires to dress and part ways. It may have started out as an itch in need of scratching, but this was more, and they knew it as they lay in the shared warmth. Enjoying amiable chatter with the first flutterings of butterflies in their stomachs.
Lyon's frozen heart now thumped with new desire, desire for a girl that finally realised that she could be an angel, in the right hands...