Is it time to switch the rating back to M for Mature? What do you think? This is steamy to me but might not be to other people. -Velvet
Pulling herself up beside Tyki, Star stared at the canopy above them. After she'd cast her spell, they'd lain there in the quiet, lavish suite on the mussed bed coverings without a word for some time.
"I hate that idea."
"What's that?" Tyki said.
Star mused aloud, "'You can't help who you love'. It's stupid. In my own world…where I come from, I mean…I'm a very upright, moralistic person. It's a little liberating to do something I think is wrong."
"Like wanting me. A murderous Noah."
"Exactly."
"So you do admit it," he gave her a sidelong look.
Confirming or denying it was pointless so she didn't say anything. She wouldn't tell him that so directly.
Tyki sighed delicately. "A Noah and an Exorcist. It makes my skin crawl."
"Then why are you laying here with me."
Tyki's eyes widened.
"You could've left this bed two hours ago. I released you from my spell a while back."
He made a shocked, angry sound.
"Now don't look at me like that, Tyki," Star chided. "You are enjoying my company, admit it."
Pushing himself up and around the edge of the bed, Tyki rose in one lithe movement. Star winced, thinking he might be angry enough to teach her a more serious lesson this time. But he only walked over the table in the middle of the room.
Without looking over at her, he said, "Come here, girl."
Star did as he said tentatively. Stood a little away from at the side of the table.
"Here." Tyki slid something across the table to her.
As he removed his hand, Star looked down at a small, beautifully ornate box. Like something you'd find on a lady's dressing table.
"Go on," he prompted when she hesitated.
Star opened the box. The equally pretty ornate tube inside of the box wasn't lipstick. More like a moisturizer really. She picked it up and turned the little dial on the bottom of the tube. Raised it to her face. A sophisticated, attractive scent that wasn't overpowering yet it wasn't meek either. Star, drawing a breath at it's presentation alone, immediately wanted to put it on. Instead, she hid her surprise and longing by dipping her head and putting it back in its velvety groove in the pretty box Tyki had handed her.
"Smells flowery."
"Yes."
"And it's purple. And white."
"Yes."
"So. What is it? Oleander and Akuma virus?"
"No, actually." He cast her an exasperated, slightly offended look. "Don't be so disenchanted at your age." After a small pause, he said, "Your lips were chapped when you stubbornly refused food or water."
She couldn't look at him and resisted fidgeting under his gaze.
"They're not chapped anymore. I don't need this," she said, chasing the urge to petulantly mumble the words at him out of her voice.
"Indulge me."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to."
Star shook her head.
"But—"
"I saw it and I thought of you."
Going still, Star's eyes widened in surprise.
"Did you now?"
"I did." He watched her pass her fingers over the ornate box he'd chosen for her.
Without giving it anymore thought, Star reopened the box, plucked up the chic lip moisturizes, and removed its cap. She adjusted the level raising it out of its tube, and looked Tyki right in the eyes while she applied it to her lips. Tyki watched her mouth as she spread it on and pressed her lips to even it out. Recapping and putting it back in the box, she gave him her full attention again.
"Well. Aren't you going to do it," Star said.
Tyki stood there, still as statue, like she'd nailed him in the foot or something and he was too stunned to move.
"Do what?"
"Kiss me, Noah," Star said boldly.
Tyki looked at her wordlessly.
"What's wrong, Tyki Mikk? Huh? You afraid of my Exorcist cooties or something? My Innocence spit won't kill you." Unless I want it too.
The Noah leaned down to her. He tilted Star's chin with gloved hand, raising her face to his. The rasp of his clothes. The warmth of his breath. Tyki's lips gently touched hers. He pulled away a few inches.
Opening her eyes, unaware she'd closed them, Star demanded—
"Kiss me in the mouth. Like you mean it." This time, he did, pressing himself to the front of her.
"How's that?" he said, one side of his mouth lifting in a challenging smile.
"Damn good." Star trembled and tried to keep the excitement and satisfaction coursing through her by countering with a question of her own. "How's it feel?" she asked.
"What?" Tyki frowned, staring at her lips like he was going to kiss her again.
"Mixing 'white' and 'black', Noah of Pleasure. You probably wouldn't have a problem with me at all if you were 'white' right now. But you're 'black' and I'm your enemy. Do you feel pleasure, being both at the same time?"
His response was to kiss her again. Very thoroughly.
Making out took them back to bed where Star had confessed that she wanted Tyki. Where Tyki hadn't exactly denied that he wanted her. They spent a good bit of time kissing and holding each other before dozing off in lazy comfort. Star slept with her fingers curled in his soft, full glossy hair. It was one of the hardest things to pull away from Tyki and leave him sleeping in the bed alone.
"You're really hot and you've got a super sexy body but while I'm here, I'm subject to some of the rules of your universe," she muttered." I don't want to become a Fallen One by accident or something unpleasant like that."
Star hesitated only a second. I really hate to do this… Slipping out of bed like some accidental late night turned early morning encounter, she thought, I'm not so different from your Eliade, am I, Krory. Who wanted to love you, even as an Akuma. And you, who wanted to love her even thought you were destined to be an Exorcist.