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-Dark-
Deez had been mistaken for Harry or T, by someone who wanted them dead.
That's what he'd been missing earlier.
By no means was he okay with what those two had been up to. He'd been doing his best to just push it out of his head. It was an ugly task, but one he understood had to be done.
He just didn't know why they couldn't give the list to Maleficent and wash their hands of it. She'd clearly gone along with it.
Now that he knew more of the story though? Knew that Deez had been attacked because of her disguise. He exhales heavily.
No wonder Uma and Harry had been so stiff when Jame's had delivered the news about the newly formed gang this morning. Because they knew, or at least guessed.
He grimaces.
T.
What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck had he been thinking? The scene James had described had been… Disturbing to hear at the least.
His eyes dart to Deez who was still climbing down the cliff. Did she know what T had done? He closes his eyes and lets his forehead rest against the cool rock.
T wouldn't have done something that atrocious in front of her, would he?
He honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure right now. And the realization made his stomach turn.
At least she was talking about how killing someone, even in self-defense, was affecting her. It bothered him to his core that Harry and T hadn't so much as referenced it.
Killing Frollo in an act of rage had been one thing- But this whole culling thing? It just felt wrong.
He was going to have to talk to them about this. Tell them that he wasn't okay with it. Like at all.
What were the long term effects on the two of them going to be? He was already worried about T's mental state, and not because of Faustina.
He could just tell something had been eating at him for weeks.
It hurt that he wasn't talking to him about it, but he didn't want to push either.
He was regretting that decision now though.
And Harry? This little venture had nearly killed him.
He sighs. This just all around seemed a bit too dark. Too gruesome. Were they going to be able to come back from this self-appointed mission?
He jumps down the remainder of the cliff. He didn't want to think about that right now. Not when he couldn't do anything about it.
His eyes linger on Deez as she works her way down. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth.
No.
There was no way T had dragged her to watch him slaughter someone this morning.
If she'd been this affected by killing one person- Then she'd be beside herself if she saw what T had done this morning.
And as much as he hated secrets between family members, he didn't want to be the one to tell her.
Didn't want her to know, period. He rubs the back of his neck roughly.
Ugh.
He hated this.
Hated the position he'd found himself in.
Hated lying to her.
Hated what knowing the truth might do to her.
It was just so- so- it felt impossible. To know what the right thing to do was.
Black and white.
Evil and good.
Moral and unethical.
When had they all melded together?
When had the lines shifted?
Killing was wrong.
But so was what those men were doing.
When had they blurred to the point he couldn't distinguish them. A chill runs down his spine at the realization.
Those men, the ones who'd hurt kids- They… Deserved to be punished, but did T deserve to be the executioner?
How was that fair?
"Catch?" Deez looks down once she's closer.
"Of course," He forces a grin on his lips as he races over to where he had better access to her, easily catching her once she lets go of her handholds.
He chuckles as he pulls her to his chest. "So, what happened after you and T left the city?" He prompts her to continue her story.
She frowns, "I think I got stuck or something."
"Stuck?" He asks, already heading in the direction of the cave.
"I don't know how else to describe it." Her brow furrows as she looks at her hands, "Like everything was really fast but also happening really slow. Lights were bright and dark. I could hear everything or nothing. Things were really close or far away. It was weird."
He tilts his head to the side. That sounded draining. Draining and confusing.
His eyes narrow. "It sounds weird," He agrees with her, "definitely something we should talk to Yensid about."
This, all of it, was something they should probably be talking to Yensid about. How would the old mage feel about all of this?
He hugs Deez closer to his chest as another shiver runs down his spine. "But you're not feeling like that now are you?"
Deez shakes her head, "It went away after I slept."
He sighs in relief. At least there was that. At least she'd been able to sleep after that. "I'm proud of you for being able to defend yourself, push come to shove I always knew you would." It was part of the reason he wasn't as hard on her as the others were.
Deez, for all the powerhouse she was, wasn't a fighter.
She was a lot of things. Better things.
She was an artist. An advocate. A lover. An overall inspiration to everyone lucky enough to know her.
But never a fighter. Never one for unnecessary violence. Not someone who wished harm on others, let alone a killer.
Still, he'd never questioned her ability to defend herself.
They were alike in that way.
More than capable of violence, but chose not to use it.
Chose not to hurt on an Isle that all but demanded it.
Deez slowly looks up at him, her expression almost confused before she smiles and throws her arms around his neck. "Thank you. That-" He feels her press her lips to his shoulder, "That's all I wanted someone to see. And, it feels nice to know you're proud," She slowly pulls back, "not of what I did, but that I can."
He grins at her, "I mean it. Both the knowing and the pride… Don't like it much, and hope you're never forced to ever do it again. But at the end of the day, you did what you had to and I can respect that." He kisses her forehead.
He honestly doubted he would have been able too. He probably would have knocked the man out- But he doubted he'd have brought himself to kill him.
Alike but different, and in a way he could respect.
No one should attack a girl.
Especially not his girl.
Their girl.
"I hope so too." Deez admits softly, "I feel better knowing he wanted to kill me, and would have hurt others if I had just gotten away, but it still- feels gross."
He hugs her closer, pressing her tighter to his chest. The heat seeping off of her warms him to his bones despite the lingering chill of his thoughts. "I think that's normal."
At least he hoped that's what was normal.
"Taking a life- That's something that shouldn't be taken lightly." Fuck only knew what it was doing to the other two. "It's a relief to know that it made you feel that way." He admits with a heavy sigh. "That it didn't destroy you, but didn't sit well with you either."
"You're worried about Harry and T though."
"Are you not?"
"I am." Deez furrows her brow and looks out over the waves, "I'm worried, I just-" she sighs as she looks up again, "I know I don't understand everything about this situation."
"If it helps, neither do I." He bites his lip.
Part of him liked staying in the dark on this, despite his earlier anger about family not keeping secrets.
He just- knew enough to know he didn't want to know all of it. But the pieces were there, and if he or Deez so chose it would be easy enough to fill in the rest.
Sea Gods! He prayed she didn't want the rest either.
"But I told Harry he didn't have to tell me if he didn't want to. All I want is for him to figure out a way to do what he has to do that he can live with later. Same with T." She sighs.
He nods solemnly. So she knew enough of what they were doing to give them sage advice, at least.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Her knowing enough to give such deep advice?
And did either of them, Harry or T, really know what they could or couldn't live with when it came to this?
The thought makes him pause. "I'm glad someone did." He sighs as he places her down once they hit the entrance of the cave. "This is some… Dark stuff they're dabbling in."
"That's what Harry said too." She wraps her arms around his wrist, "He said he just wanted to protect me from the darkness of the Isle since it hadn't touched me yet."
"I can understand that. I don't want it touching you either." He admits with a sigh.
Just, at what cost? Didn't Maleficent have a dungeon? His stomach turns again. "I'm scared for them."
"I am too." Deez leans her forehead against his side.
"Oh thank god." He hangs his head back in relief.
It felt nice saying it out loud.
It felt even better that he wasn't the only one thinking it.
"I just," She holds herself to him tighter, "I learned a long time ago that people are going to do what they think is best, and sometimes all I can do is watch it happen and hope for the best. And be there if they need anything."
"Sometimes," He sighs, "But other times I think they need to have some sense knocked into them. I don't think they've thought through all the repercussions of this." He gestures to her before he plucks at her hoodie. "Clearly."
"No." She shakes her head, "And now T is going hardcore to fix it."
He grimaces, "Is that what he thinks he's doing?"
"He was really upset that someone thought I was part of a gang or something, and if they attacked me," She sighs, "I'm trying to not connect things, but I know I'm scared they could start going after other urchins that dress like him, so he must be scared too."
He closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths before he opens them again.
He takes her hand, leading her to the wall before he sits down and pulls her to his lap. "Just sit with me for a minute, please?"
"I was about to ask for this too." She admits before she turns to face him, straddling his lap as she clings to him.
"Thank you." He reaches out to lightly grip her shoulder with one hand while the other plays with her hair, "You're so incredible you know that?"
And she was. On every level.
"You care about everyone so deeply. Love so freely. Think about others, advocate for so many. You don't get told that enough. I don't tell you that enough. How much I admire you. You could have become a tyrant. Could have used your powers to hurt others. But instead, you work so hard to control them. You rise above so many. Facing your fears head-on. You're just-" He kisses the tip of her nose, "Incredible."
She blinks up at him, her blue eyes glassy as she looks him over before she tilts her head to the side, "I don't know what to say." She admits as she stares at him in awe.
He gently wipes away her tears with his thumbs. His hands dwarf her face as he tenderly cups her chin. "That's okay, I figured you wouldn't." He grins down at her. "You can't see it, but I assure you it's the truth. You stand out like a star in the sky through the barrier. So rare, yet so beautiful. On so many levels. You really are a Treasure that we're lucky to have."
No, it was more than that. "That I'm lucky to have."
"You really see all that in me?" She whispers, her voice hesitant.
"And so much more." He wipes another of her tears away as he looks down at her allowing the warmth in his chest to melt away what was left of the chill, "I don't know how, but you've managed to stay so pure on an isle of trash, and it's just- well, it's incredible." He kisses her, allowing himself to push away everything else. Put the world on hold if only for this moment. To breathe and tell Deez exactly what he thought-felt about her.
After all, if not now, when?
"How optimistic you are." He whispers against her lips as he holds her closer, "How stubborn you can be." He kisses her deeper before he pulls back to watch the silly smile that tugged on her lips. Like she was somehow drunk off his lips.
His chest puffs with pure male satisfaction. That was him. He was doing that. Making her forget the bad. Helping her to stay in this moment with him.
"How dedicated and hard working. If I didn't know you were related to Uma, it wouldn't have been hard to guess with how deeply you love those you deem worthy." He smiles against her lips. "Those of us lucky enough to be deemed worthy." He kisses her again, this time lacing their fingers together to further connect them.
"And you see things so differently, look for it so completely, that you find the worth in so many more than the rest of us. You see what others might miss or even dismiss." His tongue sweeps over her bottom lip "You're such an inspiration and you don't even know it- But that's okay cause I can see it." He whispers as he connects their foreheads, her surprised blue orbs meeting his with amazement.
Incredible.
It was always so incredible how little she saw herself.
How little she knew herself when she tried so hard to know everyone else.
He didn't care how long it would take. How hard the battle might be. One day he was going to show her the way he saw her.
The hope she inspired in him.
The love and caring that sent warmth flaring through his chest.
The empathy she had that ignited his own.
"I'm happy that's what you see." She smiles before she presses her lips to his palm as he wipes another tear away.
"You're so blind to yourself Deez." He slowly shakes his head against hers. "You connect so much but can't ever seem to understand how vital you are, to us. To me. It hurts sometimes that you can't- But I know between the five of us we'll get you there." He promises her. "That I'll eventually get you there."
Assuming two of them didn't succumb to the darkness they were flirting with.
He shoves the dark thought away.
No. Not right now.
Not in this moment.
Not when he felt he was finally getting through to her.
He could worry about the others later. Right now?
Right now it was just about her.
His Treasure.
His Treasure and all the incredible things that made her who she was.
"You're just so much more than what you give yourself credit for." He carefully tips her chin up and kisses her lips again, effectively silencing her denial.
She blinks rapidly before she wraps her arms around his neck and runs her fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss as she presses herself to his chest.
He pulls away when his lungs burn with a lack of oxygen, breathing hard. "Wow." He chuckles. "I really haven't shared that enough with you, have I?" He grins against her lips.
"I- I hope, and wish, and try so hard to be all the things you see in me."
"I wouldn't be able to say them if they weren't true Deez. If I didn't see them. If I didn't feel it. I wouldn't even know where to start. But I assure you, you are all those things and more."
"And I want so badly to tell you all the amazing things you are," Her eyes sweep over him before she blushes, "but I also just want to keep kissing you. Want to help you feel better, cause I know we're both worried." Her fingers slide under his jacket as she rubs his shoulders.
"Empathetic. That's another thing that makes you incredible. You read people so well." He kisses her again. "And," He grins, "I've always been a big 'actions speak louder than words' guy. How do you think I became friends with T." He runs a hand over her hair lovingly.
"Lucky me." Deez whispers against his chest, "Cause I can barely voice words sometimes."
"Then I must be doing a great job of describing you, because more often than not you also make me speechless." He drops his hands to her waist, holding her in place as he maneuvers himself so that he's lying beneath her. "This okay?"
She smiles down at him and nods, "If it's okay with you." She pulls her hands down his chest, her eyes following them as they explore his muscles.
Gil grins rakishly. "More than okay." He assures her encouragingly as he lightly rolls his hips beneath her.
The adorable squeak that leaves her has his chest rumbling with laughter.
"Interested?" Gil lifts a brow.
"Yes." She nods before her gaze slowly roams up his body.
She could feel the heat under her cheeks as their eyes met, "I wanted to ask you. If we, if it could be just us- but I wasn't sure how family time worked at first."
Gil grins up at her, "They won't be upset." He promises.
"Uma told me it was okay if I wanted time with just you."
"Oh?" Gil's eyebrow lifts, "You asked already?"
She rolls her lip over her teeth as she nods, "Yeah. When Uma said that doing more felt even better, I- told her I was scared to do it with everyone my first time. So she told me to talk to whoever I wanted to be with. And I was just trying to find a good time to get you alone."
Gil grins as he rolls his hips teasingly again. "Well, we're alone." He chuckles. "So check."
She giggles before she pulls her hoodie off over her head, "We are, and you saved up a lot of pretty words I need to thank you for."
He runs his hands up and down her hips to her ribs slowly, gently kneading. "Don't need to thank me for being honest."
"Oh?" A wicked smile curls her lips, "Well if you don't want-"
Her eyes widen as Gil lets out a low growl. Before she can react, the world spins and she finds herself pinned under him.
Well, that did things.
All kinds of fun things.
Her heart thuds in her ears as she smiles up at him.
"Cute." Gil grins as he pins her arms above her head before he kisses the crook of her neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat across her skin before she feels his warm breath at her ear, "But I definitely want." He whispers.
She pulls in a shaky breath as he gently rocks his hips against hers.
"Question is, Treasure, do you?"
All of her muscles clamp down as if she were trying to keep herself from running, but it had nothing to do with her wanting to get away.
She doesn't even care that she moaned at the friction between them.
"Mmhmm." She nods, unable to find her voice to form words.
Not that her scrambled brain could actually function with his lips pressing kisses against her neck just below her ear.
"What was that Baby Girl?" Gil pulls back, letting her catch a glimpse of his grin.
She loved whatever this was.
Loved the confidant smile on his lips.
Loved the way he seemed so able to read her.
One of his hands was still keeping her arms pinned above her head, but the other was now trailing down her exposed skin.
Wrist to elbow.
Elbow to shoulder.
His touch was magical, leaving her skin super-sensitive in his wake.
"Mmhmm really isn't what I'm looking for here." She moans as he rocks his hips again before he leans down and nibbles her ear, "Think you can be a little more clear for me?"
How was she supposed to talk when he stole her breath?
"Please Gil." She manages to say before he swirls his tongue against her neck again.
"Please what?"
"Sea Gods Gil!" She gasps at the heat between her legs, at the way her heartbeat seemed determined to race as if she'd been dunked under the water unexpectedly.
Gil chuckles against her neck, "I guess I am being a little unfair."
"A little?" She pouts up at him.
"A little." He chuckles again as he sits back, his eyes slowly looking her over.
She takes a deep breath, using his distraction to gather her wayward thoughts. "I um, I want to do this, with you." She bites her lip, ignoring the heat in her cheeks as she continues, "I want my first time to be with you. Just you."
That was what the conversation with Uma had been about. About how her first time should be comfortable.
That she was in control of when her first time would be.
And in control of who her first time would be with.
And this? This felt right.
"Clear enough?"
His lips tilt into a smile as he moves his hand to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
She arches her head as he trails a line of kisses up her throat before his lips settle on hers. "Pretty damn." He whispers against them before he deepens the kiss, his hips grinding against her in the most delicious way possible.
He could kiss her stupid sometimes, or more accurately kiss her calm, but this?
This was beyond him being her eraser.
With a single touch he could scatter her thoughts, and at the same time make her single-mindedly focused.
It was amazing.
Gil pulls back to smile down at her, "Love that look on you."
"Same though." She breathes out before she lifts her hips to tease him.
He grunts before a little growl leaves his lips.
Yep, it was him growling. His growls made the heat flair every time.
Why?
She blinks as he steals another kiss before he slowly releases her wrists.
She smiles at her own silliness.
Why did it matter? It was obviously something he did that made this- this.
"Well since we're on the same wave-" He grins down at her before he slowly starts peeling away what was left of her clothes.
Like he was opening a gift. Slowly opening a gift.
The tender way his knuckles and fingers brushed against her made bats flutter in her stomach.
He wasn't nearly as graceful as he practically tore his clothes off.
She smiles as he settles back above her, relishing in the way he felt under her hands as she pulls him closer, wanting him to continue kissing her stupid.
A devilish smirk plays on his lips as he strokes her thighs several times, his head dipping to trail his tongue from her knee to her hip.
Her breath catches in the back of her throat as her back arches.
Completely without her permission. But that was what Gil did, what he could do.
Make her okay with feeling completely not in control.
"You sure?" He asks, sounding like he was in pain.
"Yes!" She braces herself with her palms flat to the cool stone wall behind her.
He doesn't ask a second time.
Doesn't even nod.
Just grins as he moves her legs over his shoulders before he's suddenly lapping at her heat.
This wasn't a first, but Sea Gods this was different.
When they were with the others, when they were having full family time, he was gentle.
They all were. Like she was a fragile glass bobble that could break at any moment.
She loved it. Loved how careful they all were with her. Loved them for it.
But this!
This was chaos.
Burning.
Intense.
Beautiful chaos.
He groans in pleasure before he grips her thighs and pulls her closer, driving his tongue in deeper.
He was crackling energy that found every rhythm and spot that made her moan, pant, and arch under him.
Her eyes shoot open when he moves and starts to suck.
At some point her hands had moved away from the wall to tangle her fingers in his hair, knocking his cap away to spill his sandy waves in his face.
A distinctly male chuckle rumbles through him, "That's my Treasure," He whispers before his tongue is suddenly back inside her.
Her fingers tighten in his hair as her hips rock against him, finding a perfect rhythm to get lost in.
Her eyes flutter when she realizes she was gasping incoherent words.
Begging.
Pleading.
His name.
Mostly his name.
Gil.
Like a litany. A litany to guide her through the intense sensations he was able to elicit from her.
The burning fire in her belly.
The intense pressure.
The way his tongue felt against her.
His rhythm was only interrupted by grunts of elation every time she so much as sighed.
And when she managed to get his name out-
The growls of pleasure.
It was a building cycle she selfishly never wanted to end.
And yet, Uma said it felt even better once they were inside.
How? How could anything feel better than Gil being rougher with her? Holding her in a tight grip as he pushed her to the edge of this build-up.
Pushed her closer to pure feeling. Pure sensation.
Ecstasy, Uma called it.
Her fingers tighten in his hair again, pulling him closer to her as she arches into his attention, into his tongue dancing on her most sensitive areas.
"Gil-" She gasps at a familiar building sensation.
One that she'd never allowed to climax.
It was too close to a complete loss of control.
He lets out a guttural noise as his fingers suddenly join his tongue.
She screams at the sudden sensation.
Screams as her head hits the floor under her.
Screams as her fingers spasm in his hair.
She screams his name as her vision sparkles.
Screams as he pushes her past her block and into the ecstasy Uma promised her was on the other side of that fear.
Fear of losing control.
Beyond it, into an unfamiliar fire that raged in her belly.
"Mmfff." Gil groans as he laps at her for another moment before he pulls his head back, her hands slip loosely to her sides as he looks down at her.
One hand continues to play with her.
Sliding, curling, twisting.
The effect was hypnotic. She could feel her hips rocking slightly to the rhythm.
She barely notices when he shifts them. Lowering one leg, while he pins the other to his chest. "Sea Gods," He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, "You're so beautiful like this." He pants before he moves closer. "So beautiful." He smiles down at her as he strokes her inner thigh absently.
If she could speak she would have told him how much she loved the way his sweat-soaked hair hung in curls in front of his dazed eyes.
Would tell him how beautiful his grin he seemed unable to shake was.
Her eyes flutter as she pulls her uncooperative arms to her before she braces her hands against his knees.
"Let me know if you don't like this, kay?" He asks with a throaty growl, waiting for her nod before she finds something pressed against her heat.
She rolls her bottom lip over her teeth as she shifts to grip his hand that was holding her waist.
He sounded pained, but Uma warned her that this might hurt her.
It didn't hurt though.
She felt stretched, but not painfully so.
Her hips twitch under him before he presses lightly against her.
Gil's whole body trembles as he slowly inches his way into her with an intense look of concentration.
Wickedly slow.
Painfully slow.
Was that what Uma meant?
She whimpers as she arches her back.
"Fuuuck!" Gil hisses as his grip tightens around her thigh and his hand presses down on her belly in the best of ways.
She bites her lip as she blinks up at him.
"Mfff." He grunts as he looks down at her with a stern expression.
"Don't do that?" She breathes out, wanting to do exactly that again.
"I'm only human." He pants out.
She blinks, "Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all." He shakes his head.
"Oh good." She breathes out in relief before she grins up at him.
Before he can stop her she lifts her hips and arches her back again
"Seagodshelpme!" He cries out before he's suddenly pumping into her.
Her eyes widen as she throws her head back, once again bracing herself with her palms against the now warm stone wall behind her.
If she'd thought she was incoherent before-
This-
This was-
No wonder Uma seemed to be at a loss for words.
"God's Deez. Feel. So. Good." He pants out as his thrusts become deeper.
Quicker.
Wilder with every thrust as he brokenly sings her praises. His hand shifts lower in a torturous way as his thumb brushes over-
It was so much.
Almost too much.
But she was with Gil.
She trusted him to guide her through all the overwhelming sensations.
Through the ache building up inside her.
The intense pleasure.
She blinks as suddenly both his hands are on her waist. "Stay." He orders as he slows down his thrusts, taking in gulps of air.
She pouts up at him as she wraps her legs around him.
"SeagodsdamnitDeez!" He growls when she bucks against him.
"Why stop?" She asks as she bites her lip, her hands covering his as they burned against her waist.
He chuckles as he catches his breath, "Need you. Crest first." He explains before his mouth is suddenly on her chest. His fingers playing with her as he slowly, painfully slides in and out of her.
She can't help her moan as her fingers tangle in his hair again, or the way she grinds against him.
The way she needed to move against him.
"Mmmf." He trails kisses up her neck before his lips are back on hers, his thrusts picking up.
She wraps her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss as she rocks her hips.
"Poseidionhelpme," Gil bites out before she feels a shift of cool air and suddenly finds herself pressed against the cool stone wall.
Help her too.
She wraps her legs tighter around him, pushing against him and the wall behind her as she finds a rhythm that feels amazing.
"Fuck Deez." Gil grunts as he's suddenly thrusting into her with vigor again. His hands tighten around her ass as he easily supports her weight. His lips dance against her throat as he sucks and swirls his tongue over her pulse."Good. Feel so. Damn. Good."
"Still liking my choice." She whispers before she licks up the column of his throat, "In case you were worried."
She gasps as he bounces her, and the rest of her thoughts scatter.
There was nothing else that mattered.
Just her and Gil.
And this.
And the way he growled. The way he mumbled. The way he leaned their foreheads together and stared into her eyes as their bodies moved together.
Everything.
They were nothing but this intense physical pleasure and intimate emotional connection.
She wasn't sure where one ended and the other began.
And for the first time, she wasn't sure she cared.
"Gil!" She screams when she feels another building pressure.
"Right. Here. Treasure." He grounds out, "Always. Right. Here." He swallows her next scream with a kiss. "With you."
Her head falls back as he kisses her neck again and she closes her eyes, gripping him tightly through the pressure that seemed intent on tearing her apart.
"That's right Treasure." He encourages. "Right there. Feel it? That's how I feel 'bout you." His warm breath brushes against her ear as he shifts the angle of his thrusts.
Intense and out of control?
But also more connected than she'd ever felt before?
Her legs shake as blue washes through her closed eyelids.
She buries her face into his chest as another scream rips from her throat.
His gut twists when he feels yet another wave of warmth spread across his chest and belly. He blinks as once again he's caught in a blue and white whirlwind of flames dancing along her body to lick at his skin.
The sight was breathtaking.
She was breathtaking.
It takes him a moment to fully realize what it was he was seeing, and another to register he wasn't burning.
He smiles when a third realization hits him. He wouldn't have even cared if it was burning him.
He'd take it if it meant staying in her like this. Meant he could continue to make her scream his name as if it were the only word she could remember.
He leans down, her chest pressing to his as he claims her lips, dominating the kiss in a fit of passion as her flames continue to lick his skin.
The sensation like hundreds of tiny kisses from his Fire Princess. He starts pumping into her quicker, feeling on the cusp of his own release.
One hand moves from her ass before he snakes it between them, expertly finding her pearl before he starts teasing it remorselessly.
She gasps in between crooning cries as her body begins to shudder. Her muscles clamping around him as they drew him in even deeper.
It takes everything in him not to release. At least not before she rides the wave of her third.
The moment he feels her clamp around him, holding him so tight it was sinfully painful, he finally follows with a howl of pleasure.
His hips rock against her so forcefully she cries out as another orgasm ripples like the fire flaring to life around him.
Sea gods help him.
He loved, absolutely loved being with Harry and Uma like this.
But it was nothing compared to this. To her.
This was gods damn addicting.
He slowly shifts to cradle her in his arms before he slides down the wall, raining kisses over every accessible part of her, flaming or not.
His breaths come out in choppy gasps. "Fuck." He stares up at the rock above them in a daze. "Just- Fuck."
He'd done that.
Made her so hot she'd caught aflame.
Made her burn so intensely it had licked every inch of this part of the cave without her even realizing it.
She was so beautiful. Gorgeous.
"That-"
He grins at her shiver, and her inability to finish her thought.
"Mhhm." He kisses her, smiling at the way it stole her breath. Her words.
She blinks up at him, her hands cupping his cheeks before she gasps and pulls them back, staring at them in horror, "Fuck!"
He chuckles as he watches her pat out the flames licking up her arms, "Finally noticed did you?" He grins down at her unrepentantly.
"That I was on fire?" Deez blinks up at him before her eyes widen, "That you- you were on fire!"
"I mean," he grins boyishly, "Kinda hot. And by kinda I mean incredibly. And by hot, I mean blazing."
"It's fire!" She shrieks as she tugs at the end of her hair, "That's what I was afraid of. How long was I- Fuck, how burned are-"
He chuckles so deeply it rumbles in his chest. "I mean, only in the best ways."
He continues to chuckle as she knocks his hands away and inspects him.
He laughs at her thorough appraisal. "Treasure," He takes her by her wrist and pulls her back to his lap. "The only trail that left was another fire in my belly."
She blinks at him as she slowly shakes her head, "What?"
He shoots her another boyish grin. "Wanna go for round two then?"
"You were on fire."
"To be fair, that was you," He chuckles. "You're welcome."
Deez's brow furrows as she looks him over again, "You don't seem to care that fire was part of this."
"So, is that a no to trying it in the pool next?" He asks as he picks her up cradling her to his chest like the Treasure she was as he starts walking to the pool.
"I mean, not a no, but seriously, not hurt?"
"Not," He kisses her nose, "hurt."
Not that he would care if he was.
Fuck if making the Isle's Fire Princess literally burn for him didn't set him aflame.
Talk about ego inflation.
Harry and all his escapades didn't have anything on this.
Oooh, he grins wickedly, Harry was gonna be so jealous.
That is, if he told him.
There were definitely some secrets worth keeping.
So, yeah
This chap certainly went up in flames, lolz.
What did you guys think?
Were you expecting that reaction from Deez? To legit catch on fire?
T is going to be so pissed.
Harry is gonna be so jelly.
Uma's going to be so amused.
Ya know, if some secrets aren't worth keeping.
Unfortunately for them, this one is.
Much love and appreciation,
-Twisted