Title: Serendipity

Author: sllebswap

Characters/Pairing: Miura Haru and Dino

Type: OneShot/Drabble Collection (InComplete)

Genre: Romance/General/Humor

Word Count: 6253

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older) SMUT WARNING!

Disclaimer: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira-san.

Summary: CEDEF Agent Miura Haru and Cavallone Boss Dino have known each other for a very long time, haven't they? Loosely interconnected one shot/drabble series. Multi-verse. D86.

Verse: Marriage of Convenience AU

Chapter Last Revised on: 07/05/17

This magic spell you cast

She touched him, had been touching him the entire while; her hands fiddling with his shirt, slender fingers idly running over the smooth, hard planes of his clothed chest with unconscious affection. Her features flushed; she reached over to his collar and gently tugged at the opening of his shirt, before lowering her head to brush her lips along his exposed skin. She seemed to enjoy doing that a lot, he noticed. Kissing his neck, happily nibbling her way up the side of his throat, tracing the lines of his ink with her lips and tongue and teeth…

A slow, sensuous warmth spread across him at her delicate little ministrations. He was wholly focused on her and the exquisite way which she often chose to exhibit her desire for him, and oftentimes, her subtle touches were all too little and too much at the same time. He stretched out on their bed and held her close, enjoying the feel of her against him; so soft and feminine, her faintly sweet scent alluring his senses. Head turning, he buried his nose in her hair, seeking more of the honeyed vanilla and chamomile notes that always seemed to exude from her. She felt like home – she smelt like home. His hands started to rove along her slender torso, affectionately exploring the familiar curves of her lithe, slender body. She was tiny and waifish, but there was a tensile strength, a glowing vitality to her that drew him like a moth to a flame. He stroked her back slowly with his large, lean hand, from between her shoulders down to the soft swell of her hips, and immediately felt her relax against him even more, enjoying his touch. His hand ghosted over her pert rump, and he started to rub. It was as if he had pressed some secret button, for she went languidly limp, sighing with pleasure into the side of his neck.

He chuckled at her reaction, then took advantage of her momentary lapse to upturn her face to his and steal long, deep kisses from her. His tongue dipped into her mouth slowly and possessively, taking his time with the act and drinking from her so thoroughly that he stole the breath right out of her lungs. She was starting to shiver with growing need and longing in his arms, almost as if she was being willingly drugged and intoxicated by him. More, more. She needed more of his touch, his mouth on her skin. He was building up her anticipation so slowly, until she was starting to feel like she was going to explode from all the unbearable tension. A muffled little growl escaped her when he teased her for too long, and she hurriedly pushed herself upright, all delectably rosy and frazzled.

"Hahi," she huffed breathlessly, frowning at him a bit. "You're driving Haru crazy, desu!"

Sometimes, she could not help but wonder if she was the only one all frantic and feverish during their heated interludes – he always seemed so in control of himself, while it felt like she was going apart at the seams. He was so knowing and confident in his touch of her, whereas she was all flustered and hectic at the mere thought of him. How unfair, she thought with vague resentment, but then-

She caught that stark expression on his face. And she stopped short.

Unapologetic, visceral hunger burned within those dark cognac eyes, eyes that were looking at nothing else but her - and she quickly realized how wrong she was. She wasn't the only one caught up in this uncontrollable storm of need and want. He was just better at hiding it, was all.

She climbed on top of him again, already feeling very hot and bothered. A surge of bold recklessness possessed her, and she reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head in one quick, deft maneuver, revealing the bra which she wore underneath as well as the pale, creamy expense of her willowy form. She haphazardly tossed the discarded article of clothing aside, now dressed only in a pair of Capris and her underthings. She nibbled on her lower lip in brief indecisiveness before leaning over and kissing him fiercely, attacking with sexual frustration and sucking and biting at his lips lustfully until he groaned into her mouth and responded to her heated ardor in kind. His hand slipped over her neck and settled against her nape, holding her in place, and then he was slanting his mouth over hers again and again and again, nipping her back with equal vigor and passion, devouring her so voraciously, not allowing her to pull away anymore, even if she were to suddenly develop second thoughts. Not that she did. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, soft fingers dancing with delight over smooth, warm flesh, his sleek, toned abdominal muscles shuddering beneath her touch. All but squirming with pleasure, she settled low over his narrow hips, impatiently rocking into him, reminding him – pleasewantyouneedyounownownow-

His arm clamped around her bare waist and he quickly flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions in an instant. Her breath was momentarily knocked out of her, and then he was the one straddling her now, all six foot worth of lean, dense muscle and thoroughbred mafia aristocracy coalesced in the form of an impossibly handsome, golden haired god of a man. Limpid, dewy eyes hazy with lust, she immediately reached for him, wanting to touch him as much as she could, but he captured her wrists with one of his hand and pinned them right over her head instead. He lowered his larger form over hers and brought his mouth close to her ear, tongue flicking out to taste that patch of skin right by the edge of her jaw.

"You," he enunciated in that low, deliberate drawl that made her insides quake, "are incredibly distracting."

She merely turned her face to his and quickly kissed his chin, the side of his mouth, his lips. She would have nuzzled him too, if not for the fact that he decided to move his other hand from her waist to her chest. His mouth drifted down her neck, pressing firm kisses as he went, his longish hair tickling her bare flesh. She squirmed against him and had to bite back a startled gasp at the sensation.

"Stop wiggling about like that. I can't love you properly if you're distracting me so…"

She could not help but puff out a breathless giggle at his halfhearted grumble. Then that soft laugh drifted off into a restless moan when he undid the front clasp of her bra, pushing the lacy light blue scrap of fabric aside and immediately covering one dusky pink, erect nipple with his warm, wet mouth. His slick, agile tongue licked hungrily against the hard little nub, again and again and again, and he started to suckle her. She arched and yelped, her face quickly growing hot and red as pleasure rocked her senses. Her other breast was covered by his unoccupied hand – he had very warm, large hands, she thought dizzily and not for the first time. Warm, large hands, with such deft, nimble fingers that caressed and massaged her needy flesh so, so well.

Arousal quickly grew as the sensations he wrought on her bosom immediately shot straight to that place between her legs, warmth spreading across the pit of her stomach as desire spiked. Oh, gods.

Her fingers twitched over her head, as if wanting to do something; to touch, to hold, to sink into soft golden hair and clutch onto warm male flesh- but he was singlehandedly holding her in place, and she was no match for his easy strength, much to her annoyance. She started to twist her torso against him, whining in her throat, never one to remain docile especially when something she sorely wanted was so close within reach.

"D-Dino-!" She strained against him, her voice breathless. "Not fair, d-desu! Haru wants to touch also-"

Somehow, her mad frantic wiggling worked, and she managed to free one hand from his hold. Her fingers immediately sank into his hair, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, arching. It took him a moment or so to figure out that she – this small tiny woman who maybe weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet - was rather ambitiously trying to wrestle him onto his back. He released her sore, aching nipple with a wet 'plop,' lifting his head to eye her bemusedly. She was red in the face, breathing a bit too quick to be considered normal, and trying to scowl at him but failing miserably. She looked charmingly, enticingly disheveled, and he thought that he could happily devote a very long time just to kissing and pleasuring her.

She very much begged to differ, unfortunately.

"Hahi! How come Haru's the only one taking off her clothes! Haru…Haru wants to kissandtouchDinolotsalso!" she spluttered out in a rush. And then she got embarrassed by her own bold declaration, amusingly enough. "Why is Dino making Haru say all these things outright!"

He paused at her flustered frustration. They were both still figuring out how to be proper lovers to the other at this point of time, through all the fumbling and the awkwardness, and she was determined to express her feelings for him in her own way.

"…I'm sorry…?" he apologized after a beat, pulling back slightly and letting up on her more. He released her and ran a hand through his hair in a chagrinned motion. "I only wanted to please you. I thought that…" he trailed off, briefly thinking of how none of his past lovers had ever complained… But then again, it wasn't as if this sort of thing could be compared.

She blushed, and sat up as well. "Haru is pleased. Haru is really pleased, desu," she confessed and looked at him earnestly. "But Haru doesn't only wants to be pleased. Haru…very much wants to please Dino also…" She crept closer between his legs, then reached out to touch his face, leaning in even more to kiss his jaw, whispering her secret wish. "Haru…Haru wants to be the one who knows how to love Dino best, desu…"

Her admission was so shy, so sweet, it shook him.

Oh.

The urge to simply drown her with his affection was once again overwhelming… but he checked himself. His eyes were so dark when he stared at her.

"…You've no idea what you do to me, do you…?"

She was going to be the death of him, really.

She looked a bit confused by his wry comment, but he simply shook his head, smiling a bit. What a way to go though, subjected to her tender mercies. He started to shrug out of his coat instead, slinging the fur-lined outerwear aside. He removed his shirt as well, simply pulling it over his head and then discarding it on the floor where it joined hers. Her eyes immediately shot straight to his sleek, leanly built torso, attracted to the subtle byplay of wiry sinew and compact, powerful muscles that rippled under his skin every time he so much as moved. Her breathing quickened a bit, and she licked her lips. Her feminine interest was very, very flattering. He shook out his hair and looked at her.

"So, you wanted my clothes off?" he asked calmly. "Now we're more or less even…though I still think you're much more fun to touch and look at."

She blushed at his comment. "Hahi, Haru does not agree, desu!" She nibbled on her lip, already rosy and deliciously swollen from his kisses earlier. After another pause, she slowly crawled onto his lap and then eyed him for his reaction. He lifted a brow.

"…I'm hardly going to deny you, you know," he murmured, and encouraged, she ventured closer, hands touching his exposed torso, fingers happily running over his left bicep, before tracing over where the intricately intertwined azure flames and stylized barbed thorns of his tats raged down his side, eventually disappearing into the low slung waistline of his cargo pants. She lowered her head and pressed a kiss onto his chest, slowly trailing her mouth over to his nipple, first flicking her tongue over the flat, circular disc of his areola, then kissing it as well, looking rather fascinated when his pectoral muscle twitched at the stimulation. She gave him more kisses then, before that soft, soft mouth of hers started to migrate lower, instinctively drawn to his ink… He started to get increasingly restless, pulse spiking, once more intently focused on this woman wreaking havoc across his senses, holding himself absolutely still even when he wanted very much to grab her, tip her onto her back, and set himself upon her sweetness like a ravenous animal.

She was tracing the outline of his tattoo with that agile tongue of hers now, interspersed with meticulous little nibbles, just barely above his pelvis, where the sharp line of his v cut was just starting to deepen.

Jesus.

"Jo-chan," his voice was a bit hoarse now. He was becoming so aroused it hurt. "I believe you should stop now."

She glanced up at him, liking the way he sounded so flustered and disconcerted, and also very much liking the way his glittering gaze was raptly centered on her. She paused and licked her lips.

"Hahi…is Haru no good, desu?"

He reached down and stroked her hair, her pretty face. She was stretched out now, half over his lap and half on the bed.

"…Don't torture me like this, little one."

She took his hand in her own, and kissed his fingers softly. He rubbed his thumb over those lush lips of hers. She nipped him gently, then drew his digit into the warm cavern of her mouth, her tongue curling around him, softly sucking.

She was really so cruel, he thought. And she could do it so artlessly, still looking at him with that pristine, doe eyed gaze the entire while.

He was utterly mesmerized.

She released him from that sweet prison of her mouth and nuzzled her cheek into his palm instead. She sighed, pushed herself upright, and gazed straight into his eyes.

"You're Haru's favorite person," she uttered, her voice so soft and wondering, as if she was also asking at the same time, 'I found you. You're my person. How amazing is that?' And just like that, something snapped in him. His self-control, definitely.

In a flash, she was pulled up and against him, his mouth covering hers, kissing her so hard and deeply that she could taste his lust and desire for her, by now honed to a blade sharp intensity. His single minded need to possess her sent shivers of delight dancing up her spine. This time, she did not protest, kissing him back earnestly as he plundered her mouth so thoroughly and resolutely, her fingers tangled in his hair, just so, so happy to be with him.

"I'm going to love you now. Okay?" It didn't really sound like a question, despite it being worded as such. Haru was acutely aware that she was facing not Dino the doting husband right now, but Haneuma Dino, Cavallone Decimo. She nodded jerkily, her eyes luminous with passion. He kissed her again, one arm curled around her waist to anchor her to him, the other sliding down to the back of her knee, pulling it up against his hip. Straddling his lap, she wrapped her legs around his waist obligingly, and he rewarded her compliance with a sensual nip and kiss of her neck. She squirmed against him and he growled softly in her ear, not that it made her any more docile. She wanted him, wanted to be with him. She could feel him pressed insistently against her thigh, the rigid and unyielding proof of his arousal, for her. So she pushed her slender hips up against his, reaching down between their bodies to stroke him through his clothes, and then she wanted to touch him even more, hands fumbling, attempting to quickly undo his belt and unzip his pants, before dipping beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, fingers curling around his length, squeezing gently, eagerly caressing him with her soft palm.

She did not think that she was ever going to cease being fascinated by his body, and was very unabashedly interested as she watched the way he reacted to her. The things that he enjoyed, what made him tense and shiver in pleasure, the places where he was particularly sensitive – she was very attentive about all the little details and logged each and every one down in her mind, learning him thoroughly.

He lowered his head, pressing his face onto the side of her neck, fingers digging lightly into her hip, just pausing there, teetering on a knife's edge, as his extremely affectionately wife happily fondled and massaged his aching erection. The way her fingers danced lightly, teasingly, over his heated flesh, the way she rubbed her thumb feather soft against the sensitive head of his organ, and most importantly, her heady enthusiasm and pleasure simply in pleasing him… So addictive, she was.

He latched his mouth on that patch of skin just over her clavicle, and hungrily started to suck. Hard. She whined softly, trembling against him, but did not stop her ministrations. His hands came up to her chest, and he rubbed the soft, modest mounds; she was not the most well-endowed compared to others, but she was exquisitely formed and oh so lovely. There was a subtle womanly grace to her charms, so sweet and innocuously enticing, though he was more likely to attribute the latter bit to her bright and optimistic character than her physical figure. The blond lightly tweaked and rolled her nipples between those long, elegant fingers of his, and she mewled at the sensations he wrought from her.

She was so delicate and sensitive, he marveled. Sometimes it felt to him as though a strong gust of wind would easily bowl her over, but yet he had also come to realize that she was so much stronger than she appeared. He dragged his mouth away from her neck, pulling back slightly to view the faint bruise that was starting to appear, marring her otherwise creamy complexion. He ran his tongue soothingly around the purpling mark; it was a guilty pleasure of his, biting her like this. She did not seem to mind too much, and shivered against him, still stroking him from root to tip and back again, her head lifting turning towards him to seek his mouth with her own, emitting little sounds of growing need and sexual excitement.

He tugged her back down onto the bed with him. She had to release him as he pulled her beneath him on the mattress, and he roved lower down her body. The purposeful expression on his face made his intentions very clear, and his hands made quick work of her capris, adroitly undoing the buttons and then pulling them, together with her panties, right off of her in one swift tug, leaving her completely bared before him. He got rid of the rest of his clothes too before returning his glittering attention back to her. Her face was flushed; he was a very…fit specimen, and she reached out for him. He leaned in and kissed her lustily, but not for long before he pulled away again, shifting and situating himself lower…right between her parted legs. He dipped his head and trailed kisses down the sensitive insides of her thighs, large lean hands holding her lower limbs apart, and she squeaked with embarrassment to be so exposed before him like that. He refused to let her pull away too – she has had her fun earlier and now he was determined to have his turn. Hushing her spluttered protests, he took his time to appreciate and enjoy the deliciously erotic picture she made splayed out in wild abandon, all pretty pink and lush, the soft, inviting petals of her womanhood already dewy with her need for him.

"Let me look at you, beautiful."

Haru had clapped her hands over her face in mortification. It was one thing to be spread out like this before her gynecologist – who also happened to be a woman – but quite another thing altogether to have her husband so closely studying her lady parts! Hahi, what on earth did he think he was doing down there?!

Then he lowered his head and pressed his mouth right against her very core, and she nearly came off the bed in shock, screeching.

"Dino!"

Her hands flew down to between her legs, fingers spearing into his hair, futilely trying to pull him off. She was arching, face completely flushed, her legs feeling like they were suddenly turning into jelly, and most importantly of all, his mouth-

Oh gods. His mouth was so, so warm. It seared her, made her feel like he was branding her as his own with that one long, silent kiss.

All the blood in her head felt like they were draining straight down to that place between her legs, that place that was aching and hot and liquidy and made her feel like she was both screamingly alive and starkly dying at the same time-

His tongue flicked out from between his lips, the slick, nimble muscle drawing a long, deliberate line along the exposed lips of her labia, and she shuddered. Frozen between panic and pleasure. It was quite a strange predicament to be in, in hindsight. Then, he licked her once more, with the same deliberate intensity, lapping at her again and again, and a whimper escaped her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hands still clutching his hair, but now she was no longer frantically trying to push him away. Hesitation, confusion, and the wondrous understanding that him kissing her in her most secret of places felt really, really, good, were almost all she could handle.

She tasted tart and tangy, and subtly, so subtly sweet. That flitting, teasing hints of her flavor and scent only served to whet his thirst for more. He pressed in, his fingers digging a bit harder into her thighs, stilling her for his taking. His tongue dipped deeply into her, trying to coax more of that tantalizing nectar to flow from within her honeyed depths. Her mouth fell open as a silent cry escaped her, and her breath whooshed right out of her lungs. Her body lifted from the mattress and she twisted in startled rapture, overwhelmed, but he was unyielding, gripping her tightly and not giving her any leeway whatsoever to escape his relentless hunger.

His strong, slick tongue delved in and out of her in glib, deft motions, deliberately stimulating her sensitive nerves, mimicking the carnal act of coitus, only this time, he was making love to her with his mouth, sucking sensually against the slippery folds of her heaving, aroused body, wrapping his lips around the wet, pink pearl of her clitoris, so diligently and ardently tending to her that she felt like she was going mad from his deliberate, assiduous acts. She was writhing against his mouth, crying breathlessly, her hips jerking against him of their own accord, and she was quickly spiraling out of control.

She lifted her head from the mattress to look at him with lust fogged eyes, only to realize that he was already watching her with that intense cognac gaze of his, and she could not look away. Her breathing escalated; the sight of him stretched out between her legs, his mouth fused to her most intimate parts, doing such lewd things to her which she had never in her life experienced before-

She was shaking so hard, feeling that tight ball of tension in her womb growing larger and larger, and it was as if he could sense it too. His ministrations became quicker, more emphatic, his tongue driving into her repeatedly, roughly dragging along her pulsating walls, ravenously drinking her in, and then, suddenly, it all unraveled.

She bit her lips so hard that she was sure that she had made herself bleed. Overhead, the lights started to flicker, almost as if in response to her chaotic state of being. Her thighs clamped shut around him even as she came undone, her orgasm holding her in thrall as she convulsed helplessly against him, and he momentarily stilled, his tongue buried in her as she came wonderfully undone.

She was sobbing a little, also hiccupping and a bit disoriented when she came back to herself a minute later, overwhelmed by her emotional high. Her sensitive body was trembling, and she could only moan weakly when he slowly, deliberately traced his tongue along her slit, her vulva so deliciously engorged and glistening from her delectable essence. He could not help but lap at the slick flesh of her womanhood some more, until she was starting to twitch again, a second surge of desire flaring to life once more from her already aroused, quavering form.

"D-Dino," she mewed, half begging for him to go easy on her. He finally, reluctantly, lifted his head from between her thighs, slowly licking his lips, and even the sides of his mouth and chin were damp from his earlier feasting. With his glittering dark gold eyes and that unusually still, rapt expression on his aquiline face, he looked so breathlessly predatory to her, and this was a side to him that she was not too familiar with. It left her feeling frazzled and almost unsettled, but then, he sat up and reached out to touch her drenched cheek, and the gesture was so gentle, so soft, that she knew that whatever he was, she had nothing to fear from him.

"You're crying too much again, cara." His low, husky baritone was affectionately amused, and she shakily sat up as well and turned to him, scooting over onto his lap to be comforted and calmed down. Which was slightly ironic since he was also the one who always wound her up so in the first place….

"H-Ha-hic-hi!" she sputtered into his bare shoulder. "H-Haru only started crying a lot because of D-Dino-hic!"

He feigned offence, but mostly thought that she was too adorable for words.

"If you start saying misleading things like that, people are going to think that I regularly beat my wife, you know."

She was a bit moody from her emotional rollercoaster still, and just sniffled. He ducked his head and kissed her cheek, warm tongue flicking out to lick her tears away.

She gasped in surprise and tried to bat him off, her efforts halfhearted at most.

"Why did you do that, desu?!" she asked.

"Why not?" he retorted simply. "And you stopped crying."

He was, quite obviously by now, very unsqueamish about this sort of things. And he was right; the tears had stopped. She narrowed her eyes at him, even as her cheeks flared high with color at his words. He did not seem properly abashed however, and just smiled artlessly at her, though she was not fooled. His eyes were still too dark, and he still had that hungry air around him, that made every instinct that was female in her prickle with sharp awareness. He was definitely a wolf in sheep's clothing! Without warning, she retaliated, leaning in and darting her tongue along his cheek also. She tasted hints of herself on his skin, which made her flush even more, but she brashly forged onwards.

"Dino's not the only one who can do that, desu! Haru is good at licking things too!"

He looked briefly surprised by her declaration, and then, that smile that widened on his face was just purely, sinfully wicked in nature, as if she had just given him a very wonderful present which he could hardly wait to open and play with.

"Alright. We'll test out your claim later," he all but purred. Her heart starting to race all over anew. He ran his tongue teasingly along the corner of her pouting mouth, still smiling, and she parroted him, still blushing, presenting his cheek and jaw and chin with soft, sweet little licks as well. Licking quickly turned into a series of open mouthed kisses, and then she was breathless and flustered and moaning his name once more, straddling his thighs and wriggling and rubbing against him like an amorous little cat, her little claws digging into the back of his broad shoulders this time, as he finally guided himself, fully turgid and erect, into the erotic, snug heat of her body. She gasped her pleasure when he was fully sheathed within her, then again when he started to move and rock slowly against her body, all the while whispering in her ear how good she made him feel, how he had missed being with her for the past months.

She clung onto him and shivered, the rich velvet of his voice combined with the way he held her, touched her, how he seemed to know exactly what to do to draw out the full spectrum of her emotions for him…he made her feel hot and heavy, and so very warm and languid and wanted ensconced in his strong arms. He was kissing her neck, her lips, biting and sucking, at the same time loving her so well with those long, sure strokes of his loins arcing into hers. She could not seem to get over the way he filled her so deeply and fully, her slick, taut inner walls grasping at him every time he slid home into her body, then doing their best to keep him, resisting his withdrawal as he pulled out only to repeat that emphatic driving motion again, with increasing fervor and need. The sinfully addictive friction drove her insane, and she was starting to get very, very restless as he enticed her closer and closer to that edge once more.

She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, as her heart rate spiked, her chest heaving, the slender curvature of her ribs rising and falling in quick, successive rhythm as she panted and squirmed against him, sharing breaths and kisses and caresses and it was all oh so good. He continued to tell her all those sexy, erotic little things that made her blush and moan even more, riling her up and flustering her when she was already so sensitive from everything else he had been doing to her. Not fair, she thought. He knew that she had missed him, the feel of his touch, the sound of his voice, so to use it on her like this was, was-

She pushed her face into the side of his neck and bit down, partly because i) he was acerbating her sexual frustration by being both the cause as well as the cure, and also ii) because she was becoming so frantic by now that she really needed to sink her teeth into something at the moment and he happened to the be the closest (and best) specimen for her to be an animal towards. Since ii) was a direct consequence of i), her current condition was really all his fault and so she really had no qualms letting him have it.

…Only it turned out that he seemed to not mind her violent little act of love, a rumble of pleasure reverberating from his chest at her ministration, his grip on her tightening.

"Impatient little thing," he growled lowly in her ear, before rewarding her act with a sharp nip of her lobe. Then, his warm, wet tongue laved sensually along the shell of her ear, meticulously tracing that sensitive patch of skin right by her jaw, and very quickly, she was reduced to squirmy, gasping puddle against him. His way of punishing her for her misdeeds only made her want to misbehave even more…and hazily, she wondered if this was his intention. Really, he was so, so sly.

"Unngh-!"

She bucked impatiently against him, needing, needing, needing. Her coltish, lithe legs were locked around his middle by then, her fingers digging deeply into the back of his shoulders, straining hard, and at that point, she was ready to wrestle him onto his back and have her wicked way with him. He coiled his arm taut around her waist, stilling her, and started to increase the pace of his thrusts, angling his lean hips against hers such that she would receive the maximum stimulation from their avid coupling. Breathing were starting to come in harsh pants, entwined bodies were slicked with perspiration from the steamy, frenetic acts, and this time, Dino realized that it really had not been his imagination earlier, when the lights in the room started to flicker in tandem to the rising tide of his wife's passion once more, and a crackling, pulsing, aura of Lightning Flame started to leak from her, wild and uncontrolled, simply reacting to her chaotic emotions.

The presence of the flame attribute was surprising, to say the least, since she had never before exhibited any sort of Flame usage before, to his knowledge. However, before the situation could grow out of hand and she ended up inadvertently drawing out even more of her latent powers, the Harmony factor of his Sky Flame automatically set in and proceeded to envelop and engulf her unsteady, unlearned powers, neutralizing them before they could manifest further into an actual combustion.

She whimpered and pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder, and did not even seem to have realized what had just happened. Her lips ran restlessly along his neck and collarbone, and the wet, sexual sounds of their passionate mating filled the air. She was inflamed for him. They were both so close to the edge that it was impossible for him not to give in to the sweet persuasions of her lithe, lissome body; she was also starting to tense against him more and more, and then, when she finally teetered over the precipice and came apart in his arms, a sharp cry escaped her, her taut form clenching tightly around him as she experienced the powerful onset of her second release. Her slick, slippery heat clamped down upon him like a velvet vise, the inner walls contracting rhythmically along his erection, trying their hardest to milk him of his essence.

When his own orgasm seized him mere moments later, he gave into the earthly pleasure willingly enough, pulling Haru's smaller form tightly against him in a possessive embrace even as his control slipped and he thrust deeply into her one last time, spending himself into her waiting body with a husky, gratified groan, his face buried in her hair. She quivered like a leaf as the warm flood of his seed coated her womb in heavy spurts, a soft moan lingering on her lips at the erotic sensation. Going boneless with pure satisfaction against him, her hips twitched, as if trying to take in as much of him as she could, glowing with so much pleasure and contentment, and just like that, her powers overflowed.

The entire wing of the villa abruptly blacked out from the power surge, much to the muffled exclamations of alarm and dismay rising from various parts of the affected Cavallone household.

Haru groaned.

"Oh no."

She would have reacted with a greater sense of apprehension if not for the fact that the post coital bliss was just setting in, and she was still completely limp, recovering from the tiny little aftershocks of her orgasm, entwined with her lover. So was he.

Dino sighed after a beat or two, mumbled and stirred.

"…I'm assuming this is the reason why you're being confined at home lately?" he asked softly by her ear, in the darkness. He did not sound too perturbed or even shocked, much to her surprise.

She slowly nodded, then remembered that he couldn't see her anyway. However, the quiet glumness in her voice was unmistakable.

"…Hahi, Haru has been accidentally zapping people and causing all sorts of random electronic interferences ever since she returned from the combined Biondi and Bruno territories, desu…" She sounded quite miserable now that she was reminded of the circumstances of her temporary house arrest. She had been steadily going stir crazy!

"Mm." And that was all he commented, before he gently tipped her back onto the mattress, following her down at the same time, and started to kiss her neck all over again.

Her breath hitched, especially when his hands started to caress her hips and waist with amorous affection.

"D-Dino?"

"Your powers are not going anywhere," he murmured against her skin. His hand slipped between their bodies to where they were still intimately joined, and he started to gently finger her clit. It was quickly apparent that he was still far from done with her. She moaned, her flanks pushing up against his adroit fingers.

"B-But…!" In the vague corners of her lust clouded mind, she was aware that something should be done about the blackout, at least. Dino was not so similarly concerned, however. He started to move between her legs again, lean, powerful hips rolling languidly against hers, and just like that, her protests promptly fell short. He rasped quietly in her ear.

"I still need you. Let me have my fill of you first."

::tsuzuku::

Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

…I didn't intend for this chapter to drag on for so long. 6000++ words! Gah.

Note to self: Do not play Pokemon Moon while writing sexy content at the same time!

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At the point of this installment in the Marriage of Convenience!AU timeline, these two are still relatively newish when it comes to their physical relationship. Hence I'm putting in a lot of focus/emphasis on their mutual intimacy as they slowly learn and settle into the roles of lovers. There are many moments of tenderness and affection scattered throughout the smut, mostly because the nature of this couple all but demands it.

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In one of the official KHR-franchised games, I vaguely recall that Haru was given a Lightning Flame attribute. Even though this factoid was never confirmed/demonstrated in canon, I believe that it remains largely accepted by the fandom. So Lightning Flame it is for Haru.

Sky Flames are canonically known to be able to harmonize and neutralize the Flames of other affinities, so it's not too farfetched an idea that Dino was able to quell Haru's uncontrolled and unlearned ability with his own. This is especially so since her Lightning Flame was inadvertently leaking out of her during moments of duress, and not out of her actual intent.

For those who may be somewhat confused by what's going on, poor Haru is having a pretty hard time controlling her newly awakened Flame, hence the reason for her (temporary) home confinement. Shifts in emotions and even bouts of surprises would cause the unstable power to flare and act out, indiscriminately zapping everything and everyone in her general vicinity. She's something of a walking, breathing lightning conductor at this point, possibly/unintentionally disrupting wireless/electronic devices and short circuiting entire power networks when the breakers are not adequately rated to handle the surges, so this is quite a problem.

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FYI, in this chapter, TYL!Dino is thirty-three, and TYL!Haru is twenty-five.

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