Hurricane

A/N: Since nobody asked me about the drizzle/hurricane metaphor that inspired the title, it goes like this: If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. :)

Chapter 6: Lust

Diaval thinks he is currently experiencing the best days of his life. He has never been happier than he is now. If someone asks him why, the answer is plain and simple- because Maleficent is his. His! Can you believe it? The most powerful faery of the Moors has accepted his heart and has given hers in return. Not a bad deal for a mere raven, he muses.

However, recently he has noticed Maleficent exhibiting a lot of strange behaviors he cannot quite explain. He has always been adept at reading her mannerisms but these oddities she is showing befuddle him, quite frankly.

For one, she has taken to licking her lips frequently. She seems to be doing it unconsciously, but he has noticed her doing it in his presence enough for it to warrant his attention. He wonders if it has something to do with the humidity. Is the hot weather making her lips chapped? But the atmosphere doesn't seem to affect him, and he doesn't find anything wrong with her lips whenever he kisses her. He never gets to kiss her long enough, granted, as it probably has something to do with her wanting to maintain propriety, but what their kisses lack in length he makes up for in frequency. Still, he finds nothing wrong with her lips.

Secondly, his mistress-turned-lover (he cannot help but feel smug at this) has developed a habit of clenching her hands too hard. Sometimes when he's near her he catches her clenching her hands tight. If she happens to be holding an object at that time, her fingers would grasp it hard enough to turn her knuckles white. It seems to him to be an action of self-control; it could be that she is preventing herself from doing something. What it is, he doesn't know, but it is either that or concealed rage, and he knows he doesn't make his mistress angry. He doesn't, does he?

Thirdly, she has taken to sighing heavily. There are times when she looks at him and just sighs, like she wants to say something but couldn't. He often asks her if something is troubling her, but she simply denies it at terminates the conversation there. It's admittedly weird, but he figured that Maleficent would talk about what's troubling her when she wants to.

Lastly, there's the twitchy behavior. When they're together, he finds her restless at times, as if she can't stay still. Also, he has caught her staring at him then averting her eyes away many a time. If he was a lesser man (or raven, really), he would think it's because his form is not adequate enough to be attracted to, but of course he knows this is not the problem. (So what if Maleficent thinks he's exceedingly vain? He reckons he has a right to be.) What really bothers him is that there are moments when he's starting to feel that Maleficent would rather be somewhere else when she's beside him.

It takes him quite some time to figure out this conundrum, but he eventually pieces it together. He understands everything one night, when he and Maleficent were just sitting on the ground having an idle conversation. He makes a remark that he emphasizes with a smirk, and then she furrows her brows, mutters "oh curses" and practically lunges at him. Her lips meet his in a forceful kiss, quite unlike any they've had before. She moves so that she's on top of him, legs straddling his thighs. She plunders his mouth with a sort of desperation that leaves him exhilarated. She only pulls away to take a breath but even then she never strays too far away as if she cannot bear to have her lips part with his. Her hands are everywhere- on his chest, splayed on his stomach, at the nape of his neck, through the strands of his hair, on his shoulders, upper arms, down his back- everywhere! Her hands are venturing to places she's never explored before and his skin feels like fire in the places she touches.He tries to keep up with her, and tentatively lets his fingers travel down her spine. He is floored (and also positively smug about it) when he hears her moan in response. His mind goes blank for quite some time, letting himself be consumed in this newfound physical intimacy. It is when he feels her lips leave his mouth only to land on his neck and trail kisses there that he puts together Maleficent's odd behavior in one thought: "Oh".

He swears this faery will be the death of him.

A/N: If you expected smut, I'm sorry! I am a 20 y/o girl whose experience so far is only limited to hand-holding and platonic hugging. I would have to use 340 fanfic references before I could have a decent go at it, and that is if I could write it without covering my face in embarrassment all throughout! It's just something I would be hard-pressed to do. :))

This goes out to Angel-of-the-oblivious. I don't know if you're still reading, but thank you for the prompt. This is way overdue.

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