OTP Meme 2: Cuddling Somewhere

Today was one of those days that you could only see in stories.

The skies were pure of clouds and had taken on hue so lovely that it would make even a dragon stone jealous. The air, albeit somewhat too humid for comfort, was filled with the pure scent of the forest and, once the wind blew softly and made Stahl giggle from his own hair tickling himself, the scent of the Shepherds' camp site that glimmered in the distance. The forest around them (the townsfolk hated going in there due to superstition, as such it was as thick as dragon hide) grew proudly and unrestrained, their branches kissing the sun and giving them a green that rivaled Stahl's armor. Not far away, there was a lake that was clear to see to the bottom where, much to Nowi's delight, one could see the fish playing in the rocks.

In Maribelle's opinion, it was the perfect day for an out-of-the-way picnic between two lovers. As such, she shoved Stahl and Sully outside (changed to clothing of her liking, of course) and handed a picnic basket full of sandwiches, lemonade, and a checkered blanket. Once asked what the blanket was for (after all, the grass was soft enough to take a nap on instantly), Maribelle ran inside and claimed to have other things to do, pretending she didn't hear their words.

Regardless, the couple finished the sandwich within minutes in comfortable silence. Stahl's legs were intertwined with Sully's as they faced one another, and his eyes constantly locked with her own before they looked away bashfully, much to her amusement. Once the sandwiches were gone, Stahl lay on Sully's lap, sprawled out and drinking lemonade while wanting to be pet more than a shelter full of needy puppies.

"If you're trying to make a move, you'll have to try harder," Sully broke the silence, making Stahl glance up at her in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I mean… you're all over me and rolling around like a damn kitten," she sighed.

"So… you want to cuddle and coo over each other?" Stahl smiled as he pulled Sully onto his lap and, before she could protest (not that she planned on doing so), buried his nose into her neck "I can arrange that."

Sully smiled and closed her eyes as she felt hands slowly snake around her waist. Upon opening them, they were met with an intense gaze from Stahl's chocolate colored ones (Sully was always amused that his eyes were colored the same as his beloved food) and, in return, Sully wrapped her arms around his neck. A small kiss was planted on her cheek, sending her heart fluttering with the birds, making her inner, considerably smaller voice wonder what would happen if the mood was much bolder. Her face reddened at the thought and she buried it in his hair, hoping he didn't notice.

Thankfully, he said nothing and instead ran a hand through her short hair and made it come down to caress her face with a delicacy that would make even Risen coo. He lay down fully on the checkered blanket, true meaning suddenly becoming clear to them both, and allowed Sully to lean over him and nuzzle his cheek. She ran her hands over his hardened stomach, secretly wishing that his black turtleneck (she was certain she got it wrong- all of her 'fashion terms' came from the giggles she overheard the other day coming from Maribelle and Lissa) was not in the way so she could ravage his body in the way she wanted.

Strange, just moments ago she turned bright red at the mere thought of the action.

She sighed softly as lips ran down her neck, and she quickly returned the favor to his lips, still tasting of the sweet lemonade he had drank moments ago. She slipped in her tongue a few times and, much to her amusement, Stahl did the same with equal boldness (although his blushed deepened with each brush.) He hummed with delight as she ran her hands down his sides, slowly at first, and brushed her legs against his. Opening her eyes and separating the duo, she rested her forehead on his and looked deep into Stahl's eyes, full of nothing but love and affection for her. His face was slightly bruised from her previous reaction test, and her devious side was tempted to do another, but she was much too absorbed in this rare moment to care.

Stahl pressed his lips on hers once more, with a greater amount of force and intent behind it this time, and gently tugged on her shirt. Sully smiled and ran her hands underneath his own, savoring the feel of his hot skin and ragged breathing that only came from him enjoying her special treatment. She ran her hands down, painfully slow, to his pants and hooked a finger around the rim. She felt his breath hitch and his head swayed slowly. His tugging on her shirt became increased, and she felt a few buttons pop open, revealing her toned body underneath.

Within seconds, she was breathless on the ground, pinned by a much more assertive Stahl. His brown eyes had a darker emotion inside, but were still full of good intent, as his lips ran down her exposed stomach. Sully took this moment to pull off his shirt and was left with a semi-opened mouth as her eyes scanned him lustfully. She traced a finger down the middle of his chest, causing him to shiver and moan her name softly.

His name may have meant steel, but, at this point, with a few small touches he would easily break.

Their lips met once more, intertwined with the same sweetness of lemonade as before although this time laced with musk and lust. Stahl pulled her leg on top of his back and moved his lips downwards, getting rewarded by Sully's slight arching of her back. She felt a hand run slowly up her leg, reaching up her skirt, the one that Maribelle had convinced her to wear. She prayed to the gods silently in hopes that the blonde wasn't too attached to this piece of clothing because, from the look in Stahl's eyes, it seemed it would be torn off and thrown into the woods in a few moments.

"STAAAAAAAHL! SUUUUULLLLYYY!" Frederick's voice rang out, causing Stahl's hand to snap back and Sully to instinctively cover her chest. "YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE MY TRAINING! MAKE NO MISTAKE, IWILL RELEASE SEVERA ON YOU!" Stahl flinched and instinctively covered his crotch in painful memories.

"Oh gods," Sully grumbled "We were so damn close."

Stahl grinned with amusement at the double meaning behind her words before retrieving his shirt. "Let's do this again."

"Without the angry Frederick?"

"And more sandwiches. Those are the only food you can make without killing anybody."

A/N: Severa likes to kick Stahl in the you-know-where, Maribelle is the average fangirl, Frederick is the interrupting guy (there will be another… DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUNN!), and Stahl and Sully are like two wyverns in heat.

Gods you guys.

Get a room!

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