Title: Senses

Theme: #23 Candy

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins

Pairing: KingxDiane

Note: Hmm... Not really any spoilers this time. Sorry it's another short one but I like it this length.

Disclaimer: It might be a good thing that I don't own Seven Deadly Sins. None of the other characters would get any screen time because I would be too busy writing pages upon pages of King and Diane making out. XD

Senses:

He tasted like warm honey.

Tantalizingly sweet. He was a hive, overflowing, dripping with golden deliciousness. It reminded her of sugar spun delicacies, crafted for beauty and adored for lingering on the tongue long after consumption. Addictive. It was hard to stop at one. Her body craved the flavor of his love, adding her own to their union, and reveling in the mix of them. The explosion of sweetness that assaulted her could only be compared to the freshest apricot, perfect, rare, and so so good.

His lips were as soft as lily petals.

Delicate and plush. Pulling him to her only furthered that discovery, never failing to make her gasp. He was timid at first, allowing her only vague brushes of his lips. She would frown, pushing out her own pouty lips. Before she could even register movement he would be there, pressing against her, allowing her to experience the full effect of the softness she had briefly felt. His passionate lips could assault her with vigorous need but never were they not the smooth comforting pair she had taken great enjoyment in. He was a blanket of affection, warming her and keeping her safe.

He smelled of sweet nectar.

Nostalgic and comforting. His was a scent she could pick up anywhere. It reminded her of years past, happiness coated with laughter, and promises kept. When he held her she allowed the smell of him to envelop her, intoxicating her senses, making her reach for him. He was an aphrodisiac, making her weak with his influence over her, filling her every thought as he merely stood by her side, eyes narrowed in adoration.

His hum of pleasure like the reverberations of a hummingbird's wings.

Exciting and steady. Making him happy was the easiest thing. She couldn't keep herself from constantly seeking out ways to coax out his smile, delighting in the pleased purr that escaped his throat only for her. There was never enough attention she could give him. He took whatever she gave with complete appreciation, finding her every act worth noticing. Much like a sleepy kitten, his expression would scrunch in contentment and a gentle sound would escape him when she would rub her cheek against his face, allowing her the honor of witnessing him curl into a ball against her in pure undiluted joy.

He blushed with the glow of the ripest peaches.

Charming and flattering. His cheeks were constantly painted with a faint dusting of pink ash when in her company, adding a pleasing effect to his face's natural roundness. She would on occasion direct the full focus of her attention on him, if only to see his features redden as they bloomed with pleasure. The coloring only accented his shyness, appealing him to her as she blushed in responding pride.

No matter where he was, right by her side, keeping an ever watchful eye on her, or leagues away, invading her mind and leaving a gaping hole in her heart, he could affect her in the most miraculous ways. Without him around to fill her senses her world turned bleak, a land warped in harsh blends of sorrow and hurt. Her hands craved to reach out and feel the touch of his creamy skin and the comfort it gave her. She desired his scent, never failing to pull her into the embrace of happiness, and the sound of his hesitant concerns, always worrying. Her heart yearned to see him, the way his intense eyes gazed at her with unfiltered devotion, the shape of a man that was so different from what was expected of her. She needed to convince herself of their mutual longing, to taste his warmth, to know that the prize she had been gifted with by the world wasn't merely a dream spun into existence by a hell that existed in jagged hatred and stained cruelty.

Diane needed Harlequin with her so that his love could keep her dark world bursting with color, her love protected by the heart of the Fairy King whose very existence brought to life every sensation in her.

-OWARI-

I guess I like writing things like this so much because like Diane I'm head over heels in love with King.

Looks like only eleven more themes to go! I honestly can't believe I've made it this far! I'm looking forward to working on the next chapters! ^-^

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