Warnings: A bit angsty, smut
It was late, and the rain was pattering heavily onto the ground, and I was standing in front of the shop. My cloak was soaking wet, my hands gripping onto it tightly, covering as much as I could.
I’d promised Asra I was going to be back much earlier. But I’d lost track of time, and before I knew it, it had started to rain. It didn’t ease down even hours later, and after a long while I made my way through the rain as fast as I could to the shop.
The sky was dark, and I could see flashes of lightning above my head. My breath shuddered as I listened to the sound of the rain all around me. My feet were sore. I was freezing cold.
I wondered if Asra was still up.
I didn’t know what to hope for. He’d be worried sick if he was.. Or not.
We haven’t been having the best of days together. Over the past week, it feels as if there’s always at least something one of us disagrees on. The other day, we got in a stupid arguement about not locking the door before I left in the morning – I didn’t know he was going to leave for the whole day because we’d been barely talking from an earlier disagreement.
Today’s been another long day. Part of me wants to run in and wrap myself around him.
The other part still clings onto the frustration that’s built up over the past few days with him, not wanting to have anything to do with him.
Shaking my head of further thoughts, I pushed open the door and entered. Sliding my dripping cloak off onto the floor, I took a moment to breathe in the warm, less humid air, appreciating the atmosphere that contrasted with the air outside.
My head turns sharply to the source of the voice. The white haired magician was sitting at the table with his back turned towards me. It could’ve been my imagination, but it seemed for a moment that his voice hinted some concern. But his overall tone depicted.. A mixture of feelings – somewhere in there, frustration?
“I locked the door this morning, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” I said sharply, an annoyed tone clearly displayed. He gave off a small scoff that sounded like a mocking laugh.
“Do you know what time it is, MC?”
I do not have time for this bullshit. At this point, all desires deep down in my mind wanting to put my arms around him had gone off. All I want to do was head to bed.
“Oh, it’s a very pleasant bright morning. And I’m totally not soaking wet, or exhausted, thanks for asking, Asra.” I let out in a firm exhale, looking at his back with annoyance.
Asra lets out a loud sigh that coats the end of my sentence, turning to get up and face me. He crosses his arms as he gets on his feet, now meeting my eyes. Once again, I cannot decipher his emotions from his face completely.
“It is, indeed. You’ve been gone for the whole of the very pleasant morning, too.”
“God, why do you care?” I snap, my eyebrows scrunched together. “At least I don’t come back days after I leave the store!”
“Oh, putting it on me now, are we?” He hissed, his eyes slightly narrowing. “Tell me, MC, in this current situation, who’s the one returning after dark to the only other person at home?”
“I wouldn’t want to return home if this is all I ever get home to anymore.” I sneered. “But don’t you dare guilt trip me about this, because we both know which one of us disappears like the goddamn magician he is for however long he likes away from the other person who sometimes waits a whole goddamn week for him to return.”
Asra opens his mouth to speak, but I quickly flail my hand out to continue as if I didn’t see him try to say something.
“And for what? For this bullshit! Arguing about who doesn’t lock the door? About who leaves the store all day? What’s your point here?”
“My point, here, MC, is that the store isn’t safe when you leave it just like that for the whole day!” Asra rebuked, his face growing a little pink. For some reason, a part of me deep down knows that isn’t completely the truth. But I push that away for now.
“The store? The store, Asra?! What kind of stupidity is that?! When was the last time we even had a break in?!”
“You know anything can happen at any time – I’m saying that you leaving the store like that when it was supposed to be watched and when you were supposed to be here to help the customers–”
“You leave for days. Days, Asra! Weeks on ends sometimes! Don’t you think it’s a small favour just for you to watch it alone for one day?!”
“Oh, shut up, MC, you know why I go away for long periods of time! We both know who’s the one collecting ingredients for the sake of the shop–”
“Shut up? Shut up?! Make me!”
These are the words I yell out without a second thought as I tune out the rest of what he says, blood rising in anger. Never has he told me to shut up like that, not even in previous arguments. Asra’s face hints clearly with a startled expression for a split second before his mouth stops moving mid-talk, eyes still on mine. My breath joins the pattering of the rain outside, a bit worn out from all the yelling.
Just as fast as he stops talking, he recovers from this state. Slowly putting his arms down by his side, he walks towards me at the same painstakingly speed, our eyes not breaking contact, not even for a second.
His face is inches away from mine when he says, in a slightly softer, and yet somehow more heated tone, “What did you say?”
Something catches in my throat, and I feel that my blood rises even more, but not from anger this time.
“I said,” I breathed, taking in ragged breaths still. “Make. Me.”
And for a moment, I see a heated twinkle in his eyes too, a reflection of mine.
His hands cup my cheeks firmly before our lips crash onto each other’s. I find my hands desperately gripping onto the back of his neck, a warm wave of heat and relief flowing through me. I can’t remember the last time we’ve been this close ever since we’ve started having conflict between us. But this, all of this happening right now–I can’t focus on everything, but somehow it feels like such a relief, and it feels so good, and just so right.
When we break apart, Asra’s lips trail down to my neck, and my hands clutch onto his white locks as my mouth unwillingly lets out a soft moan, taking in the contact he had on my damp, longing skin.
He finds his way onto my lips again before pulling away again, and my elbows support my weight as I push them onto his shoulders, as his arms wrap around my waist. My legs wrap around his body as he somehow manages to carry us both up the stairs. He drops me onto the bed and I pull him in for another heated kiss, his body hovering over mine.
When he pulls away once more, I can hear his breath unevenly being taken in and let out as our frustrated eyes glare into each other.
“You wanted me to shut you up?” He whispered, my breath hitching as one of his hands grips one of my thighs. “Well, I’d like to see you try, love.”
I can feel my core increasingly warming up underneath my already rain-soaked clothes. Asra slides his top off with ease before doing the same with mine. As he lowers his head onto my chest, I bite my lip in an attempt to stop any sounds from coming out of my mouth. His mouth sucks onto my skin, leaving marks that I have a feeling I probably won’t be forgetting anytime soon. His hands find their way down to my legs, slipping the bottom part of my attire off along with my undergarments. My legs desperately open up slightly, anticipating as he trails his kisses down to my core, pushing my legs up onto his shoulders.
He pushes my legs gently in the direction of the headboard, motioning for me to move backwards. I push myself backwards enough for me to slightly lean against it, putting my head down enough to have our eyes meet. A faint smirk traces the edge of his lips as his tongue begins to swirl around my clitoris, exerting an unvoluntary small gasp from my throat, to which he pulls his head away.
“I’m sorry, was that sound I heard?”
I can only breathe shakily in return. I can see his smirk wishing to grow wider.
“Let’s make a deal, then–no sound, and I’ll let you enjoy the pleasure I’m undoubtedly currently providing you with. Sounds fair?”
My legs close in just a tiny bit as I nod in response.
“After all,” he purred against my core as he pushed his head towards it once again, “You are the one who told me to make you shut up, hm?”
His eyes look expectantly up at me, a soft chuckle resulting from his amusement.
“You can respond to that one, love.”
“Sounds fair,” I manage to mutter out, part of me wanting to slap myself across the face for saying those words to his very face.
A ghost of a smile flashes on his face before he drags his tongue slowly up against my warmth, and once again I’m biting my lips desperately as he sucks onto it at a very, very slow pace. His tongue finds its way into my entrance, my hips grinding to feel it deeper as my hands clutch onto his hair.
His violet eyes look up innocently at me with a coat of superiority, allowing me to move myself against his tongue for a while until he rests his other hand on my thigh firmly, stopping me from moving at further. My throat feels like it’s holding back a clump, restrainfully blocking even the smallest sounds from coming out. My hands pulls slightly at his hair as warmth starts to build up at the bottom of my stomach.
Asra pulls away just as I feel it about to spill out–my eyes are almost filling up with slight tears from the emotions that’ve been building up along, with the current frustration of him not letting me finish, when he says in a low, slow voice, “You don’t have to be so quiet now.”
A small whimper lets out of my mouth in relief, pushing him gently towards where he had previously made me feel so good, urging him to continue.
“Oh, you wanted to–?” He asked sweetly with the same innocent eyes, head tilting to the side. I can feel part of my face slightly flushing, nodding.
“I’m sorry, love, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Tell me–what would you like me to do?”
“I would like your face back inbetween my legs.”
“Hmm,” he purred, now breathing very closely near my thighs again. “And why, exactly?”
“Because,” I manage to pull out, words getting tangled in my throat. “Because–you make me feel good.”
“Hm, tell me more,” he asked, teasing his tongue on my skin, another shaky sigh escaping my lips.
“You make me.. Feel so good, Asra,” I breathed, running my hands in his hair softly. His expression softens for a moment at this action, and my heart fills up with the tenderness I’d last felt weeks ago, the kind of tenderness I’d forgotten I felt.
I’d missed his body, the feeling of his being so close to mine, the sounds of the both of us filling up the entire room all to ourselves.. But I’d missed him as a person in general more.
Asra lets out a soft, fond sigh, and I pull his hair slightly, pulling his head up more.
“Now,” I whispered, the superiority in his eyes reflecting in mine this time, “You’re going to let me finish.”
He nodded, and without another word, he pushes his tongue down into me once more, my throat letting out moans I’d been pushing down before. I look up, his mouth doing wonders to me, bringing my stomach once again to a build-up that my whole body anticipates–I let out louder moans as my legs close in around his head more, my hips grinding harder, my breath getting shakier–and it’s not long before I let out a loud, concluding moan that ends in a pool of warmth underneath my shaky legs.
I let my head rest against the wall, eyes closed. I feel soft kisses around my thighs before I can hear the muffling of him getting out of his bottoms, then using his hands to push my shoulders down gently onto the bed for me to lie down on my back. I feel his warmth against mine as he hovers above me, his breath on my nose. I open my eyes for a short moment and put my arms gently around his neck, pressing my forehead to his.
“I’ve missed you in bed,” I said softly, closing my eyes.
“Is that all you’ve missed me for?” Asra asks teasingly. I can feel a soft smile growing on his face.
“Mm, I’ve missed you in bed at night as well,” I respond.
“I did sleep here, though,” he said, to which I responded, “I know. I just never got to see you before I got into bed. Or look at your face in the morning anymore when I got up. I knew you intentionally did that to avoid looking at mine.”
A moment of quiet, before I continue, “I missed you in bed, at night when I slept, and in the morning when I woke up, Asra.”
He lets out a quiet sigh.
“I didn’t want to argue anymore before we drifted off to sleep, MC,” he said. “It was tiring.”
I open my eyes, kissing him on the top of his head. “I know. It was.”
Asra’s lips tugs at a soft smile before they made their way onto mine once more, but this time it’s different. It’s gentle, and soft, and caring. As we get wrapped up in the kiss, I feel him entering me below, and we both let out a muffled moan inbetween our kiss.
We don’t break apart as he increases his pace, in fact, we pull each other closer towards each other. The movement from below sends waves of pleasure throughout my body, low groans filling up the room from Asra’s lips as my hands travel down to his back. In this moment, I feel the heat of anger and frustration slowly collapsing away. Everything is in place. I’m here, in the room, with us on our bed once again, our bodies enjoying each other’s warmth, our voices reverberating all around the room.
We are both almost at our peak, with the movement having picked up at a fast pace, when Asra nuzzles his head in my neck, both of our groans loudly clashing with each other. The last few thrusts sends an imminent wave of pleasure down my spine, our bodies shakily stopping our movements as we both let out a final, loud clash of groans, his warmth filling me up, and the feeling of my warmth being let go.
Our breaths fill the room for a while, ragged and exhausted, as his head remains in my neck, and as my fingertips ease themselves from his back.
He pulls out of me slowly, falling next to me onto the bed, his arm over his eyes. We’re both still panting, and I take a moment to catch my breath before rolling over and gently push his arm aside, making him open his eyes.
I support myself on one elbow as I use a hand to run it across his beautiful face, hooded violet eyes looking into mine.
“You’re back,” I smiled softly, echoing his words from earlier. “In bed, with me.”
He nods with a slight “hm” in return, his lips now in a smile.
I lean forward to give him a tender, lingering kiss, then I settle on his now outstreched arm, putting my hand on his chest.
Our eyes droopily look at each other as the sound of rain continues to patter outside the walls. I let out a soft sigh as he presses a soft kiss onto my head. I draw myself closer to him before letting my eyes fall shut.
I know he’s here next to me as I begin to fall asleep. I can hear his soft breathing, I can feel him, his warmth next to mine.
And I know this time that when I wake up, I’ll definitely see his face again.
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