They enjoy a picnic with one another, hearts bonded with everlasting passion.
The lush green of the meadow was evident as the sky contrasted with its vibrant blue. Flowers and birds alike sung through the environment, with the occasional distant grunt or howl of a resident.
Embracing it all, Cora shuts her eyes and sighs, the curl of her lip beaming upwards when bulky arms wrap around her waist and a breath starts against her neck.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Susano’o inquires from her shoulder, rubbing his cheek slightly against her own to amuse her. Cora giggles, holding his preoccupied hands. “Yes, it is. Susa, how did you come by this place?”
“I perched here once. It was quite the relief, and I’ve been a part of it since.” The man recalls, admiring the landscape for a moment, before parting away to the blanket. “I could set everything up, and give you a moment to take it all in.”
“No, silly. I can do both.” Cora kneels beside him, picking up the plates from the basket while Susano’o smoothens the cloth. “How do you think the kids are? Amaterasu probably having an easy time with them, but Tsukuyomi may have less of a ball.” Susano'o chuckles at his words, shaking his head.
“I’m sure they’re alright. Amaterasu’s a great aunt towards them, and Tsukuyomi may be talking his role as an uncle with a bit more passion. I swear I saw him redirect the fireflies towards them the last time they were babysitting while in the garden at night.” Cora responds, rolling her eyes with a smile.
They sit next to one another, cheering at the feast in front of them.
“It’s Valentine's Day. You deserve a moment to rest.” Susano'o lightly places his hands on either side of Cora’s shoulders, starting off with a firm roll of his fingers. She pushes into him, groaning as he shifts to her spine.
“We, Susano'o. We deserve a break.” She says, softly smiling as Susano'o continues his ministrations to her lower back. “I love your muscles so damn much right now.” “Glad they’re being of service right now.” Susano'o flexes them for a moment, then joins Cora in her laughter.
“This suit is perfect. Susaboo, you’re so handsome.” Cora smoothens a small fold, smiling cheekily as she briefly tightens her hold on his arm. “I may be getting a thing for it.” “Thank you, I thought it’d be fitting.”
“Your dress, Dearest,” Susano'o’s eyes trail lightly over each edge and curve, relishing the sight in front of him with a loving gaze. “is beautiful.” His hand instinctively sticks out, reeling her closer. “You’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“I love you so much.” Susano'o’s eyes glaze for a moment, and he hugs her. He runs his fingers through her hair, tightening his hold on her. “I love you too, Susano'o. So, so much.” Cora responds, a stray tear leaving her eye.
“Gosh, the waterworks in here are something.” Susano'o laughs at that, taking Cora’s head into his hands. Their foreheads meet, then he kisses hers.
“You’re everything to me.” He whispers. “You’re everything to me too.” She responds, her whisper a reciprocation of his love.
“Ugh, I missed these.” Cora moans happily as she chews on the sandwich Susano'o made. “Me too. I have to make them more often.” “You should. The sauce in this is to die for.”
“Leave some of those sounds for me, Honey. The picnic’s not over yet.” Susano'o smirks knowingly as he gently swipes a stain to the side of Cora’s bottom lip. The woman flusters, instinctively lowering her bottom lip with a breathy sigh.
“Y’know, I don’t think this forest has been christened yet…care to help?” Cora slightly gags at his inserted thumb on her tongue as he cleans the sauce off, his eyes lowered with lust. A groan leaves his lips and he quickly pulls her closer to him, arms wrapped around her lower back as their mouths clash.
“Isn’t it too early for this? The–hmm food’s not done yet.” Cora contrasts her words as she savours the taste of tart, red wine in his mouth, the hint of acidic blueberry sending her to a high. “Good point, but you’re so adorable and I’m missing you.” His hand lowers into her dress, his fingers caress her parted thighs and she moans as he cups her through fabric with a slight shift of his hand upwards.
“Trying to mess me all up, such a naughty Susaboo.” Cora nibbles at the edge of his neck, adorning a spot with wet kisses and light bites. Her bite instinctively hardens, breaking skin when Susano'o dips past fabric, groaning at the wetness he finds.
“A lighter session, then. Please? I have to savour—taste you.” Cora’s gently pushed to the ground, and she gasps, nodding as he bundles up her dress to her chest. “Is that a ‘yes’?” Heat radiates off of his hand as it hangs close to her inner thigh.
“Yes, silly Susa. Oh!” Her laughter is replaced with a moan when Susano'o licks a stripe up her thigh, parting the two to where he’s most welcome. He blows cold air right between, and chuckles at Cora’s failed attempt to close up, tightening his hold on her ankles
“This house is too quiet.” Cora comments, chewing on strawberry cake beside her husband. “Yes, I miss hearing them too.”
Susano’o looks to the corner where he’d see Kentarō build Lego’s with Estrella, while referencing the photo of the finished product at the back of the box with furrowed brows looking to the guidelines held on his other side. At this hour, he may have had to assist them in a difficult section.
“Want a strawberry?” Susano'o places the tantalising, cream covered fruit close to Cora’s lips, teasing her with soft swipes left and right. “Of course.” She responds with a soft smile, and opens her mouth.
As she moves to receive it, Susano'o swipes the fork hastily and intertwines with a deep kiss. “Hm!” She yelps, but closes her eyes as her fingers wrap around his tie, pulling him closer. Her other hand shifts to the abandoned berry and plucks it from the fork.
“One sec.” Cora pulls away, and bites into the top half of the fruit. She looks up at Susano'o, mischief evident on her features, and her fingers grazing upwards his chest to the buttons on his shirt. She shifts on top of him, heated with a slight blush when their heads are across one another.
Susano'o smirks, lifting his head to her own and bites into the other edge. They simultaneously moan into the sweet kiss, bounds out of the way and prepared to vigorously cherish one another as their tongues dance against matter and liquid.
“Susa, let’s start here, please.”
The instinctual roll of Cora’s hips when she feels Susano'o’s evident excitement against her causes him to firmly clutch onto her sides, guiding her against him once more. Sensitivity caused by earlier events makes her putty in his hands.
How I felt while and after writing about the two:
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! ♡₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾♡
