A passing thought I had.... Thinking about writing letters to lohen while him and the KoF were still out on expedition in nod krai. When you'd have Something going on together that wasn't official yet.... And when some other knights would occasionally get sent letters with lip marks on them possibly from their partners or sorts... You'd just take a swipe from your lip with your thumb, to smudge it on the paper.. just to keep him wondering u know.. and he'd ask later when you two see each other again...... I dunno...
Lohen skips over the rest of the letter's content and immediately zeroes in on the smudged red tint at the bottom of the paper, noting that its weight is too heavy to be ink, its colour too light to be blood.
Roughly, he bites the tip of his gloves and pulls it off with his teeth, tossing the offending piece of fabric onto the ground without a single care. Instead, all his focus is weighed on his thumb carefully swiping against the crimson trail resting on the bottom of the parchment until the colour is picked up by the pad of his thumb, confirming his suspicions.
Even though Lohen doesn't know a single thing when it comes to beauty products, he knows what this is.
“whistles Vice Captain, who's the lucky one!” A bold new recruit wolfs.
Everyone else in the training square holds their breath, expecting the new recruit to become Lohen's training dummy for the day.
A beat passes... and then, laughter.
“Mhm, indeed. I wonder who is the lucky one~”
Teal blue eyes laser flicker brightly with a light of mischief; not the kind that makes one think “oh, how cute”, but the kind that makes one think “oh, this man is going to commit a war crime soon”.
For the past few minutes, your lips have been ravaged by the wicked little monster named Lohen, your body forcefully pinned up against the back of your own house to take his relentless blows one after another without pause.
One moment, you were watching him march through the city gates with the rest of the knights, joining the crowd in welcoming them back from their long expedition; in the next moment, the vice captain had grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the people, making a mad dash to your address like his life depended on it with yours in tow— and now you were here, weak, breathless, at his complete mercy.
When his face finally bears to part from yours, a string of saliva is all that's left connecting the leftover space between the two of you, dangling precariously like a spider's web. Even though your lips are as swollen as a bee's sting, your mouth suddenly feels dry without his tongue inside of you, like all this time, he was the air you breathed in, the water you drank, the one thing you needed to survive.
And from the way his eyes glint with light, you can tell he enjoys it— being your only form of salvation.
“Tell me. The lipstick you used to smudge the letter. Is it the same as the one you're wearing now?”
Dazedly, you nod, drawing a low, satisfied laugh from him.
“How lucky I am,” he purrs in delight, “that I get to kiss you instead of imagining you kissing that stupid piece of paper instead of me.”
For a second, you open your mouth to protest—to tell him that you merely smudged your lipstick on the paper, never intending to kiss it— but a second is all it takes for Lohen to capture your lips again, starting the same song and dance both of you are familiar with.
The greed of your vice captain knows no bounds, but you'll gladly reserve all your kisses until the next time you meet him again.
