【With little warning is Aerith grabbed by the bicep. Caim leans in as if he's ready to divulge a secret... only to press his branded tongue to her cheek.
He licked her, therefore she is his.】
“Eh?”
Aerith didn’t have time to process what had just transpired. The grip to her arm was familiar, but the wetness to cheek was not. Eyes wide, she stared straight ahead for a good moment, and then turned her head.
“Caim, did you just...” With a smile, she leaned in and gave his cheek a reciprocated lick and giggled. “Right back at you!”
send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble. ; Accepting
voicelesshatred sent “Claimed” - my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.
A gasp escaped quivering pink lips.
Aerith clung to Caim’s back, squirming beneath him as her neck was attacked. Her breath hitched again, feeling teeth nipping soft flesh. Mewling sweetly, she struggled to keep her eyes open, as if closing them would be giving in entirely. Not that she didn’t want this. She had been the one to instigate, tempting the man in a not so subtle manner. But she had some amount of pride - afraid to fully give in, as if he would win some unknown battle between them.
“C-Caim...!”
She shuddered as he released the tormented flesh, sighing with a moan at the feel of his hot tongue lapping at the forming bruise.
Then, just as quickly, the sensation returned just a bit higher, closer to her ear. She could hear every breath he took. Back arched, her chest pressed into his as she pulled him down against her, wanting to be crushed beneath such a powerful form.
“People... are going to... see those...!” Aerith huffed, thrilled at the mere idea; though she’d never admit it. “You... you tease...!”
//Yyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss the slowest of burns. With lots of violent outbursts. (it's bad but it's exciting, shut up) ♥♥♥
You just know once they're together, they're going to be a power couple. Caim's already ruthless and nigh unstoppable. Imagine if he had a competent healer behind him.
Oh, but I look forward to the times they heavily disagree and butt heads. Because it's going to be on an extreme level. My personal wish list with these two is Caim throwing Aerith over his shoulder.
Aerith pressed her entire weight into Caim’s back. She was exhausted and emotionally pressed. She thought for sure he’d move away, but he remained still, allowing her this moment of weakness. It only took that realization for tears to escape.
Hands curled into fists, shaking as she struggled to hold it back. The lump in her throat increased in size and volume, strangling whatever sound may have attempted to ring. Everything hurt. Her eyes stung and breath became ragged. She sobbed silently, face shoved into the strong back of the man she had chosen to follow.
She had no idea what possessed him to let her do this. But for whatever reason, she was glad. She hated showing this side of herself and hoped it would be just this once. Just once.
