Partake
series: granblue fantasy pairing: Alexiel/Europa word count: 1521 rating: M summary: Beautiful. Could there be anything else in the skies that could compare to this?
[AO3]
nothing much other than europa being really thirsty
Perhaps it was the drink Gabriel had provided.
Knowing little of mortal matters, much less of what sort of spirit or liquor, she had troubled Gabriel for a recommendation. Gabriel had given her this bottle, the label written in a language unknown to Europa. She had said it was strong and sent it off with a wink though the gesture was lost on Europa. She trusted Gabriel though, and had opened the bottle without another thought, pouring out it in the two cups she had in front of her.
As she had seen the mortals done, she raised her cup and held it out, and Alexiel knocked her own cup lightly against hers. The sound of the clink was quiet but at the lakeside where only the two of them were, it seemed to echo across the surface of the water.
Perhaps they should have stopped after the first sip. Europa was no stranger to wine, but the flavor of this was far richer than she had ever encountered before… with a peculiar heat that seemed to surge straight through her body and settle in the lowest areas of her stomach.
Was Alexiel affected? Europa couldn't be sure, unable to think past the heat now coursing through her. When she reached to pour herself a second cup though, her fingers brushed against Alexiel's, mirroring her action.
The simple touch made the heat intensify. Europa summoned water to coat her body but it did little to tide over the rising sweltering inside of her.
"Where did you procure this wine?" Alexiel asked. In Europa's distraction, she had taken the bottle and poured the contents of it for the both of them.
Europa made to answer but as her eyes looked over, she drank in the sight of Alexiel instead: her broad shoulders, the toned muscles that her swimsuit left little to imagination, the dip of her belly, and her gallant face.
"Gabriel gave it to me," she replied, and swallowed, aware now of her painfully dry throat. She took a sip of her drink, and several more, but still, her thirst was never quenched. She went for another sip, and somehow found that she had reached the end of her cup. When had that happened? She wanted more—of what?—and she reached for the bottle again before an idea struck her.
Europa had heard that mortals would partake in alcohol to make decisions. Liquid courage, they had often called it. Now, she understood exactly what that meant. Perhaps, then, that it was the wine, in either giving her the courage or lowering her reservations, that bade her to speak her next words.
"Alexiel, would you like to try something?"
"Hm? What is it, Europa?"
"A game that I have seen the mortals play."
Alexiel seemed to hesitate but her gaze, always so serious and solemn even with the flush on her face, settled on Europa's. "I am open to what you have in mind."
That was exactly what Europa wanted to hear. She explained what she wanted and though Alexiel barely held any understanding, she still nodded. Encouraging.
With her magic, Europa took the liquid inside the bottle and let it flow toward her now open palm.
The liquor flowed on her hand but a drop never touched the ground. It would have been a shame to waste such a gift from Gabriel otherwise. Her throat was still parched though, but when she took a sip of the wine, it did little to diffuse the burning inside of her.
Europa looked back at Alexiel, and found her eyes trained on Europa's lips. Curious, she took another sip, and Alexiel's gaze sharpened like her mirror edge, sucking in a quiet breath.
Perhaps…
Europa refilled what she had drunk and held her hand out toward Alexiel's lips. Alexiel hesitated but lowered her head. She took a sip, tongue cautiously lapping at first before she began to drink greedily, as if she had never taken a drink in her existence.
Transfixed, Europa could only watch with awe. Alexiel drank every last drop until her lips pressed against Europa's palm. Whether she meant to do that or had only realized now there was no more wine left, Europa would never know. Alexiel lifted her head to look at Europa, and the desire she could see sent another wave of liquid heat surging through her.
"Wonderful," came unbidden out of Europa, a fervent whisper. The flush on Alexiel deepened, extending down her face to past her neck now. Europa took note of it. Her fingers twitched to reach out and soothe the heat that she now knew to be running through Alexiel as well, but her own fire was already scalding her inside.
She gestured for Alexiel to lower herself to the ground, smiling sweetly when Alexiel obeyed without any hesitation. Once more, she pulled the liquor out of the bottle, gathering it in her hand. She slowly tilted her hand, the drop of sweet wine about to slide off before it stopped. She waited instead, watching Alexiel carefully. When Alexiel encouraged her with a nod, Europa angled her hand steeper.
The liquor flowed, cascading down like a waterfall to splash against Alexiel's skin. Alexiel gasped, her body tensing, but she did not move away. Europa took errant drops that had tried to drip away, gathering together. She watched Alexiel and on a whim, cooled the liquor.
Alexiel gasped again and Europa saw the ripples of muscle as she nearly curled in on herself. Her hands dug into the ground instead, and her eyes wandered down to the puddle on her body.
"You didn't spill any," Europa murmured, reaching out to pat Alexiel's cheek. "Good."
Alexiel made a strangled sound. To command such power over Alexiel… it was almost unimaginable.
In watching Alexiel, she hadn't realized that she allowed a drop of liquor to escape. Rather than gather it back though, Europa followed the droplet with her eyes as it trickled below, following the line of muscles, and disappeared to stain Alexiel's swimsuit.
Europa licked her lips. The action felt obscene but how could she hold herself back? She wanted to trace the same path but a drop of formless liquid was vastly different from a solid hand. No matter how great her mastery over the water was, it wouldn't be the sensation that Europa wanted to be for Alexiel.
Perhaps later, Europa could convince her into the water…
Europa returned her attention to where the liquor was, gathered between the valley of Alexiel's breasts. She allowed more of it to slide down the sculpted body, until she felt her mouth run dry. She had one desire now: to quench her thirst.
Alexiel's stomach clenched in anticipation as she watched Europa lean down. Europa let her cool breath tease the wet but heated skin before allowing herself to partake.
The taste of earthy skin, of sweet grapes, of bitter alcohol filled Europa's mouth. She swallowed it all down, and still thirst for more. It was as if the heat coursing through her had turned her thoughts to steam as well, save for the only thought to savor everything before her as much as possible.
Exquisite. Ethereal. Decadent.
"Nn!" Alexiel choked on a breath. Her fingers dug into the earth to steady herself, the knuckles white. Europa wondered what it might feel like to have them on her. To feel Alexiel's strength, to hold her powerful frame against Europa's own, to see if her unending water would yield against the uncrossable earth—Europa wanted it all.
She made sure her tongue lapped up every last drop. Even so, her throat still felt too parched. The heat inside of her had only grown stronger, like a wave cresting but with no cliff to crash against.
Europa pulled back, her eyes now drinking in the sight of Alexiel's disheveled state. The flush had only grown, and Alexiel's eyes had a darkened luster to them now. Her breathing quickened, and she trembled where she lay, her skin slick with both wine and sweat. The sight of Alexiel like this…
Salacious.
To see the earth—no, to see Godsworn Alexiel become so undone underneath her—
Beautiful.
Could there be anything else in the skies that could compare to this?
Europa traced a cold finger down the line of Alexiel's body, from her soft throat to the ridge between her breasts to the line of abdominal muscle, and was rewarded with a shudder. The wine had made the skin sticky.
"Might I... be able to return the favor?" Alexiel asked suddenly, her voice low. Her eyes promised to return the desire tenfold, an offer Europa was more than glad to take.
But no, not yet. The wine had continued its natural descent downward which meant, as Europa settled her gaze underneath the thin fabric covering the apex of Alexiel's legs, where they were gathered now...
Europa parted Alexiel's legs and settled herself in the middle. She licked her lips once more and leaned down, delighting in the sharp inhale she heard from Alexiel.
"Allow me to admire more of your beauty first."