Come Hither Continued (Fem Version)
Fandom: Fictif Last Legacy
Pairing: Felix x MC (female genitalia, no pronouns. Male genitalia version is here)
Content Warnings: HUGE spoilers for Felix's Chapter 12, oh, and it's basically all sex! This is my take on if the scene had continued after the fade to black.
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“Maybe you should call it quits, go to bed early–” I suggested, fully expecting to repeat similar comments several times before Felix finally gave in and went to sleep. As expected, he just looked up at me from his spot at the desk in his room at Blackthorn Hall, raising an eyebrow.
“Go to bed early? I couldn’t possibly fall asleep again, not when the night is so young.” As if to emphasize his point, he drains the teacup he’d been sipping on.
“So, what then? C’mon, this is our first study-free night in ages. There’s gotta be something you want to do.”
In response, Felix pops a sliver of strawberry into his mouth. He’s silent for several seconds, thinking.
“Sure you don’t need to rest?” I asked gently, knowing how much he’d hated being stuck in bed– and then I had another idea. “How about I run you a nice hot bath? You select the oil, I’ll grab one of those big fluffy towels you like.”
Felix shadows me as I head for the door. “I don’t want to take a bath!” I reach for the door, but pause, glancing back at him. He’s looking at me with big, pleading eyes, as though he wasn’t half asleep mere minutes ago.
“Then what do you want?”
He lets out a nervous little laugh, and I offer him a reassuring smile.
“I can think of a few things the two of us could do here, alone,” he said, oh-so-casually. A lump forms in my throat. Did he hear himself? Apparently not. Sensing my surprise and blushing, he adds quickly, “You– you asked if there was anything I wanted, and… All I can think of is you. You’re on my mind every waking hour. I ache terribly for you.”
Oh. “You what?” I’m not sure I heard him right with all the blood rushing in my ears.
Clearly flustered, he continues. “I-I meant that I want to be with you! I want you to hold me, and touch me, and… and I realize that this must all sound very silly.”
Just as quickly as he opened up, he’s withdrawing again, shrinking in on himself. The sight makes my heart ache, and before he can say any more, I surge forward and kiss him. He locks up at first, clearly surprised, but once the tension has bled from him, I ease back. “I couldn’t have said it any better myself. I feel the same way, Felix.”
“Really?” It’s harder to tell what’s making him blush harder: my proximity or my words. Still, there’s a sense of lingering doubt in the way his breath stutters and lashes dip.
“I adore you,” I told him softly, cupping his cheek. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves lately, but I’m happy every moment I get to be with you.”
Felix whispers my name, his hand fluttering to his chest where the lines of the mark gleam like an old scar in the dim light. “The fault lies with me. Every waking moment since my resurrection I’ve spent chasing after answers–”
I gave him another quick kiss, cutting him off. “It’s not your fault. And I really don’t mind. I love spending time with you. It’s just…” I lick my lips, wondering just how blunt I should be, before I decide to just be honest with him. “Sometimes I look at you while you’re reading, and I wish you’d crack me open like one of your books.”
Felix just stares at me for a long moment, and I can practically see him struggling to compute what I’ve just said. “...Come again?”
I groan. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best example… Let’s try that again. “Do you know how hard it is to focus on all this magical technobable whenever it’s just the two of us? Alone?”
This time, Felix’s eyes widen gradually as the meaning of my words dawns on him. His throat bobs, and his blush has returned full-force.
He still hasn’t said anything, so I added softly, “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I miss having fun with you. There’s so many things I’ve been dreaming of doing…” Like pinning him against a wall and kissing him senseless, or tying him up the way he’s hinted at so many times… I reach out, tracing the path of the mark from the pit of his collarbone down, to its center. His heart thrums beneath my palm, and I smirk slightly at the effect I have on him.
At first, Felix is so quiet I fear I’ve startled him. Then, he reaches past me, never once taking his eyes off of mine as he flicks the door’s lock shut. “Care to show me what exactly you had in mind?”
My heart leaps as Felix takes a step backward. He crooks his finger, beckoning me to follow him to the bed. Despite his obvious intent, I find myself flailing, suddenly nervous. I’ve waited so long for this, I’m not even sure what to say. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ to the bath?” Oh, gods, that’s stupid.
“If a bath is still what you desire… well, I can’t very well bathe in my clothes, now can I?” Felix replied, smirking at me in a way I’ve never seen before. I can’t help it, I let out a surprised little laugh and follow.
Felix gazes up at me from his perch on the side of the bed. For all his teasing, he twiddles nervously with the ends of his hair. “I could really use a hand here.” He gestures airily at his overly complicated ensemble.
Huh, he didn’t need help earlier when he stripped in front of me, but I don’t need an excuse to enjoy this. The topmost belt opens easily. The corset, however… “As much as I love the new look, you really haven’t made this easy for me.”
“I’m sure you will manage somehow,” he teased, smiling softly up at me.
While I struggle to guide a slippery lace through a narrow eyelet, Felix watches me. He’s so still, I might think he was entirely unaffected were it not for the heat in his eyes. Ordinarily a soft shade of gray, now they’re nearly black.
“How did you even put this on?”
Felix hisses when I accidentally draw the cinch tighter. “Very, very carefully.”
Finally, the top laces loosen. My heart soars, until I see just how many eyelets remain tightly woven. I sigh.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I glance up at the sound of his voice to find Felix smirking at me, and nothing makes me happier than kissing that smirk off of his face.
Felix makes a soft, surprised noise when my teeth graze his bottom lip. He pulls back, but lingers a breath away from me. “Don’t stop.”
Despite the tremble in his voice, Felix parts his legs, inviting me closer. I follow him, crawling over the edge of the bed to straddle his thigh. He guides my hands lower to the next unfastened buckle. But by now, I’m well past the point of patience.
Felix moans in surprise when my fingers sink into the fine hair at the nape of his neck and tug. He manages to peel open his belt while baring his throat to me. But with each bruise I suck on the crook of his neck, his attempts to undress grow more clumsy. “Ngh, that’s it!” He gasps, and I bite down lightly on his neck.
He finally abandons the pretense of helplessness. The corset and belts come off, and I pull back slightly to give him some room. Once he’s flung his shirt across the bed, he leans back on his elbows and gazes up at me. Even flustered and disheveled, he’s a vision splayed beneath me. His dark hair pools on the embroidered sheets. Half-lidded eyes glint brightly in the lamplight. That beautiful, furious blush staining his cheeks and working its way down to his shoulders.
When our eyes meet, he speaks so softly as to whisper, “I want you to do with me as you wish.” Felix cups my face in his hands. He gently pulls me close enough to feel his breath flutter. “I’m yours tonight and every night, so long as you’ll have me.”
His words have my heart hammering. My answer is a kiss, slow and soft. Felix’s lips part eagerly as he sinks into the pile of pillows scattered below the headboard.
He twists his hands into my clothes and tugs, growing more impatient by the second, and I indulge him, letting him help me undress. “Always,” I whisper when our lips part as he pulls my shirt over my head, gentle despite his impatience. “I’ll always have you, Felix.”
He smiles up at me lovingly, a moment of soft admiration breaking through the lust. Even after so long, he needs to hear it, a promise that I am his and I’ll never, ever leave him. Then, resting one hand on the back of my neck, he pulls me into another kiss. It starts out soft and slow, but rapidly becomes much more heated. His hands roam across my bare skin as I work on his pants, leaving him panting and moaning into my lips as my hands stray lower, rubbing against the bulge rapidly forming there.
I want him so badly, but I can’t resist dragging this out a little. I’ve only just touched him, and already he’s so worked up, so desperate… After a few moments longer of teasing him, he breaks the kiss, head falling back against the pillows. “Gods, just– don’t stop. Please.” His shaking hands find their way to my waist, ridding me of my pants in a swift tug, and I finally pull his the rest of the way off as well, shoving the clothes to the floor.
Rapidly losing my patience as well, I moved to straddle him again, the both of us naked this time. Felix gasped at the contact, his hips jerking against mine. I leaned down, pressing my body against his, and I kissed him again– hard. One of his hands tangled in my hair, tuggling lightly to test my reaction, then a little harder when I moaned in response, taking the opportunity to drag his tongue along my bottom lip, silently asking permission. I eagerly accepted, deepening the kiss.
Before long, I lose myself in the slide of his tongue against mine, the balm of his cool hands on my heated skin, the subtly sweet taste of him, the way we were grinding against one another, desperately seeking friction.
Eventually, I broke the kiss, pushing myself up to change positions slightly. “Ready?” I panted, stroking him with my hand for a moment.
“Of co-haaah, oh gods, yes,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he bit down on his lip.
Swallowing nervously, I nodded, slowly easing myself down onto him. His hips twitched and he groaned, one hand grasping the pillow in a death grip as he fought to stay still, determined not to hurt me. For a moment, I waited, adjusting to him as I peppered his chest and shoulders with kisses, listening to his shuddering breaths and half-strangled whimpers.
Slowly, I began moving against him, and he moaned again, louder this time. Rocking his hips against mine, he looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. “ Ahh- h-haah… Kiss me,” he whispered, tugging me back down against him. I happily obliged, and we soon fell into a rhythm of kissing and rocking our hips against one another. It started out slow, but rapidly picked up speed as we gave into our desires, desperately needing more of each other.
Before long, we weren’t even kissing– I had moved back to his neck, sucking and biting on every sensitive spot I could find. Felix had given up on trying to keep it down, becoming completely consumed by the pleasure and passion. In between the wordless moans and gasps of my name, he was saying words I couldn’t understand– Velan, most likely, though he occasionally switched back to English, sometimes mid-sentence.
With how worked up we both were, it wasn’t long at all before I could feel the pressure building, and judging by the way Felix was whimpering beneath me, and the erratic bucking of his hips, he was getting close too. One of his hands tangled in my hair, tugging firmly, pulling me away from his neck. He said something in Velan, paused for a moment– forcing his brain to remember how to speak in a way I’d understand– and then he tried again. “I-I can’t,” he gasped, moaning again as my hips came down a little more forcefully against his. “I c-can’t take it, I’m– i-if you don’t stop k-kissing my neck–- haaah, gods– I’m… I won’t l-last much longer.”
He was stammering, whimpering, his body shaking from pleasure as his fingertips dug into my hip, a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the light of the lamp. It was too much, and my hips started uncontrollably bucking harder against his. He gasped, looking up at me with wide eyes before moaning louder, his control beginning to slip as well.
“Ahh, gods, Felix, I’m–” I managed before breaking off with a shuddering gasp as he slipped his left hand between us, adding more stimulation and pushing me over the edge. I cried out in sheer bliss, hips jerking harder against him as the pleasure flooded me, overwhelming.
Felix whimpered beneath me, twitching as I throbbed around him, clinging to the last bit of control he had- and then I moaned his name, as I began to come down from the high of my orgasm, and that was the last straw.
His hips began to jerk against mine again, desperate and erratic. “Aahhh-haaah, I’m– s-so close, I can’t– ah, oh gods, I’m– I’m gonna–!!” He broke off, crying out my name as his eyes fluttered shut, throwing his head back against the pillows as he came undone in my arms, shaking from the sheer pleasure of it all.
For a long moment, everything was silent other than the sounds of our panting as we caught our breath. Slowly, I moved off of him, flopping onto the bed and using a spell to clean us both up. Felix immediately rolled over, cuddling into my side and looking at me with the most lovestruck look I’ve ever seen. “That was… amazing,” he praised softly, grinning as he pressed a kiss to my neck.
I wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. He sighed contentedly, resting his head against my shoulder and closing his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep as I played with his hair and murmured lovingly to him.
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