Giving them a hickey
Huntr/x (separate) + Celine x gn! reader
Tags: sexual tension/innuendos, suggestive themes (obviously) but nothing explicit, hurt/comfort, Zoey and r being horny for each other, new and established relationships, miscommunication kinda (Rumi)
A/N: only I could sprinkle a tad of hurt/comfort and angst in such a prompt
Total word count: 7k
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Mira
Mira's hand waved through your hair, little sounds escaping her mouth. Her hand kept you there - not as a command, but rather a silent desire - a light pressure to keep your lips on her neck. You felt dizzy with her scent; the hair created a curtain around your head, effectively drowning you in her shampoo, and her body wash hit your nostrils every time you laid your lips on her skin.
You nudged her jaw with your nose, quietly instructing her to move her head. She tilted it back and let out a high pitched gasp as your teeth grazed her throat before wrapping your mouth around it. You were gentle with it, nibbling on the skin until you felt her breath halt and leaving a feather-light kiss afterwards.
Mira tightened her grip on the collar of your shirt and used her core strength to try and move closer to where she was sitting in between your legs, her thighs on top of yours. The hands previously teasing her thighs shifted to her waist to aide her movements, and raised her so she sat on your lap completely.
"We can't do anything" she had whispered the first instant your lips came into contact with her neck, claiming she had to go out for work in a hour and couldn't waste time. You tried to argue that an hour was plenty of time for what you had in mind. Mira just shut you up with a kiss, negotiating that you could do whatever you wanted with her when she came back if you stopped at just kissing.
You felt like you already went a bit beyond just kissing, but she hadn't stopped you yet, and you weren't about to shoot yourself in the foot by asking if this still counted.
However she was making it really difficult to resist her. With her warm body against yours and her quick breathing and your pants slipping off her hips every time she moved closer.
If it had been for you, you never would've moved away from your goddess of a girlfriend. So when she felt your lips were off her skin for a second (as you were about to push your luck and move your kisses to her exposed stomach) she used that window of opportunity to regain control of her body and gently grabbed your jaw. The model didn't give you time to argue as she kissed you. As if to shut you up, as if she could sense your discontent (she definitely could).
When the kiss ended - not your call - Mira leaned back and bumped her nose against yours, letting out a satisfied sigh.
The hand moved from your jaw to your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone as her eyes met yours. And despite being the one who did most of the touching and kissing, your blissed out expression was very similar to Mira's. There was nothing you could do about it, your girlfriend just had that effect on you.
Your thumbs kept playing with the fabric of her clothes. This time not in a teasing manner, but to feel her there, close to you. Then your eyes fell on her throat, where your teeth and tongue had recently been, half hoping she'd cancel whatever duty she had to stay here with you. Mira, seeing your gaze fall downwards, smirked to herself and almost teased you for it. Until realization dawned on her.
"Wait" she gasped, slapping your shoulders to get your attention "you didn't leave any hickeys, right?"
Your mouth opened, unsure of what to say "I-"
She took your silence as an answer and jumped off your lap "no no no"
You saw her bolt out of bed and run into the private bathroom. She seemed to assess the damage while you sat still on her bed, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers. Until she screamed.
"What did you do?!"
You jumped at her voice, Mira never being one to yell from one room to the other (or in general, really). She came back running, pointing at her neck with the urgency of someone who had grown horns overnight and wanted you to take them out.
"Why would you do that? told you I had a thing"
"oh right, the thing" you nodded, the thing she had for work but wouldn't tell you what. You tried asking her what 'the thing' was, but after being told you couldn't know, you didn't ask again. You knew there were things she couldn't tell you, either because of her contract or simply because she wanted to surprise you.
But still, you didn't understand why she was losing her mind over a single (or maybe a couple) hickey.
"okay, I'm sorry. But honestly?" You leaned back on your hands (and in retrospect, you probably should've stopped at the look in her eyes) "Why can't you just wear a turtleneck or something? Rumi has plenty" you suggested after a second, knowing that kind of clothing wasn't really your girlfriend's style.
"Why??" Mira balled her hands into fists, trying to contain all her rage - and panic - into the tips of her fingers, instead of unleashing it and hurling it towards you "Why couldn't you just stick to kissing like we said" she turned around to look at her reflection into the window "but no! You just had to do what you wanted, didn't you?"
Your jaw clenched and unclenched, still sat on the bed while your girlfriend frantically moved around, genuinely confused by her outburst, it was not like she never walked around with your mark on her before. But despite not knowing what caused that reaction- you weren't about to let her deal with it on her own.
You got out of bed, and turned Mira away from the window. Hands reached for her own as a soft kiss was left on her knuckles, the action making the tension in the model's shoulders quieten the tiniest bit. She closed her eyes at the feeling of her cheeks being engulfed by the warmth of your hold, and let out a much needed breath when you passed your thumb over her eyebrows, to get rid of the remaining stress.
"Honey" you whispered the pet name she was most fond of - despite her voice being momentarily stripped of the calming and low tone that earned her the name in the first place "I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that bad"
A few words in and Mira was already willing to cry, being listened to, having her feeling being taken into consideration and having someone apologize to her - especially when she just stopped yelling and behaving like a lunatic (as her parents would call her) for something so stupid, no less (as her parents would describe it) - was always going to be new for her, and hard to accept without a dumb joke or a sarcastic comment to downplay it.
You didn't move further, but you felt her hands grip your shirt at your elbows "Is that a reason why it's so bad to have hickeys this time? Is there a reason why covering them up is not an option?"
She took a deep breath, and took a step back. Not an emotional move, but a physical one, so she could see you better "I just- I have a photoshoot later"
Your lips parted but only air came out. You were starting to see it from her point of view, but that still wouldn't explain-
"An underwear photoshoot"
Oh.
So that's why. Sure, it made sense.
Your hands faltered on her cheeks, adding to the shakes as Mira started giggling. Forgetting anything beside this moment. "You have a..underwear- underwear photoshoot" you finally closed your mouth to speak "I'm sorry" your brain tried to catch up with your racing thoughts, but it just couldn't "I didn't know- why- why didn't I know?"
The model almost laughed at your expression, brows furrowed and cheeks red, like you were trying so hard to be mad at her but your brain was somewhere else (she was right). She removed your hands from her face, letting them hang in the air as you still wouldn't move, and moved to the center of the room.
But as much as she wanted to act tough, like she didn't care, the only reason she moved away from you in the first place was to try and hide the blush covering her ears (it didn't work of course, because you could always guess how she was feeling by her tone alone) "Because I wanted it to be a surprise"
She turned around, facing your back this time, and crossed her arms.
"So thanks a lot for ruining it" she mumbled as an afterthought, almost trying to shift the conversation on your mistake and make you forget her 'sappy' plan.
You didn't fall for it. Mira could tell by the look in your eyes as soon as you turned around. A smile she wished she could wipe off your face (with a kiss, preferably. or two, if needed)
"Okay, I'm sorry again" your hands held Mira's once again, you couldn't help it, their warmth just drew you in every time "maybe, you can talk about it with the girls?"
"Yeah right, tell them that my partner gave me so many hickeys I can't do the photoshoot anymore" she rolled her eyes
"I'm not- I'm not saying that" you pressed your lips together, trying to suppress your laughter, and saw Mira's smirk grow, her way of keeping her giggles in "But maybe you can ask them to do your makeup so you don't have to tell anyone else. I mean, better the girls than the photographer, right? Or uh..Bobby I guess" you shivered at the thought, and Mira did too, the image of her father figure (even though she would never call him that) seeing her hickeys and having to explain how she got them? Worse than hell.
While her head was raised to the ceiling in a groan you laid yours on her shoulder and, without thinking, she circled her arms around your neck. Bringing you even closer.
"Can I come too?" the arms wrapped so securely around you were now so rudely pushing you away "pleasee! I wanna see you"
"No way!" she resisted your attempts to get back into her arms, as if basking in your warmth for a second longer would make her cave in "You already ruined the surprise. I'm not letting you see me during the shoot too"
If convincing her with physical touch was out of the question, you decided to try with a pout- one you both knew she couldn't resist. But sometimes, things just don't go how we want them to.
"No no! Don't even think about it" she put a hand on your face, effectively blocking your pout from reaching her "That's it. I'm going"
"Wait, come on" you saw her hurriedly put some clothes on and prepare her bag "you said you had to leave in an hour?"
To shut you up or because she couldn't leave the house without it, she grabbed your face to leave a quick kiss on your lips.
"I like to be early!" and with that said, she was out of the door.
Zoey
Zoey was chaos, you knew it. Your first impression of her was a hurricane trapped in a body too small to contain it. And that never changed. You got used to it when you became friends, and grew fond of it when she became your girlfriend.
So being woken up to the sound of the door bursting open and being slammed shut was nothing new to you. You signed up for these types of things every time she invited you to sleep in her room. Still, the sound made you raise your head from your pillow, looking up as your girlfriend stood next to the bed. Arms crossed and pout on her face.
"Baby!"
Your thumb and index finger rubbed against your eyes to get rid of the remaining sleep. Not recognizing her angry tone as such because of your state, you just smiled back at her "hi Zo, you're back already"
"No, you just slept all morning"
"Uh" you turned your head to the alarm clock on her nightstand to see it was almost lunchtime, and you hadn't had breakfast yet.
Zoey has never been an early bird, and whenever she had a meeting or training - or anything she considered boring and 'not worth waking up for' - you had to pry her out of bed (bribing her with snacks or kisses were easy wins, but picking her up bridal style and moving her around the room so she could get ready in your arms also worked); so your routine usually consisted of waking up ten minutes before Zoey had to, using that time to try to get her to open her eyes, wasting half an hour to convince her to get up, and another half hour for her to actually get ready. So god forbid you liked to go back to sleep once she got out.
You sat up on the bed and raised your arms in a tight, satisfying stretch, a sound between a moan and groan escaping your lips. Zoey didn't move from her position, she should be mad, mad at you, but she was nothing but a simple girl. It was not her fault she was weak to the sound you just made, or how the shirt rose with the movement and showed her a glimpse of your bare stomach, or the waistband of your underwear, or how your arms flexed above your head-
She had to snap out of it. She had to focus.
"You don't know what you did, did you?"
You stopped mid-stretch, letting your hands hang in the air, mouth open as you tried to recall what might have caused that reaction. You slept until she came into the room so it couldn't have been anything you did today, and yesterday the two of you slept together (in both senses of the word) and she never mentioned anything being wrong. So, truly, you were lost.
You shook your head in resignation, hoping she wouldn't make this harder on you since you were clueless.
"Let me give you a hint" as soon as the words left her mouth, her hands uncrossed to reach for the end of her yellow hoodie to hoist it up and throw it on the seat behind her, adding to the pile of clothes already there, collecting wrinkles and dust. She could have been talking, about the weather or about how she wanted to break up with you- it didn't matter. You were not listening.
Hair fell out of the low ponytail sticking to the back of her neck, black sport bra slightly damp because of the sweat, flushed toned tummy staring back at you. And then, your favourite part - which was all thanks to you - a constellation of hickeys, big and small, red and purple, decorating her body. From her throat to the valley of her breasts, all the way down to where her pants wouldn't allow you to see.
"This was all yesterday?" she asked incredulous, the corner of her lips twitching as she tried not to smile (she could have tried not to blush either, but that ship sailed the moment your eyes landed on her body) as she was trying to be believable in her scolding.
You let a laugh escape, as you looked away "yeah..well you haven't seen you legs"
She blinked once, then a second time, then - with the speed of someone who had their pants on fire - she pulled them down, letting them pool at her ankles.
Another tray of love bites scattered across her skin, hinting the path you took last night, pointing towards her center. Her eyes widened as she yelled out your name, causing you to burst out laughing, falling back onto the soft sheets.
When your laugh - finally would add Zoey - died down, you reopened your eyes to see that adorable pout of hers still on her face.
You affectionately rolled your eyes and moved on the bed until your legs were dangling off of it. Zoey's arms unclenched as you gripped her forearms and brought her closer to you, standing in between your legs.
"What's the problem my love? Too much?"
You don't remember Zoey complaining about it last night (if anything, you distinctly remember her asking for more) or this morning, but you also knew Zoey hardly voiced her discontent, most of the time the solution was to guess what was wrong, and you had to do it in a light hearted tone so she wouldn't freak out and fake a smile.
"Too good? Aching to do it again?" you wiggled your eyebrows for effect.
She giggled, freckles dancing around her skin at the movement. She stuck her tongue out as she pointed a finger at you "never underestimate me". Then her smile turned wicked and shrugged "but also yes"
Your lips stretched into a smirk, but before you could even think about kissing her, the pointed finger turned into an obstacle as she put it on your lips.
"That doesn't mean you can kiss me. I'm still mad at you" her pout made a comeback
"What did I do?"
"I went to take my hoodie because I was hot and Mira and Rumi saw all of it and made fun of me! I had to dance with the hoodie on" the blush returned to her cheeks at the memory "I almost fainted from the heat!"
Your only reaction was to laugh in her face, knowing she was one to always exaggerate and there was no real need to worry. When she tried to hit you again you just caught her hands in the air.
Yours went around her thighs, enjoying the little shakes she gave as your fingertips tickled her skin "Is that a problem? You never cared if they teased you or not"
"Well I don't, normally" voice uncharacteristically low, Zoey started playing with your shirt, not looking at you "but Mira was showing us a new choreography and you know she is especially bossy when she's in her element, meaning she had the upper hand" you nodded along, keeping quiet "and it's not as fun when I can't tease them back, they looked like they haven't had sex in years!" her eyes met yours as you both laughed "I swear! Rumi is usually easier to tease, just the word hickey would make her blush but this time she was teasing me! And i know you're gonna say 'yeah but didn't you see them this morning while you were getting dressed?' and I could say sure my bad but the thing is that...I was sleepy... I didn't notice" she ended on a shy note, because of her words and because she was starting to feel like she was talking too much.
You craned your neck to lay a kiss on her forearm "What if I tell you next time, so you can be prepared. Would that work?"
She seemed to think about it for a second, before nodding. And instead of giving you a verbal thank you she leaned to kiss you on the lips, one you accepted without hesitation.
"But you know what's the worst part" she detached from your mouth after only a minute, because Zoey being Zoey she could never stay silent for too long (you loved it) "usually I would make a joke like 'oh you should see the other one' or something. But looking at you" she moved the fabric of your shirt, spying underneath "you have nothing, that's not fair"
So, without wasting another second, she took your shirt off, and pushed you back onto the bed, earning another laugh from you.
"I think it's time for some serious payback" her own hoodie came off, and she fell onto your awaiting arms with a giggle.
Rumi
"Yo, Rumi texted you" Zoey announced as soon as you got back into her room after a pause to get some snacks. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, because despite being in the same house, she felt the need to text you, instead of just walking a couple of steps.
"Yea?" you set the food to the side and took the phone from the ravenette's outstretched hand, mumbling a small 'thanks'. You opened your message app.
From: Ru-my love
Hi, I know you're in Zoey's room right now. When you have time can you please come to my room? we need to talk. I'll be waiting.
PS. It's nothing to be worried about
You chuckled at the way she wrote it, she always texted like an old lady sending a letter - a habit she probably picked up from Celine - but when you read it a second time your smile faded.
"What's up?" voiced the girl after a minute of you staring at the device in silence
"uh," you put your phone in your pocket after texting her a quick 'I'll be there' "she wants to talk"
"About what?"
You shrugged "She didn't say" You knew that if Rumi told you it was nothing to be worried about then it really wasn't, but you hadn't been together that long so you were still in the phase where you were so scared of messing up for every little thing
Zoey's gaze didn't falter from the tv, too intent on adjusting the settings for the next game "ohhh, I got it"
Your eyes met her side profile "What do you mean you got it? Did she talk to you?" you tried to get answers from her but all you got was an amused smirk playing on her face "you know something I don't"
The maknae scoffed, like the insinuation of the contrary was offensive "obviously" she handed you your controller, your character ready to play "come on, one game and then you'll go?"
You trusted Zoey's words, that's why you accepted to play the last game, before knocking on Rumi's room (with two people telling you not to worry, you forced yourself to calm down)
She opened the door after a second, hoodie and pajama pants on, hair in different small braids instead of the usual big one. Rumi smiled softly when her gaze met yours, whispering a 'hi' as she didn't hesitate to pull you into a hug- her shampoo engulfing you completely.
Okay so she wasn't mad at you. Maybe.
Once the hug ended she let you into her room and sat on her chair, motioning for you to sit on the bed. You did just that, hands on your knees as you looked around the room (way to not make Rumi feel pressured with eyes on her). But after a while, she still hasn't said a word. Curved back and fingers fidgeting with one another while she tried so hard to look at you, but inevitably failed every time.
You decided to bite the bullet "Rumi, is there something wrong?"
Her head snapped upwards like you just caught her with her hands in the cookie jar, like you just guessed something was wrong. Like she didn't start the conversation with a text. Her fidgeting only got worse, now mumbling words that didn't make any sense together.
Rumi was..closed off, to say the least. Your love for her went through the roof and you weren't afraid to tell her that, but that didn't mean you understood her completely- (hell, she didn't understand herself either) not yet. But you were determined to. Because a big part of loving Rumi (the biggest part probably) was accepting her and understanding her.
And the first time your heart tripped with excitement as she laid her eyes on you, when you didn't know if she could ever feel how you felt- you promised yourself just that. That you'd devote your life to making her feel understood, before making her feel loved (that for Rumi, those were synonym feelings).
You knew asking her directly could do more harm than good, but leaving her alone with her thoughts could be worse. You knew your girlfriend craved physical touch, craved it so much it hurt, but precisely because she went most of her life without it, a touch received at the wrong time could overwhelm her and make her shut down.
So when you got up, you did it extremely slowly. Rumi shut her mouth as her eye caught the movement, watching you move around her room. You kneeled in front of her until you were at eye level. Your fingers twitched on your knees, aching to offer her a comfort you weren't sure was what she wanted. Please do whispered her mind, but unfortunately her eyes had long learned how to conceal the rawest of desires.
"Rumi" if it was nothing serious - as she said - why was she so nervous? "Did something happen?"
Your hands raised into the air, because despite your previous purpose, you preferred being rejected than making her think you didn't want to touch her. She blinked as they rested on top of the arm of the chair. She picked up on the meaning behind your gesture, and suddenly fingers caressed the palm of your hands, before she took them in her hold and brought them on her lap.
"Did I do something wrong?"
The half demon quickly shook her head because no, no, her fear of being open and vulnerable won't make you feel like you did something wrong. Her hands tightened their hold on yours. "no, oh god no"
But now she was the one feeling like she was in the wrong, she made you come to her room with a cryptic message for something that now seemed so stupid, and yet here you were. Bare knees on the hard floor and looking up at her like she was a fossil and you were a paleontologist trying to figure out which dinosaur she belonged to. The kind of gaze that would make her feel naked. The kind of love that would make her feel unworthy of being its receiver.
"I'm sorry- wow" she wanted to get away from your gaze so she turned her head to the side, she tried to get away from your hold and - because you didn't hold on tight - she succeeded "it's actually not that deep, I didn't mean to"
You hastily got up - her chair moving a couple of inches back at the movement - and grabbed her cheek. Now she was forced to meet your worried eyes (and accept that they came from a place of love)
"Don't do that" you scolded gently "I don't care how dumb it may be, just say it"
Rumi just sighed, a smile crept onto her face for a reason unknown to her, supposedly the result of tension in her brows turning into familiarity and relief.
"Okay but now i'm afraid you'll laugh at me" a giggle that only sounded half forced "because it does sound kind of silly"
"so what?" your eyes lit up at the sound "if it really is silly then I'll laugh, we 'll laugh. We'll talk through it amidst the laughter and then we'll talk about something else. Does that sound like a bad plan?"
The purple haired girl shook her head, because no plan was a bad plan when it involved her being coddled by your warmth.
She was extra grateful for the hands holding (- hiding) her cheeks when she felt the heat rising there. She cleared her throat. "You can't..do that thing anymore" she looked away again, like telling it to the carpet was easier "..the thing with your tongue"
"Uh?" you blinked, breath stuck in your lungs "what thing?"
The heat reached her ears as the overly rehearsed words echoed in her head "when you kiss me, and then you go down" she lifted the hood of her sweater - conveniently placed to hide her neck - a small red mark where her jaw met her throat staring back at you "they leave a bruise"
Oh. Oh sweet Rumi.
Profoundly embarrassed because of a hickey kissing her skin for the first time. She talked about it like it was something stupid, something 'silly', but was it really?
She didn't acknowledge it as a hickey (and not for lack of experience), but as something secret you two did. A mark she felt the need to cover. And God only knows she's had enough of covering herself.
Oh your sweet Rumi.
"oh my love" you didn't hold her hands, leaving her the opportunity to cover her neck with her hood if she so wished, but your tone reached her all the same "it's normal"
"It is?"
"Yeah" you hesitantly answered, you never thought you'd have to explain something like that but here you were "it's something that happens, I can stop if you want" you took a step forward "but if you liked it- it heals, I assure you"
The singer was silent for a moment, gaze shifting between you and the room, brain working overtime as multiple thoughts formed at the same time "it always happens?"
You shrugged, not quite knowing where she was going with this "with kisses like that..yea, mostly"
Suddenly, her once dormant blush arose stronger than ever, setting her whole face and neck ablaze.
"That's why Zoey and Mira made all those jokes earlier today" her hands came off her face, letting your eyes witness the mess on it "I tried telling them I got hurt during the last fight, but they just wouldn't believe me. That should have been a believable excuse, right?" you offered her an awkward smile, too preoccupied thinking back on when Zoey seemed to know why Rumi wanted to talk to you.
But evidently your input wasn't needed, as she kept on talking.
"They were so sure we did..that" she slumped on her chair, elbows on knees as if hiding in shame would erase the day.
You got on your knees once again, she unconsciously opened her legs a little allowing you to crawl closer. Her small smile matched yours and her eyes fluttered close when your fingers cradled her, as if protecting her from the embarrassment and shame she felt outside those doors. Outside of your touch.
Your eyes were stuck on her figure, long lashes caressing her cheekbones, iridescent patterns glowing softly along the inviting light of the rising moon, filtering through the open balcony windows. Soft lips, devoid of any lipstick, were slightly parted as air flew in and out, her chest moving in sync. If you gave her a little more time, Rumi was sure she could have fallen asleep like this.
Instead, your thumb brushed over her bottom lip, causing her eyes to open again and for her mouth to widen into a smile. You tilted your head upwards in a silent question, eyes meeting hers. Her hands circled your wrist. She nodded.
Your knees left the floor as your lips encountered Rumi's in a slow kiss, no rush needed. You moved against each other like it was second nature, like you had been doing that for your whole life, that's how right kissing Rumi felt, safe in the quiet of her room while her hands held your face and soft light seeped through her clothes.
When your calves where starting to hurt in the uncomfortable position they were in you unwillingly pulled away, your girlfriend holding a laugh as you almost fell over. Her hold the only reason you didn't.
"Do you want me to stop?" she furrowed her eyebrows, confused by the question, had she given any misleading sign?
But before she could overthink it further, you explained yourself (her tilting her head to the side was both a cute gesture and clear signal of her confusion)
"The thing with the teeth, when I kiss your neck" your eyes lowered to the hem of her hoodie, which slipped during the kiss and left the hickey be kissed by the moonlight.
"oh" the sound escaped her before she could stop it, like she just remembered it "you don't- you don't have to" she muttered, hoping the hushed tone wouldn't be mistaken for uncertainty. So she decided - tried - to be clearer "But not now, I want to wait for the other one to heal first" you caught a glimpse of her teeth as they bit on her bottom lip for a moment "and not on the neck, since I can't really use my hair to cover it"
You didn't hesitate to nod, knowing this was more than simply being allowed to do something, this was being trusted- and frankly, there was nothing better.
"Whatever you say my love"
Celine
The coffee whined loudly in the quiet kitchen, almost asking you to save it from the fire. You turned the stove off, carefully grasping the warm handle to pour yourself some. Despite the two mugs displayed on the counter, you only filled one.
Celine always woke up before the sun did, whether she had some work to do or didn't want to feel like she was 'rotting in bed', you'd wake up to an empty bed, or - if you were lucky - to the sight of Celine working on her laptop, glasses perched on top of her nose as her fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard. Your complaints of cold sheets and bright artificial light blinding your eyes never fazed her (though you'd bet the screen's low brightness wasn't a coincidence) but she never forced you to wake up when she did, unless you really had to, so you couldn't really complain.
So when, for the first time since you two started sleeping together, you woke up before her, you decided to just let her sleep.
A yawn threatened to make you spill the coffee, but fortunately you retracted your hand just in time, the liquid stopping at the rim of the cup. Your lower back collided with the counter as you turned around to lean on it, letting your lips touch the mug and savour the warm beverage. Your stomach growled the moment the coffee went down your throat, its way of telling you that it wasn't enough to quench your hunger.
But you decided against indulging it, preferring to wait for Celine to wake up so you'd have breakfast together (that way she would have no choice but to take it slow and eat something).
By the time your mug was half empty you moved to the chair and reached for the phone you left on the table last night. A few notifications caught your eye and you started going through them. Between an ignored online discourse and an huntr/x fan account gushing about their last performance (you set a mental reminder to congratulate them next time you saw them) you heard the bathroom door opening and closing again. You checked the coffee you left for Celine, making sure it was enough for her, before going back on your phone.
Then, as you switched to respond to some work emails, you suddenly felt a slap being delivered to the back of your head, making your head slightly jolt forward.
You turned your head to look at Celine, standing in front of you with her arms crossed, squinted eyes and furrowed brows. And only wearing your shirt from the night before. If you weren't confused and slightly scared you'd probably be turned on right now. Celine spent her whole life fighting, controlling her strength was as easy as breathing by now, so even if it didn't hurt, it was clear the gesture had a scolding purpose.
"I just can't believe you sometimes"
An incredulous smile took over your face as your left hand went to cup the back of your head. Was she that mad about not being woken up?
"What did I do?" you asked tentatively, but she only scoffed, like you just had to know.
Then, she moved her hair to the side, revealing a small (you'd say- she'd disagree) red mark where her neck met her shoulder.
A hickey. You gave Celine a hickey. You almost laughed at the sight. But you kept quiet.
"Are you serious? Are you a teenager??" she covered it with her hair once again, as if it was a secret not even you could be aware of.
You shrugged, unsure of what to say "I'm sorry" you settled on "it wasn't on purpose" because even if the sight of your mark on Celine was making you feel all sorts of way, it really wasn't.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath in, forcing herself to calm down. She had to calm down.
Despite the smile on your face she could see you were being sincere, and rationally she knew one couldn't really control these things, you two never talked about this; so she knew she couldn't put all the blame you.
But frankly, this was easier. Blaming you and making you the sole responsible so you'd feel guilty and find a way to make up for it. That way you'd be too preoccupied making amends and she wouldn't have to bare her heart.
However, this was you, someone who had found an entrance to her heart, through a door she lost the key to years ago, someone who dusted the long-forgotten feelings, lit the fireplace to warm up the room and made dinner for the two of you, overcoming all the booby traps set up for protection.
You were someone she wanted to be better for. She's had enough of pushing people away for a mindset that did nothing but harm.
With a sigh, she reached the counter to pour herself some coffee- to take courage. She brought the mug to her lips, letting her gaze drift between it and you. Looking away made it easier to speak, but looking at you made it easier to remember why she was trying so hard in the first place.
"We have to go out with the girls tonight" she uttered after a second, the breath making the coffee move in its container "It's not ideal going to dinner with..it"
The four of them started a.. 'tradition', after everything went down and Rumi's patterns were revealed. Once a month they went out to dinner, no training, no talk about work or demons. Just them, talking about the weather and how their day went.
One could cut the tension with a knife the first few hangouts (and you were glad you weren't there to see it), but they all knew it was necessary. Rumi and Celine needed to get accustomed to each other once again - and there was no way Mira and Zoey would leave their girlfriend alone. With time, it all became more natural and enjoyable, and that was also thanks to you.
At first, the girls used you as a conversation topic (and hey! despite everything they still cared a lot about Celine and wanted to make sure you were right for her), but dinner after dinner they started becoming attached to you and the hangouts slowly lost their awkwardness until they turned into something everyone looked forward to.
"Okay but, so what?" you tried to reason "They're young, they know how it goes"
"That's exactly the problem!" her voice raised slightly, but you didn't take it personally. The way she hid in remorse behind her cup was enough to make you forget it. "It's...embarrassing"
As soon as those words left her mouth she regretted ever wanting to be honest with her feelings, because now you here you were, looking at her with a smile so soft that it made her ears red, and so teasing that it made her legs want to give in.
You zeroed the distance, the only obstacle being the mug going cold in her hands. "And would that be a problem?" you breath brushed her ear when you got closer "Them knowing that I like to make my lover feel good?"
Lover because she wouldn't let you label her as anything but that. 'Don't call me girlfriend, I'm a woman' she complained once you used the term one too many times (it made her blush so much it was ridiculous- she had to stunt you somehow. Lover wasn't any better, but by the time you came up with it she was too in love to act like it didn't make her fuzzy every time)
Still, she tried to act tough, her grip tightening around the coffee she had yet to take a single sip of. "I have a reputation to maintain" she declared with an air of finality, because god, what would Rumi think if the stoic woman she grew up with turned out to be a huge lover girl? Being soft for her or her friends came natural, nothing wrong with it. But with a lover? Heart eyes and rosy cheeks? reputation in shambles. You raised an eyebrow, knowing damn well her tough girl persona had been destroyed the first time you were introduced to the girls, as they got to meet a whole new side of her (and made the healing part of Rumi's and Celine's relationship incredibly easier).
The mug was suddenly put away on the sink behind her, leaving her hands bare, with no choice but to let them rest at her sides, unguarded. The other sets of hands gently pushed her closer against the counter, effectively blocking her there, her stoic face morphing into furrowed brows and parted lips, only half-expecting what could come out of your smirk.
"Alright gorgeous" your breath hitting hers "I'll make sure no one sees them" Celine accepted your lips on her neck like one accepts fate, unable and unwilling to change it. Her hand gripped your shoulder the moment your teeth sank into her neck, to stop you and aide her legs in supporting her body weight simultaneously.
"No" she pulled you back until your eyes met "no marks, or you'll regret it"
"mhmh" you smiled with the cockiness of someone who wasn't affected by her glare "no marks.. unless you start begging"
You were going to be the death of her. And she was fine with it.
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