Is everything I post for this ship gonna be borderline smut? Perhaps. Do I regret it? Not at all!
Beneath him, St. Cecilia was struggling for breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands pressed to her chest as if to calm her racing heart. Charles pressed a kiss to her neck before he pulled back, resting his weight on his elbows, unwilling to pull away completely. Softly, he panted, "You're, ah, very beautiful."
St. Cecilia's golden eyes fluttered open, slid to meet his. Her voice rougher than he had ever heard it, she said, "You should see yourself." Her kiss-bruised lips were pulled up into a teasing little smile, and combined with her mussed hair, she looked nothing short of irresistible. How he had managed to keep his hands off her for so long was beyond him.
"Oh?" Charles leaned in to nip at the underside of St. Cecilia's jaw, and she gave a needy little gasp in response. "How do I look right now?"
It took her a moment to answer, her chest still heaving. Charles finally pulled back, just enough to press a kiss to the No Time For Antivenom tattoo on her breastbone. "Like you want to eat me alive," she eventually said, her eyes still dark with want. They were more often than not. She was insatiable, and Charles adored her. He could lose himself in her for hours. It caused a little trouble with his work, but it was well worth it. She reached down to tangle her fingers into his hair, her nails scratching pleasantly along his scalp. More softly, she added, "I'd gladly let you."
Charles caught her arm, brought it to his mouth to press a kiss to the delta of veins at her wrist. His lips brushing her skin with every word, he murmured, "How very metal."
