Summary: You had a one-night stand with the leader of the Underground. And now you've woken up in his bed, and he's offering you breakfast.
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Suggestive, SFW. Non-explicit nudity.
"The fruit was a bit of a hassle to get on short notice," Silco admits, in place of the buzzing silence between you both. Pinching one of the cubed pieces, you watch in almost morbid fascination as he raises it to take a bite.
An appreciative hum sounds, and he flicks off an invisible drop of juice from his bottom-lip, that you almost swear still looks swollen. "But it's only polite, I think. Guests deserve a pleasant meal to start their day in a hosts house, don't you think?"
Silco, wellknown criminal overlord of Zaun, looks over at you and raises a brow at your lack of speech. "I assumed you wanted fruit. I believe a bakery is within the area, if you have other preferences."
A blink. Distantly, you wonder if you should pull the sheet back over your exposed body. Perhaps quietly stand and collect your things before escaping. Take pride in what you had done with the kingpin, or sheepishly ask if he would like some ointment from the purple-marks on his skin, in the shape of your mouth.
You're only subconsciously aware of opening said-mouth, once you realize he's been holding that cube over your face for longer than a moment.
It's delicious, and only makes the uncertainty of what exactly comes next more perplexing.
You've had these before - not with Silco, obviously - but life is short in Zaun, and it wasn't as though being open and fleeting with sex was a new thing. There's hardly a shortage of brothals, but there had been something rather intoxicating about the seduction, the foreplay of words, smirks and mere looks that pulled you in.
Money could buy a sex-worker for the night, but there wasn't a price in the world that could buy you the experience of last night a second-time.
Still, you couldn't help but worry if there was some sort of price to pay, afterall.
"Am... am I in trouble?"
A blink, and a laugh sounded. You never heard the sound, and never saw genuine mirth reflect in his eye, but he tilted his head from where it rested back against the headboard to look down at you with both.
"If these were bruises of any other source, I may have been a bit upset. Luckily for you, I rather enjoyed the method you used to inflict them."
Silco, teasing you. It's dry, and you almost would think it's sarcasm. But even with the slight twitch on his lips that tells you it's not, your mind is swirling too much for you to quite believe it.
Again, distantly, you open your mouth and catch the next bit of fruit on your tongue. Staring up at the ceiling, you blink when he suddenly starts speaking, "I assume you live locally? No need to speak, a nod will do," He interrupts, casually making your cheeks burn with the added, "Your voice is still rather hoarse."
A swallow, and you nodded. Deciding to move a hand up to take the next bite of breakfast, you see him contemplate the answer for a moment as you quietly chewed. "Invitations are usually quite exclusive. Did you come with a friend last night? Lover?" A pause. "Partner?"
A shake of your head; the next fruit was a bit more tart on your tongue, but not unpleasant. It was refreshing.
If Silco was intrigued that you apparently lacked all three, he said nothing about the current status of your relationship. Instead tilting back, nose to the ceiling with a gentle thump of his head hitting the elaborate headboard behind him.
You were only privy to the side with the more notable Eye. You could see the deeper, darker shades of the corrupted skin beneath what little remained of the makeup, but only gave it a passing glance. Gaze wandered over him as he reclined in peaceful silence, at ease in his own territory.
You didn't regret a damn thing from last night, and were struggling not to stare as you watched his pale, slightly marked next shift as he swallowed another bite during his thoughts.
Stupidly, the only thing you could find yourself regretting was that this experience was a one-night stand, and you doubted things would improve from here. He'd send you away with hush-money, if you were lucky, or you'd be dealing with thugs accompanying you for Gods-know-how-long to ensure you didn't spread the gossip-
"Allow me to be blunt," He requested, holding out his hand. This next cube of fruit stained your lips, and almost made you choke at his next confession. "I enjoyed fucking you."
You caught your breath, responding appropriately.
"... Okay."
"I thought it would've been obvious, but apparently I needed to confirm it." Another tease? You were bewildered when you took the next bite. "Regardless, I enjoyed our time together, though I understand we are both busy people with different lives. I assume you have employment, locally?"
You nodded, "Y-yeah. A level up to the North." His lips moved slightly, as if he were repeating it to himself, but Silcos tone was off-hand as he replied. "I can dispatch a carriage or escort, based on your preference. You're hardly going to get far with walking now."
The certainty in his voice makes you flush darkly, unfortunately right at the moment he tilts his head to the side to catch the blush. Again, twitch in his lips. "Ah, modesty does exist in some fashion within you. Funny, I never would've guessed..."
A gasp halfway punches out of you. The sneaking fingers that trail over your still-bare abdomen are halted as you all but yank the sheet up over your body, but it's more out of surprise than any form of disgust.
The Eye of Zaun is smirking at you. This is something more predictable with his character, but you imagined there would be a darker glint in his bright and corrupted gaze to go along with the predatory curl playing on his lips. Not a look of genuine mirth, and perhaps a hint of actual desire, as he looks at you.
Still, you can't find yourself complaining that the object of his visual prowling is you. And you eventually find yourself smirking back.
"Mwybe you could find out more about me later... got a little less modesty than you think," You assured him, and his eyes followed the way you smoothed the thin sheet down the contours of your body. "Hm, I can imagine, and I think we're both aware that I look forward to finding out."
His gaze flicked back to yours, and your breath caught as he slipped a final cube past his lips. "We do have one issue to settle though, before the conclusion of this little tryst of ours comes to close and we both return to our normal lives."
A smirk at your raised brow; and a single bead of darker juice was on his bottom lip, that he took his sweet time flicking his tongue out to wipe off as you watched.
"Yours," He started slowly, in a promise of the next time. "Or mine?"
Whew. Just finished up the last chapter of Blades of Light and Shadow and hoo boy am I spent. That was a great goddamn book (and an incredible 30 diamond love scene at the end there - HOT DAMN). And to know that, yes, there will in fact be a Book 2... nothing makes me happier.
I still have yet to make my list of ‘Top 10/15 best Choices stories’ (I have a thing for lists - don’t worry about it, man), but when I do, rest assured: this one easily cracks the top 5. Of course, there’s always room for error. Book 2 could be a complete clusterfuck. But I’m staying positive! It will be great - mark my words.
Now that it’s fully released, I guess there’s only one thing to do: replay as different races and romance different LIs until Book 2 comes out. I’m so ready, lol.
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