summary · javier untangles a ribbon .
content · body guard ! javi / nod 2 a slight age gap if u squint - javi has a few years on her but it's not huge / pining on javi's end / thoughts of eating pussy / near death experience but its fun :3 / if there's typos no there's not
word count · 986
index · entry list / no . 2
notes · i'm finally reading veil again n needless to say ive been inspired <3
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“Blue or baby pink? For reference, I’m wearing pearls in my hair,” Astrid chirps, framed tinily in the arched doorway of her rococo wardrobe, a dress of each color held at her sides. Her bare soles are against the marble floors, obsidian waves, windblown just so, blur her silhouette to the waist, resembling a fairy with her wings at ease, soliciting the opinion of — “Javi?”
Him?
Spellbound, Javier peers through his lashes, captive in the fog of a daydream — one out of which the princess’s figure emerges. The sugary cadence of her voice severs him from his daze, and he lifts his chin off of his collar to straighten his spine. The faint, lambent glimpse of his heart beneath the symbolic armor of knighthood evaporates. Three days, fourteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, and his god-forsaken, amorous appetite has proven itself to be of the utmost abstrusity — a liability to his work.
Fuck. Javier curses the primitive urges of men, growing like weeds from the gaps in his practiced composure. A man's weary eyes befall a youthful woman of beauty, contort the expectations of formality that ground him, and twist the rigid, arrow-straight wire to mimic the flare of her hips, inviting his ruin. A hell of his own volition in consequence of neglecting his nature. In part, the fault is hers. If she was a thread short of divine, this war inside him would cease to exist. As is reality, she's anything but, and in a characteristically empyrean manner, she appears in his dreams, an outline becoming whole with each heavy blink, a picture of temptation — he feeds her fruit, licks her saliva from his fingertips. He delves below her skirt, between creamy thighs, doesn't come up for air until he's soaked nose-down, his beard dripping slick and spit galore, his name on her lips, a mantra, Javi, Javi, " — okay, Javi?"
She's calling his name. Imbécil.
"Yes, princess?" He speaks, then swallows hard. "Yes, I'm okay."
"Oh — great!" Astrid exclaims ungainly, her brown eyes flickering about aimlessly. To Javier's confusion, she seems to be hand-plucking her words, as though her response requires effort, when the question posed had been so simple. "I was asking about the dress?" She directs her finger towards the silky fabric of the blue gown, grinning sheepishly. It's held against her chest, giving the impression of being worn. With her pitch-black tresses dancing in the light, her frame draped in cloth cut from the midday ocean, she looks nothing short of a Botticelli. Beautiful. Enchantingly so. "Is this color okay?"
His Adam's apple bobs again, but glory be, his voice flows smoother this time, "Yes. Perfect." He has no time to chide himself for his choice of words, her full, plush lips forming a grin that acquits him.
"Perfect?" Heartened, Astrid flutters away, deeper into her infinite collection of garments, out of sight. "I'm going to properly try it on, then!"
She's at too much of a distance for Javier to hear the swish of silk, and he's grateful, the beat of silence much needed as he strives to regain himself. Minutes pass, one — two — seven. How long does it take to pull on a dress? The answer evades him; he’s only ever taken them off, and that doesn’t take long at all. He thinks to call out, but what would he say if his uneasiness was unfounded? He scowls. How insolent of him to believe she'd return to show him, to seek his approval, to generously provide a second glimpse of herself.
Abruptly, an ugly, stuttering series of gasps derails his train of thought, propelling him into motion faster than his brain can keep up. If the jagged sound wasn't enough to affirm his worries, the sight before him certainly was.
The material envelopes her body erroneously, ill-fitted — the least of his priorities, for Astrid bumbles in place, her mien a painful, inflamed pink. A strip of cloth enlaces her neck, constricting her airflow. With one hand clawing at her throat, her eyes protruding in fear, she uses the other to grasp at the space separating them, gagging out his name, Ja — vi.
"Jesus, Astrid!" Javier can't reach her any quicker, cradling her jaw to detangle the ribbon from her throat, his palm skating to her nape to keep her upright as she swallows large mouthfuls of air, the color returning to her face, her cheeks stained a rosy hue. "Are you okay? What happened?" Urgency laced in his tone, it's jarring when Astrid begins to giggle, nodding, her hair shrouding her face. "Please! That wasn't funny, you could've died had I not — "
"But — you did, Javi! I was — just trying on — the dress, it — was a bit too small and — when I tried to — adjust it, that happened. How — comedic!" For a second time, she’s breathless, words mangled amidst her fit of laughter. Javier's cheekbones glow warm, pouty lips becoming ever the more prominent with a puff of air.
“If you’re only going to laugh at me, I’ll think better of saving you next time,” he grumbles out, mindlessly trailing his touch lower to the dip of her back.
“If you don’t save me, who will?” Astrid answers him with a whimsical smile. Javier grunts once more. She’s repossessed her balance, dainty digits flicking soft raven tufts back into place, yet she remains within the compass of his arms.
“Are you sure you’re alright? Let me see.” Their closeness allows him to examine her swanlike neck, her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tipping her head one way or the other. No bruises, no scrapes, just delicious flesh that belongs under his teeth — Fuck. “Everything looks fine to me, but it would be smart to contact the physician. Better safe than sorry.” Air caught in his lungs, Javi turns, ignoring her protests as he beelines it out of the closet.
It isn’t until he’s in the hallway that he breathes again.
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