Corrupted Dreams

The Official Introduction

Emiya rolled me off him, leaving me to fall on the silky tangled sheets of the bed. His figure leaned over me, sweat glossing his light caramel skin, white locks hanging like curtains around his face. I grinned at his smile, then pulled those lips gently onto mine. The sweet caress sealed the passions we shared, remnants of ecstasy painting Emiya's irises.

His eyes trailed from mine, and to the red markings that curved up the right side of my body. Tonight was the first time he'd seen the design, and his lips were already well acquainted with them. Emiya kissed the red as he did when we made love. If he kept it up any longer, it might just become a hobby. When I flinched slightly from his lips tickling my side. Emiya smiled, understanding the reaction, then kissed that same spot again, and again.

"Stop that," I chuckled, ushering his lips away from my sensitive side.

"You don't like my kisses?"

"No, I don't like your tortures."

"It's a little rude to give my lips such a harsh name." He continued his caresses on my arm.

"Mmm..." The beating in my chest was like hoofbeats as his mouth traveled across the plains of my skin. "But they are harsh. They way they torment my heart is despicable."

His chuckle was the dark murmur of thunder. "In that case, I suppose I can't argue then." It was obvious he intended to torture me more, as he roved over my ear with lips, teeth, and tongue. I hugged his naked body close as he did his work.

He finished his nibble, moving back with a sigh. I closed my eyes as he pressed his forehead to mine. "Ready to talk?"

Instinctively, I hugged him closer. "Yeah."

Emiya gave me a soft smile before moving to my side. I turned to face him. He opened his mouth to speak, but I interjected. "Let me start." He nodded for my continuation and I sighed. It took a moment to gather my thoughts, and sift through the emotions, but he waited patiently. "I'm sorry. I didn't think, and I just did-- I could have really screwed things up, Emiya, and I'm sorry."

His hand went to my cheek, warm and comforting. "But nothing did happen; no damage was done." Even the skin on my body began to tense under his words. I wanted the cushion of the bed to swallow me, yet never wanted out of Emiya's warm grasp. I wish he would scold me; it would be easier to take than his forgiveness. "Hey," Emiya rubbed away the creases on my forehead that I never noticed were there. "It wasn't stupid what you did. Yes, the end result wasn't great, but you weren't stupid. In fact, you were right about doing things like that. We won't figure out anything unless we try. And... now we've tried." He stroked my cheek soothingly.

"Mmm..." I closed my eyes, sinking into the touch.

"But," he continued with a warning on his tongue. "As for our situation now, why don't we stay on the down low."

"What?"

He pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "Let's play it safe." When he caught the disagreement in my face, he added, "For now."

I blew out a puff of breath, tucking my head against his chest. "I guess I owe you that much."

He squeezed me close to say his thanks. There was a greater message in his securing arms. As calm as he sounded, I knew the last war shook him to the core. Hiding our relationship wasn't a precaution, but a necessity for him. I breathed in the scent wafting from his pecs. "You know I love you, right?"

His laugh reverberated through me. "I know that better than anything."

I smiled into his chest. "Good."