Captain Yami Erotic Fanfiction Short story

Yami x Zia

              Zia leaned against the edge of the balcony connecting to the tavern, clutching a wooden tankard in her right hand. She looked over the Clover Kingdom, the glittering lights of the cities reminding her of dancing fireflies. She couldn't remember the last time she got a night to herself, working for the Wizard King was nothing to scoff at. While Julius was off doing who knows what, the rest of them were left to pick up the slack he left behind. However she couldn't be too mad since he told her she could take three personal days for all her hard work recently, that was what made him a good employer, he valued the people who worked for him. She took a deep drink, closing her eyes, savoring the cool breeze blowing softly against her warm skin. The sound of a match being struck behind her jerked her from her thoughts, she looked over her shoulder, her curly copper hair spilling down her back and her eyes locked with a pair of stormy grey eyes.
             An ember glowed a hot yellow as the stranger took a deep drag of a cigarette. He blew it out slowly in her direction unblinking. She studied him, he had messy black hair and a scruffy square jaw. It wasn't until her eyes wandered to the black capelete in tatters across his broad shoulders that she even recognized who he was. she turned around to face him, leaning against the balcony, resting her elbows on the rail.
      
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the captain of the Black Bulls, Yami Sukehiro." She said playfully, her head buzzing from the mead. Everyone knew the name of the Captain of misfits. He took another drag of his cigarette and chuckled.

"Here I thought I was the only one who knew about this balcony." He confessed walking to stand next to her to gaze across the same view she had moments prior.

"That makes two of us." She laughed softly watching him from the corner of her eye, something about the way he admired the view made her heart pound she couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or his intense powerful aura and raw sex appeal. As if reading her mind he spoke again.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of this view." He admitted flicking his finished cigarette over the balcony just to light another. She didn't realize she was staring at him until he offered his newly lit cigarette. She accepted it, taking a deep drag blowing out smoke rings in front of her handing it back.

"I'm Zia, I work for Julius." She introduced herself holding out her hand, he clasped her hand, his big hand swallowing hers.

"I know who you are, I see you everytime we're summoned for the Captain meetings and I can't help but stare at you until you walk out of my sight." He admitted pressing her against the balcony trapping her between the hard wood and wall of his chest. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, what the hell was wrong with her? Zia worked with men all day and never had this kind of reaction. There was something about his intense gaze, his grey eyes swirling like a turbulent storm and the feeling of his rippling muscles pressed against her that made her feel hot and exposed. She didn't want to take the chance of ruining the opportunity that seemed to present itself to her. It'd been too long since she'd felt the intimate touch of a man.

Zia pressed her breasts tighter to his chest, running her hands up his arms slowly feeling each hard defined muscle under her palms.

"Tell me Captain Yami, why is this the first time we are speaking then?" She questioned stroking the side of his face, his stubble rough against her soft fingertips.
        He leaned into her touch sighing as a pained expression filled his eyes,fleeting, it was gone as soon as it was there. He chuckled, taking one final drag of his cigarette before flicking it off the balcony. Sliding his hand around her waist he leaned down his hot breath tickling her ear.

"Because how could such a sexy woman like you acknowledge the Kindom's notorious fuck up?"

Zia swallowed hard, his hot palm burned into her waist and she could feel the bulge of his erection straining against his tight pants, pressed to her stomach.