Eyes like a summersky [AhriXReader]

Into the tall grass

For some moments, it is just the water raining down, hitting the tiles around you, filling this silence with a murmuring.
Ahris face now in a deep red as she looks down to you, wiggling a bit unsafe, as her leg is still propped onto your shoulder.
„Y/N?", she asks, this small shaking, almost brittleness, jumps from her voice,
„Everything okay?", you ask, still looking up to her.
She lifts her leg from your shoulder, it looks and feels a bit clumsy.
„I... I need some time right now", she leaves the shower, walking backwards, just grabbing a towel to wrap around herself and almost racing out of the door, leaving you behind, as the lukewarm water gets continuing colder.

Ahri went downstairs, back into her own room, locking the door and closing the curtains.
You do not want to intrude into her private space, although not knowing what Ahri felt in that moment, it plagues you with unbridled cluelessness.
Maybe she just needs some time to think about it, did you go a step too far?
Or maybe this was the step to bring everything in motion?
Not really knowing this, you cannot do anything different than just to continue, she will talk with you when she is ready, right?

It still echoes in your head as you lay in bed, she will tell you, won't she?
Thats why you two have a relationship, or do you even have one?
Neither you or she really talked about that, what kind of status this friendship now really is, perhaps it was really a bridge too far.
Rubbing your face, you feel like so much worse compared to this morning, was this teasing maybe just her way of showing boundaries.
We can do this, but no more no less, yet, you walked this line , teasing, maybe a bit more physical, but she enjoyed it, that is a fact for you, or did she not like your touch?
All these doubts and 'ifs' block of your head, drenching it in mist.
She could have said stop, just telling you that this would be off limits as soon as you began,
But yet, here you are, laying alone in bed, as Ahri chose to sleep downstairs as it seems.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe everything is back to normal, just two friends, one house, having a relationship a bit more close than others.

You have to blink a few times before your body slowly feels like waking up.
The sun is already standing high in the sky, you overslept, again.
Stretching a bit before beginning your morning routine, you try to forget about the dreams you had, about the four figures in the mist. You tried to understand your dreams in the past, but since highschool they became so strange from time to time, that you simply gave up.
Nothing to worry about, there are too many things where you have to do this already.

Slowly pushing away these thoughts you leave the bathroom, throwing on some clothes you have left and listening first, before going downstairs.
You cannot hear anything, neither Ahris light snore, nor any other sound she could make when she is awake or asleep.
It is this lonely emptiness downstairs again.

Sadly, you are right, only a bowl, with some milk left in it, stands on the table, showing that someone else lives in this house.
You sigh as you mix milk with cereal, did you really go too far yesterday?
Taking in the first spoon, you make a final decision, only Ahri can tell you that and as she is not here, maybe it was not enough time for her to think about it, or she already made a decision, distancing herself from you.
Your heart feels heavy with this thought, one misstep, ruining all of it, suddenly your appetite feels drained, almost gone, you just let the spoon glide back into the milk after the first two bites.
Looking up from the bowl and outside the window, a thought crosses your mind.

What is better than to exhaust yourself so much that there is no place for other thoughts?
And you already know the ideal place for this.

The tall grass needs a new cut.

Just looking over the grass is almost impossible at some points, even making out the shed, but there is only one way to get there and that is, sadly, through the grass itself.
So as you fight through the almost shoulder to head high grass, ignoring the itching and twitching that the grass causes, you try to still aim for the shed.
Not a simple task, but as you get closer, the grass seems to shrink in size, bowing to the shed, harbor of the scythe that will cut it down to a size that can be mowed.
Finally arriving at the shed, you have to realize one thing, it is padlocked and the key is missing from its original place.
The wind rustling through the grass almost sounds like a laugh mocking you and your bad luck, but it also sounds like someone really laughs from within the grass, just outside your view.
After some kicks and some laughter from the grass, the door still stands strong, not budging a bit, turning around, you look for the roof of the house, spotting it to your left.
The key has to be somewhere and if it is not here, it is somewhere in the house, so back through the tall grass it is, just do not loose the roof, it is even worse to make it out of the grass.
You try to remember the direction you had to go, but as the grass even envelopes you sometimes totally, you loose direction sooner than later.
This day just seems to get worse by the minute, but luckily, it cannot get worse now.
A rustling, almost directly behind you, the grass is still waving a bit as you turn, and there!
Again.
Something is almost gliding like a snake through the grass, as it seems to blend in easily.
You go into a defensive stance, maybe just a stray cat you think, the best case scenario, but it could be a wild animal from the woods as well.
Slowly turning in a circle, you await an attack almost every second, yet you push the thought, of what you will actually do if you encounter a wild animal, away.
Another rustling goes through the grass, now closer to you than before, some beats of sweat roll down your face. Although you were prepared, you react way to slow, as something dives towards you, flinging you off your feet and sending both of you to the ground.
Preparing for the worst, you look up, only to see ears peaking up and a smug smile on Ahris face.
„I really got you now", she says, as she sits on top of you, pinning you to the grassy floor.
It is not uncomfortable laying there, just a bit surprising.
„Ahri?", you ask, a bit unbelieving,
„Who else but me?", her voice sounds a bit rougher than normal.
She looks down onto you again, still pinning you down,
No words are exchanged, but as a small violet shimmer seems to pass through her eyes and she leans down, it feels like all the words have been said.
It is a short kiss, yet it feels so good, the curtains of grass around you two seem so natural, yet protecting, giving this whole thing a new kick.

Maybe you did not go too far, maybe it was the spark that ignited the fire, perhaps, the storm that broke the barrier between the two of you.
„How about we do not have to beg for the things we want?", she whispers into your ear, her left hand letting go of your arm, wandering down to your hips.
„Just a small thing, okay? We could ... help each other", she tries to hide her eyes away from you, no eye contact is needed to convey this message.
Your heart picks up a beat, does she really mean that?
„You do what you can do best and I will do my best for you", she rests her hand on your lower abdomen.
And yet again, no words are needed, just the look on both of your faces is telling more than a thousand words could, this trust and intimacy, unreplaceable.

It is just another short kiss, before both of you get rid of some clothing that is preventing your plans, Ahri turns around, positioning herself in reverse above you, her tail acting as a support for your head.
„Rea-dy...", she wants to ask, but the shivering running through her body as you place a kiss on her inner thigh, seems to override her question completely, instead she just gives you a smile.
She brushes her hair back, leaning closer to your hip, placing some kisses on your inner thigh, almost waiting for your reaction, one that does not need to be waited for.
Ahri just lets out a sound of surprise,
„You almost hit me in the face", she lets out a nervous chuckle, her finger running slowly along your shaft, almost an eager curiosity.
She seems to be hesitant on what to do.
„Did you ever....?", you want to ask,
„Only seen in videos and things, but never, you know... never really did it", she brushes back a strain of hair that has fallen back into her face.

„Me neither", you try giving a supportive smile, „But I guess sometimes just doing it is the key to success", you say. It looks like she wants to give an answer to that, but you place a gently kiss, a small moan replacing her answer.
You can hear her taking a deep breath, as you lift your upper body to get a bit more control, but in a surprise, it feels like a quake, almost like waves, running through your body.
Just the tip, not a kiss, not a lick, but the whole tip at once. Feeling her tongue gliding over it now. You feel like just enjoying it, but there is also a part for you to do.
As you have a hard time to really concentrate, you try your own best, letting your tongue, sliding up and down, every time it hits her spot, a little swirl, sending shivers through her body, shivers, you can feel too.
All those worries seem to slowly fade, as you get your right hand up, feeling a bit, before letting one finger slowly glide in. A certain warm wetness, the feeling of muscles around your finger.
And just like a step by step race, she goes an inch deeper on you, the tongue beginning to make timid swirls, but getting more confident as she goes along, a low suction also slowly getting applied.
A second finger of yours joins slowly, mindful to not take things to fast.
Only a muffled moan escapes as she arches her back, another inch deeper, almost taking your breath as it happens, your heart skipping almost a beat.
The sensation of this warm, wet skin on it, the careful applied pressure by the tongue, the small bops up and down, everything seems done with finesse and judging from her posture, she knows she is good at it.
Somebody should show her her place, you think, lifting yourself up, your head to her waist, as your finger guides first, and your tongue follows, applying some pressure and picking up some speed with your tongue, it hits the right spot, as you let two fingers glide back in.

It sounds almost like a purring sound, as her tail seemingly wraps around your head and her hip pushes down onto you, going with your motions.
Parallel to you, it is the last inch, her hot, almost ragged breath not leaving a warm feeling on your skin, your tip poking at her throat, feeling the muscles around it, the warm, close to massaging sensation lets you feel like loosing any other feeling below your hips except this one.
You feel like you cannot hold it any longer, just this mix of motion, suction and humidity getting you closer and closer, but you are not alone, her legs shivering, her tail curled around you, emitting its own beat. 

Almost synchronous, you apply just a bit more pressure, picking up a bit more speed with your fingers, she somehow gets you a bit more down the contorting muscles. She is not able to warn you, as she presses down on you with her hips, the moan resulting in a contortion of her muscles, pushing you over this fine line as you just let go. A continous sensation, as with every gulp of her, the muscles tighten around your tip in a new way, a sensation that still waves some minutes afterwards, as you two lay side by side in the grass, cuddling as you both try to get a breather.