Lavender & Lilies

Much Left to Be Desired

TW WARNING: this chapter contains sexual behavior, though it is not explicitly smut.

Lilliana scrubbed at the stains on the plate. It was the last of the breakfast dishes left to be cleaned.

She sighed and looked out the window in front of her. To her surprise, Dimitri was just within her line of sight, swinging his lance.

After a few moments, she let her gaze travel down his abdomen, and the rubbing of her cloth against the plate began to slow down. She looked down at it dazedly.

Once again, she sighed, and set the plate beside the sink to dry. Lilliana rested her chin on her knuckles.

These thoughts of Dimitri had gotten more frequent as of late. She dreamt of him, too, so she couldn't escape him even when she slept. They still fought with each other, but she desperately wished for more.

Lilliana smiled and pulled away from the sink, drying her hands on her skirts.

If Dimitri understood her feelings, what then? What would happen? What would he do? Would anything even come of it? Lilliana hoped there would.

"Just a few hours to ourselves. Just one night to ourselves," she said to herself, stepping back until her back brushed against the wall. "Goddess, if we could only spend time alone together,"

She closed her eyes, hands clasped to her chest. Oh, Dimitri, when will you realize how badly I want you? A few moments passed and her cheeks went bright red, her heart thumping loudly in her ears.

Please, kiss me, you handsome bastard. She let her head loll onto her shoulder and she pressed herself against the wall. I want your hands all over me, and I don't care if I don't get back home.

Lilliana giggled, one of her hands coming up to rub her throat before sliding down her body. She could imagine the warmth of his breath on her skin so easily she barely needed any effort. Her lips parted slightly to allow for deeper breaths.

She hummed softly, opening her eyes lazily. "Oh, my Goddess, how I want his skin on mine," she whispered, hardly realizing she was now voicing her thoughts. "I want his company, and I like it rough,"

Lillie felt herself going weak in the knees, and cried, "Oh, Sothis, I want him to kiss me so hard I can't speak. I want him to hide us away and stay with me all night. Ah, I want him to shove me against a wall and ravish me for hours, to mark me as his and love me so savagely I forget my name,"

There was silence for the next few moments as she imagined his broad, muscled shoulders, streaked with sweat, pressing against her stomach while his arms circled her waist and his lips trailed along her throat.

Lilliana was so entranced in her fantasy that she failed to notice Dimitri enter the kitchen.

All Dimitri saw was a heavily-breathing Lilliana, who had one hand crossing her body and the other hand on her chest, leaning back on the wall behind her.

"M... Miss Elway?" he asked hesitantly.

Her gaze slowly landed on him and she gave a quiet "mmm" in response. "Dimitri," she purred quietly.

Dimitri's cheeks went pink. "What... are you dying of heat exhaustion or something? Why are you just standing in the sunlight then?" He came forward to wave a hand in front of her face. "Really, are you not going to move?"

She stared up at him without a sound, eyes glassy, heart pounding, blushing like a tomato.

Though he was put off by her demeanor, Dimitri was feeling charitable. He snorted. "Fine then. If you aren't going to move yourself then I will, I don't want you collapsing from the heat."