Embers of Sun and Flame: Before We Have It (Fuegoleon x OC)

Chapter 23 Playtime

He cupped her face into his hands, placing his lips onto hers with a touch that was soft, and gentle; like light falls onto the petals of a flower which blooms only during summertime. His lips took a hold of hers, as if to ask if he could. Even now, after all this time; after all the times where their mouths had latched together, there was that request in the way his lips danced over hers.

"An intention in the making?" She grinned, speaking with her eyes closed as their mouths separated just long enough for both of them to draw air.

"Maybe," she could practically taste the smirk on his lips, dripping like honey, like sugar, some nectar that was still too delicious for words to describe.

"Mhm~," she hummed as a reply, while letting her eyelids rise up gradually, to reveal his heavenly expression, now having shed the weight it had worn only a moment ago.

"Unless it is uncalled for..." he uttered, knowing that it could be seen as... insensitive, to request for carnal pleasures just before separation. Could be, but the thought only made her giggle with a light sound that danced around them.

"Since when has it been 'uncalled for'?" She asked with a glimmer in the corner of her eye, as she pressed her body against him, letting her arms wrap around him; her right beginning to trail down the length of his body, to his lower back, and lower... until her hand found its way onto his ass and gave it a squeeze. "Didn't I tell you that it is always a 'yes' with you?"

"But if the answer to my question is 'yes', then you must mean that it is, in fact, uncalled for," he replied with a smirk, the words rolling from him with decadent amusement.

"No, the question is..." she leaned closer, taking a hold of his lower lip with hers, and tugging it, as if it was for her to devour... in some later point of the evening. A taste before the real thing. "If we'll... play tonight..." she purred with her eyes shifting between his lips and his eyes.

"Make love?"

"So, something slow and sensual?" She inquired, bringing her hands back around along the belt of his jacket, her fingers working on the knot as the question fell from her.

"Yes... or, umm..." he swallowed, wondering what exactly to say. "Not-, necessarily... It's all good..."

She smiled; the corners of her lips tugging as wide up as possible.

"Perhaps... we could... 'go with the flow'?" The question fluttered in the air, to which she nodded with that same smile, but a moment after the action, it faded, even if only slightly.

"I need to say though that... I'm not sure if protection is as secure as on other occasions," she spoke with hushed syllables. "With all the training and travelling back and forth, there's been a lot of... disrupts to mana flow and it could... affect how well it works."

"Meaning that the likelihood of getting pregnant is higher?" He asked, holding her in his arms.

She nodded, averting her gaze.

There was a brief pause that lingered in the air between them, one where they both thought about it to themselves, weighing what they wanted and what was sensible.

"I don't... mind..." he uttered. "But it's... not my call."

A tender smile rose to her lips with his words. "I can't say that I mind either," she whispered, while leaning closer; her eyes climbing the length of his body. "I want to carry your child... So... even if this would be ... early and it would happen now, I... don't mind..."

The shared a gaze, knowing that the act of 'trying for a child' was ... would be ... too soon. It would be more sensible to wait for marriage. And there was always the possibility that the protection she had applied was in effect, so nothing would happen. But... if it did, happen, they'd both be on the same page. Neither could claim that they didn't know. And neither could say that they didn't want it, because they both had been thinking about it; how his seed would impregnate her one day and enable her to carry his child and it just... There was something so thrilling in the idea.