The Razor's Edge [[Feitan x Reader]]

42: The Plea

Warning: Mature Content. This chapter is almost entirely smut.

"Do you think we're going to die?"

   Feitan and I were lying next to each other. The troupe agreed that it would be best to have some sort of shelter while we slept in case the monsters that Muiri's parents had warned us about really were in the area. So the past couple of days, before the sun started to set, we found the closest town and rented rooms for the night. We were expected to arrive in Meteor City the next morning and were unsure what we'd be walking into.

   "Feitan?" I asked when he didn't respond.

   We were both lying on our backs in bed. It had been awhile since we'd turned out the lights, but I hadn't heard the rhythm of his breathing slow yet. I couldn't sleep, so my eyes just kept tracing the outline of the water stain on the ceiling. It was just barely visible in the glow of the streetlamp that peeked through the room's dusty, old blinds. I wasn't sure this town got many visitors.

   "Everyone dies," he responded, his voice gruff with sleep. "Go to bed. Long day tomorrow."

   "Fei," I turned to him. "I mean it, really, what if we do?"

   "We won't," he insisted. He turned toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. "Worked too hard to get you. Won't lose you so easily."

   "And if you do?" I asked, bringing my hand up to his face and tracing my thumb along his pale cheek. "What if this is our last night together?"

   He caught my wrist and pressed a soft kiss to my palm. "Won't let it be our last. Will follow you to the next life. Will chase you to the end of every timeline in every universe. Will never get rid of me so long as there is a story out there with our names."

   "But none of that is guaranteed. All we have is this timeline. This universe. What if our 'story' ends tomorrow?"

   I held his gaze, trying to burn a plea into his mind. I didn't want to die without having had the chance to give myself to him completely.

   His thumb traced my bottom lip and, taking the hint, he said, "Then at least we'll have had tonight."

   He kissed me. It was slow and passionate, and full of all the yearning that we'd been suppressing for months now. His hands left my waist, one of them moving up the back of my t-shirt while the other grabbed my thigh and hooked it over his hip. We moved against each other, our bodies desperate.

   He broke away from my lips to give attention to my neck. "This okay?" He asked between love bites.

   "Yes," I breathed as I leaned my head back to give him more access.

   His hand moved between us to rub my clothed core. With all that separated us being the lace of my panties and the thin cotton of my sleep shorts, I could feel almost everything.

   "Sure this is okay?"

   "Feitan, you don't have to keep checking in on me. If I need to stop I'll tell you."

   "Won't kick me again?" He teased.

   I frowned. "Well, I might if you don't hurry up and undress me."

   "So demanding," he said before latching onto my neck again, kissing a trail up to my ear where he stopped to give a sharp nip. "Forget that you aren't in charge?" I shivered as his teeth grazed along the shell of my ear. "Oh? Like that?" I could hear the smirk in his voice before he did it again.

   I tangled my fingers into his hair as I arched against him, trying to grind my core into his hand to get more friction.

   He gave an amused chuckle. "So eager. If you wanted more, all you had to do was ask."