Shattered hearts

Collision

Might contain some smut!

The next day, the weather was cold as ever. Diluc didn't bother to argue with Jean last night over who needed to sleep on the couch, so they both slept in the same bed. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before, but there was something strange about it this time. Diluc didn't know how to feel, when she had her arms wrapped around him this way, and her cute face was laying on his chest, fast asleep. Everything about her was so breathtaking, that he forgot the full reason why he even rejected her proposal on getting back together. She did hurt his feelings, but she was just such a beauty, her personality, hair, eyes, lips, her body, everything fascinated him, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to focus much today. That was fine, tomorrow was the big day, not today.

When Jean had finally woken up, they both decided to have some breakfast while they discussed names, before they went out to buy the necessities they needed for the ball. "The names should sound a bit.. Snezhnayan, shouldn't they?" Jean tapped a pen against her lips, gently biting on it. Diluc couldn't help but glare at her throughout it. "Perhaps, what are some of your ideas?" He asked, but they just say there in silence for a while. Awesome. "Claire and Vincent maybe?" Jean looked at him. "Yeah, that could work, you look like you'd be named Claire if you weren't named Jean." Diluc teased, which made Jean blush. "As for last names, it's difficult to come up with two, so let me think.." Jean said, but was soon a blushing mess once again. "Cant we just pretend to be married? Same last name?" He asked in such a casual way that made her heart skip a beat. "Johanson?" She finally said, her voice slightly shaky. "Claire and Vincent Johanson? Sure, that works. Well done." He said, as he finally got himself up from his seat, and looked at her for a while, before he walked to the room. "We should get ready to go out now, we wouldn't want to sit here and glare at each other all day." He said, as he began undressing, without closing the door. "Stop it, Diluc.." Jean blurted out, as she was now sitting on the table, instead of her chair. "Stop what? You'd get excited if the door was open or closed, why is that my problem?" He said as he looked for a new sweater to wear. "You know exactly what you're doing, sir." Jean said as she wandered over to him, glaring up at his tall figure. "Have you forgiven me yet?" She asked, as she seemed to want to tease him back now. "Forgiven you? I don't think that'll come emotionally or mentally. Perhaps physically?" He teased her back. They both stared at each other for a pretty long while, before they both leaned against each other and let their lips meet, their tongues dancing like how they were gonna dance tomorrow.

After making out for a couple of minutes, Jean pulled away, panting as she was now sitting on the bed. "I was wondering when you'd finally please me again." She whispered to him, which seemed to anger him slightly. "Don't be like that, please. You were the one who broke up with me." He said, as he sat down beside her, lifting her onto his lap, as his arms wrapped around her waist. It was so perfect, especially after her training. "I did, but I never got the chance to explain to you why." She began, but he cut her off. "I don't think we're ever going to be what we were before, but I could be your fling, or something. An excitement under your desk, perhaps." He whispered to her, before he pulled her into a deeper kiss, not wanting to hear more of her apologies and excuses for now. He gently moved his hands down to her rear, squeezing it softly until he heard her whimper against his lips. He gently moved his head down to her neck, where he began to place small kisses. Hickeys could wait, as he didn't want her to have them for the ball. "A fling? That's better than nothing.." She seemed a bit disappointed, but why would she be if he pleasured her like this, almost every single day? Perhaps they could fuck behind the bar at Angel's share, or in her office on the couch, or just at Dawn winery. Who knows. "We shouldn't be going too far right now.. we have to go out.." Jean moaned slightly, and it seemed like he completely understood. "Alright, just for you, my wonderful wife." He teased, chuckling to himself as he gave her one last kiss. "Let's go buy everything we need, then continue, alright?"

"Deal." Jean whispered."