Kiss me, you fool!

Kiss me Eventually

Prompt: "Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips."

Pair:MihawkxReader
Relationship: established
Word count: 562

Poem: A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

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He found you busy with a book.

Normally he would find this act completely normal. But he couldn't help but stare at how marvelous you were looking sitting on his throne.

Your legs were tucked under you, a black silky nightgown that did everything for his imagination and your eyes half lidded, most likely squinting in order to focus better in the book.

He spotted a bottle of his favorite wine by the table near you, half full or half empty. The wine must be tasty since he could see you take a long sip from the glass as you were so invested in your reading.

He didn't have to squint to see what book you were reading.

It was one of his personal favorites.

He found you, at this moment, as the most exquisite creature to roam this planet.

You had left your arm unguarded when you placed the now empty glass on the little table beside his seat. One of your arms dropping to side of your seat while the other held his book.

He acted quickly.

For one brief moment you you looked up to see no one staring at you, the next you felt something grab your unused hand delicately and sucked in a breath when you felt your lover's lips against your fingertips.

He had sat on the arm of the chair while delicately brushing his lips against your skin.

"Read for me, Draga Mea..."

You smiled, his lips still one of the softest things in his dark castle.

"In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted."

You spoke softly, feeling the his lips trail up to your knuckles. Kissing each and every individual bone.

"Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?"

You whispered, feeling a chill run up as he trialed his kisses up to your elbow. You could feel him whispering 'Don't stop...' against you.

"That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding."

You could barely read the rest. His mouth traveled to your shoulder and he gave you a teasing bite and a lick. He wasted no time reaching your neck and you almost folded. His lips finding your sweet spot pretty fast, usually he likes to take his time but not tonight.

"What though that light, thro' storm and night,"

You gasped as he reached your jaw and nibbled on your ear.

"S-So trembled from afar-"

You couldn't continue. Somehow, he moved the both of you and now you were sitting in his lap as he held you to him close. His lips trailing now from your cheek to your lips where he whispered, softly:

"What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?"

And pressed them fully against you. With a shivering whimper you looked at him shyly and said "Mihawk?"

"Yes, my rose?

"Let's go to bed."

"As the lady desires. I am but your humble slave." He whispered, making you giggle and rush to the bedroom. You clinging to his neck and kissing his face softly as a bare hint of a smile graced his own.