Darkest Desires

Languiphile/Minor Humiliation (Trial #13)

For her, a hair tie with a star barrette.

For him, star stud earrings.

It just fits them so well.

A dark room, so dark that candlelight barely pierces the veil. Shadows dance across their faces and clothes as they gaze at each other and whisper in hushed voices.

Steven once again takes an interest in how light reflects against her skin, the near angelic glow she radiates while apparently being anything but. It's on display now more than ever with her hair up in an elegant bun and curls dripping down the sides of her face. Her dark wine red dress matched the matte shade over her lips, giving her a bold look that made his mouth water and throat dry. Those long black lashes batting at him in intervals, and the sparkle of playfulness in her eyes were the sweetest sin.

"Me estás mirando fijamente [You're staring at me]." She tipped her head at him and wrinkled her nose.

He hummed and licked his lips thoughtfully. Qui suis-je pour me refuser le plaisir? [Who am I to deny myself the pleasure]?"

Having a super genius friend like Peridot had proved once again useful. Sure, they could've spent 30 years in immersion language and quiz each other on suffixes and proper noun gendered items but why bother when that task was so easily abbreviated with technology?

"Oh, calla. ¿De verdad vas a ser más un coqueteo terminal ahora [Oh, hush. You're really gonna be a terminal flirt more now]?" She giggled at his hearty nod and him waggling his eyebrows.

His eyes dropped to the tiny bowl between them and plucked out one of the perfect strawberries he'd grown. The shine caught in the flicker of flames, various parts dulled out with drizzles of chocolate and white chocolate. "Bien sûr, mon amour. Mon amour mérite de se sentir beau [Of course. My love deserves to feel beautiful]." He raised his hand to her mouth and murmured, "Ouvrir [Open up]."

She parted her lips and guided it into her mouth with her tongue, keeping the lazy and searing eye contact. It was sensual of course, but far more was it full of comfortable intimacy. She was grateful for the dim lighting, that matching suit he had was all kinds of dangerous on him in full light. It was near impossible to fathom how no one had thought to explore richer shades on her Steven. Her boyfriend was as sexy as he was passionate in a deep red, it made her want to touch him everywhere. Her next goal was emerald green.

The sweet tartness of the strawberry was magnificent, erupting into her mouth and slightly coating her lips as she bit into it. The chocolate tangled with the fruit and created a delicious reward over her tongue.

Steven was silent, watching her lips wrap around the strawberry was criminally intense. Watching the juice pool to the right and drip down made him pull the remains away and precariously move the candle to lick it away. "Viens t'asseoir sur mes genou [Come sit on my lap]."

The table disappeared and Steven caught the strawberry bowl in one hand as she straddled him. The bowl was set down so he could press his cool hand to her bottom and pull her closer.

"Creo que estoy empezando a tener hambre de otra cosa dulce~ [I think I'm starting to get hungry for something else sweet~]," She purred and clutched at his collar as he hiked her dress up the rest of the way.

He fingered along the sides of her panties, following the path of her ass up and over until he found her thighs and ran his finger over her lips, teasing out the wetness for himself. "Il y a quelque chose d'absolument beau dans le fait que tu me parles salement en Espagnol, chérie [There's something absolutely fucking beautiful about you talking dirty to me in Spanish, darling]." He chuckled and grabbed one of her hips to stop her from grinding against his hand. "Ralentissez votre fille gourmande [Slow down you greedy girl]."