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PART ONE ━━ SEASON ONE 013. treize
❝THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?❞
"Do you know where Allison went?" Lyra asked Diego as they entered her house.
"Last time I checked she was with Luther." He said.
Lyra rolled her eyes, "She's probably gonna leave with him then, just like she did with that stupid guy she has a kid with, Patrick."
"One time we planned to go to Tokyo together cause I had a modeling gig there and she was shooting some movie, literally the day before she said she's going with Patrick." The two walked into her room.
"That's... pretty shitty I won't lie." Diego replied.
"Yeah well I forgave her." Lyra slightly smiled as the two stood by her bed. Diego looked down on the ground, not uttering a single word.
Lyra, noticing the awkward tension between, decided to address the elephant in the room.
"So... you said you like me?" Oh my God why would I say it like that. She mentally cursed herself.
"N-No, I didn't mean it like that." He denied, noticing how Lyra's face changed, "Not that I don't like you now, I do, j-just not in the way you think I do." He continued rambling, "I mean even if I did like you, it's not like you like me t–"
Lyra cut him off by smashing her lips on his. With her hand on his cheek, the emotion inside of her transformed into one of warmth and desire, wanting nothing more than to feel more of him. She pulled away from him.
"That answer your question?" She smiled, earning a chuckle from Diego as he pulled her back for a kiss.
Her hands began to slide through his hair, hoping to draw him closer. The once peaceful kiss evolved into one of desire, with both parties anxiously striving to hold the other. They pulled away in a breathless haze. Their gazes remained riveted as they both attempted to catch their breath. Lyra would normally be alarmed by the room's silence, but it seemed peaceful right now.
With a deep inhale, he dragged his lips along her jawline, caressing her jaw with his thumb before moving on to kiss her neck eagerly. "Diego," she exhaled, an overwhelming sensation on her skin, the action of his soft, absolutely gentle lips burning through. Diego's hand shook with pleasure as those tiny gasps of surprise left her lips, and her fingers tightened around the ink of his hair as she grasped at it.
Diego's hand slipped to her waist, and he squeezed her with almost bruising pressure, while she gripped him tighter by the neck. They felt the heat in their blood and bones. Desire flowed through their veins, running as the fuel that ignited the fire. Bodies hummed with excitement, pulling each other further into the kiss.
Diego gasped into her lips from the back of his throat. "Lyra," his strong voice vibrated against her mouth, and she felt it on her chest. His fingers were entangled in her pin-straight hair, which had become sloppy as a result of his motions.
"Wait," Lyra managed to let out as she pulled away. The two looked at each other. "What about your arm."
"Oh, this? I'll be fine. This ain't my first rodeo." He reassured her.
"Oh okay." She pulled him in again. He trailed a finger down her neck delicately, stopping exactly at the tip of her top's neckline. She pulled him down by his shirt, causing him to lean forward even more until her back met her silky satin sheets. He lingered above her, never separating their lips. Their bodies were fused together, and his elbows rested on the bed on either side of her.
Lyra started to take off his shirt eagerly, avoiding his cast. She sat up slightly and parted their lips so he could excitedly remove the tank top she was wearing. His had pulled up her top a little, leaving her ribs bare His fingertips scorched against her exposed skin as he stroked them over every inch of her upper body while removing the top. Desire danced over his gaze.
He stared at her, with her tank top on the floor, revealing every curve of her upper body.
She felt a chill go down her spine as his hand moved slowly around her waist. His look was covered with surprise at the sight of her. She trailed her thin cold fingers curiously down his chest. Firm and flexed muscles responded to her gentle touch. He didn't take any more time. He was impatient. He gave her another kiss, one that lasted a long time and almost consumed her. Again, her back struck the bed.
His lips detached from hers as he moved to place moist kisses along her jawline and neck, changing his position by going down down her body. Her breathing increased, and her heart rate increased. His lips stroked every inch of her, even her neck and then her collarbones, his fingers flying everywhere, soft grips on her hips.
She pulled him into another kiss. Lips move rhythmically against his. The same lips that moved down to the valley of her collarbones, over her tattoos, tickling down to her naked stomach, and further down—his hands caressing every area of her skin, holding hips and thighs, her hands clutching his sheets, shivering with anticipation. He let out a quiet grunt as her hips raised, grinding against his, all that pleasure from the way her skin met his.
