Blue Exorcist Lemons

Shima

"You know," Shima said, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the dusty scroll before him, "I've always found ancient texts to be more trouble than they're worth."

Y/N, sitting across from him in the dimly lit library, couldn't help but smirk. Her fingers traced the spine of the book she held, feeling the leather and the rough edges of the pages beneath. "But without them, how would we learn from the past?" she asked, her voice carrying the soft warmth of curiosity.

Rinzo looked up, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You always find a way to argue with me, don't you?" He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. The dim light cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. "These scrolls are more likely to hide traps than answers."

Y/N's smirk grew into a grin. "And that's what makes it exciting," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, you're the one who said we needed to find the source of these recent demonic disturbances."

Shima sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Fine," he conceded, "but if we end up fighting off a horde of angry spirits because of something you've found, I'm holding you responsible."

Y/N's grin widened. "Deal," she said, placing her book aside and standing up. She approached the shelves, her eyes scanning the countless tomes for any sign of what they sought. The air grew thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint whispers of incantations long forgotten.

Shima watched her for a moment, he loved the curves of her figure as she moved through the shadows of the library, the lights flickering off her hair. He couldn't help but admire her determination. It was one of the many things that had drawn him to her. But as much as he enjoyed their banter, he wanted her.

He had never been one for patience, especially when it came to his desires. He felt the heat building in his chest, a fiery need that only she could quench. He set aside his scroll, the ancient words forgotten for now. He stood up and approached her, his steps silent on the cold stone floor.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and gruff, "I think we've had enough of the dusty past for one night." His hand reached out, gently brushing against her waist, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned to face him, her eyes questioning but filled with a hint of anticipation.

"What do you propose we do instead?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo through the hushed library. The tension between them grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Shima stepped closer, his eyes darkening with want. "I think it's time we explore something else," he murmured, his hand sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her towards him. She didn't resist, her body responding to the warmth and strength of his touch.

Their gazes locked, the playfulness of their earlier conversation fading into something more primal. Y/N could feel her heart racing, the thrill of their shared secret mixing with the adrenaline of their exorcist missions. She reached up, her hand brushing against the collar of his shirt, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

"Like what?" she whispered, her breath hitching as his fingers tightened slightly.

Shima leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "How about we explore the present," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "More specifically, I'd like to explore the way you taste."

Without waiting for a response, he captured her mouth with his, the kiss hungry and demanding. Y/N gasped, her hand sliding up to tangle in his pink hair as she melted into him. His other hand snaked around her waist, lifting her up and pressing her against the hardened planes of his body. The books on the shelves seemed to fade away, the whispers of the library silenced by the thundering of their hearts.