FFXV: After the Fall

Chapter 22

Nyx saw her walk further ahead and look at the large bed that stood in the middle of the back wall, then she turned around to face him as he came inside and pushed the heavy door closed.
She didn't look reluctant as such, that wasn't it; quite a bit of the look on her face seemed to suggest that she still couldn't believe what she had just agreed to, and was struggling with it.
   "I really wouldn't think about that." He said as he leant his back on the door and drew one knee up at a time to remove his shoes. As they sailed off to one side, she haltingly removed her own and then drew her hands together into her middle as he began to approach. This...needed some gentle handling, he decided.
Not that he would have rushed it, of course. No. Not with this.
   "Might not be what you'd usually do...but this isn't a sin." He told her gently. "It really isn't. There may be a law, and a bond, but I'm not here cos' of that. Neither are you."
He then put both of his hands over hers, and aside from being warm, she could feel them shaking slightly. Just like her own.
She looked at them for a moment, then looked back up at him.
He smiled. "Yeah. Me too. But it's not gonna stop me from being where I wanna be, and doin' what I wanna do. You don't have to say it- I've seen it, and I've heard it. Only one thing left."
He pulled, and her hands came apart to rest in each of his.
Those he put around his back, and then his own moved to gently take hold of the lower sides of her face.
He looked at her for a moment, then slowly leaned in to kiss her.

They both continued to look inbetween the first two, which were only a couple of seconds long, and during that time he saw her look of confusion vanish and be replaced with something a lot warmer and far more meaningful, like she saw on him.
He felt the fingers on his back squeeze slightly on the third, and he then moved a touch closer for the fourth, which finally stayed put as they both fell into it willingly. Her hands began to move a few seconds later, and after almost a minute, he felt her starting to pull at where his T-shirt was tucked in at his waist, as if debating whether to pull it all the way out or not.
He decided for her; already feeling an urgency starting to worm its way in, he stopped and took hold of his tee, pulling it over his head in one swift motion and throwing it away to one side. He then moved back towards her, looking down at her red top and sliding fingers underneath its hem to feel her skin.

She looked at his, seeing faint, red lines of old scars that ran over the top-right of his upper chest and shoulder, and her eyes were soon drawn to them.
   "Old war wounds." He said gently. "Picked those up after savin' some of the Glaives on that day I told you about."
   "Didn't you wanna get them healed?" She asked.
   "No." He replied as he continued to smooth his fingers around her lower back and waist. "I'd rather have the reminder of what I fought so hard for. What I still do."
That sentiment spoke loudly to her, and she understood.
With curiosity, she reached out with one hand to run her fingers over them as she wasn't used to seeing unhealed ones. That wasn't the only reason, though, and he knew it. His arousal climbed a touch higher as he felt her stroke them for a few seconds, then he let out a quiet, shaky breath as she bent her head down to place gentle kisses on some of them too.
He then grasped hold of the edge of her top, beginning to lift it up, and she paused her fixation so that he could take it off. That too hit the floor and as she put her fingers back onto those scars, he stared at her uncovered skin and a slow burn took hold.
It made him reach his own fingers out too.

It was almost like stroking silk, he thought, or satin without any shine. Incredibly soft. Warm, too. He wanted to put his mouth on every single square inch of it, and that thought made him put his arms on her waist to gently pull her closer, then start that thought at the left side of her neck as he continued to stroke.
Her focus instantly snapped onto that, feeling him start just under her ear, and her hands then moved to cover the rest of him, alternating between front and back regularly.
That breathing of hers was starting to drive him crazy, now faster and quite irregular as it was picked up by his ears, and as he brushed and kissed his way towards the curve of her neck, his hand moved to the right side of her bra to rub and squeeze at the equally-silky material. He felt nails then, just for an instant on the middle of his back though they weren't sharp, and his increasing desire made him dig his teeth into the arch of her neck while his hand greedily shot under her bra, seeking even more of that sensitive skin. He heard something between a sigh and a moan, and a strong ache poured into his lower body.