A Collection of Imagines

Adam

The Mixture 

I kick the battle gear away from the door to the bathroom as I wrap my wet hair in a towel. I smile down at the gear. It went through a lot today. Not only did it have to face the wrath of Pertionian soldiers, but also the wrath of my husband. The memory of him ripping the material away from my lower half in that closet makes me blush against the fabric of the towel. I rub the towel against my head to dry out my hair and with one last look in the mirror at my appearance, I walk out of the bathroom. As soon as I open the door, my soul leaps out of my body. How did he get into the bedroom without making a sound? 

My eyes immediately go to her black nightdress as soon as she makes her way out of the bathroom. She's startled to see me sitting on the black sheets quietly. However, I'm focused on the bruises and bite marks on her neck. It makes me smirk at her. She sees it and leans against the door frame. A smirk of her own forming on her face. Neither of us know what to say to the other in this moment. We both just sit in the silence and bliss of knowing that not too long ago, we were ravaging each other. 

"I had fun today." I'm the first to speak. He shifts a little at the foot of the bed to face more towards me, smile growing while revealing to me that he is only dressed in tight fitted boxers. I spot a patch of red on his shoulder. A trickle of blood has made its way down his torso and dried up. When he speaks, my eyes go straight to his lips. 

"Which part?" She kicks herself off of the wall and slowly walks across the bedroom floor. Eyes glaze over as they find their way back to my shoulder. 

"You know which part." He lightly scoffs when he hears my tease. I pull open a drawer and grab a cloth and bandages. Walking across the room again, we watch each other intently. Like both of us are cautious that the other could pounce at any moment and we need to be ready to endure whatever pleasure the other come accompanies. 

She walks into the bathroom again and I hear the faucet run from inside. After a few seconds, she turns it off and emerges into the bedroom once more. Her eyes lock onto mine and I watch as she walks over to me. Slowly, she crouches down in front of me. Her hands rests on both of my thighs. I lean back on my hands as I painfully watch as she deliberately avoids my crotch. It kills me to watch it. Instead, she places a damp cloth on the wound on my shoulder. It stings. A breath hisses from in between my teeth. 

"Shh." I coax him to calm down. His eyes are almost red from the amount of playfulness I'm conducting. I try to bite back a smile as I wipe away more dried blood. A light bulb goes off in my head when I have wiped it clean. I lean closer to his shoulder, eyes still blazing into his, and place a kiss on his wound. My lips linger there until I hear a sigh escape from his nostrils. I move away and grab the bandage from the bed. Placing it on him, I try to fight the blush that is inevitably going to spread on my cheeks. 

A small droplet of blood has smeared itself across her bottom lip. I never thought that something like that could so fucking sexy. Her eyes whip to mine. A smile grows again with her tongue running across the top of her bottom lip, threatening to consume the blood positioned there. Fucking mind-reading powers. She giggles in front of me and I'm even harder now. I want to taste the blood off of her lips. 

I hear the thought and lean closer to him. Propping myself up with my hands placed on his upper thigh. I get so close that my nose touches his and I can feel his heavy breath on my chin. I linger there for a few more seconds. His tongue runs across his bottom lip, but he takes no action in relieving himself. I devilishly smile once more and slowly start to back away. I watch as his eyes turn black, a job well done. Until I feel his hand wrap around my neck. He pulls me closer to him almost violently. 

Please, don't fucking tease me. If you do, I won't be gentle. 

Holy shit. My hands wrap around the one that is still gripping my neck. He pulls me closer to him and I close my eyes. My lips touch his, but its no kiss. He's establishing his possession. I can tell and any other way of doing so, I would have slapped him. Yet, I like this sort of claiming. Like is an understatement. The shakiness in my legs would agree. 

My lips wrap around hers and I can taste it. The mixture of her and me. The gentleness side of her and the gruesomeness of me. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip and she silently moans into my mouth. I release her lip and stare into her eyes. Her hands still clutching mine. I tighten my grip as I lean in to whisper in her ear, "Strip." 

AN: Sooo, I was going to some other place with this imagine, like it was gonna have a wholesome ending, but it ended up being a thirst trap. I'm sorry and yes, I'm disappointed in myself as well.