Lyon P2

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by ObviouslySmart

by ObviouslySmart

Yeah that lonely comment? Inspiration for this whole piece.

I suppose this was long overdue. The lyon chapter is my favorite.

A/N: Merry Christmas Fuckers
A/N2: fuckers is a term of endearment

Warnings: fingering, temperature play,
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"But do you know how it feels to be inlove?" Sherria asked.

"No I can't say I do." "Oh it is so great, its like theres actually something to wake up to in the morning. And when you see the person it feels like there's butterflies in their stomach and your heart starts beating quicker..."

Lyon held you close, as if you'd disappear into tiny little pieces if he let you go. His hands were large and covered your skin, which you loved. He smiled softly when you dug your head into his neck. You always looked so gorgeous to him, and he'd unintentionally pushed his blunt fingernails into the plush skin of your thighs, eyes widening as you keened loudly.
"You in the mood baby?" He asked, laughing lightly to which you blushed at, digging your face into his clothed chest. "A little," You giggled. "You're very pretty." Lyon's lips pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows lifted as an idea dawned on him. He grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap.
He was always colder than necessary, and that aided in your pleasure usually. His hand buried itself underneath the shirt that you were wearing. He pulled your underwear to the side, two of his fingers entering your heat.
The difference of temperature was slight odd and you tried to ignore it. That didn't work, so soon enough you were thrusting your hips back against his hands while they worked at your core. Every little reaction Lyon snatched up, curling his fingers and playing with your clit- they both worked perfectly. Soon enough you were tipping over that addictive edge.
"That's it baby," Lyon guided you through your release, pulling you back against his chest as you rode the aftershocks.
You think that as you looked back to him, you felt the butterflies she was talking about. At least, you think you did.
"Hey Lyon?" You drew his attention back to you where he gave you a look, as if to ask you to continue. "I think I love you," His mouth pulled back in a wide grin. "What makes you think that?" He asked, running his hands over your thighs. "Sherria said that love feels like there's butterflies in your stomach, y'know? And your heart speeds up when you see them. And they give you something to wake up to in the morning. This definitely has me excited to wake up in the morning. Plus, y'know, you talk in your sleep which is pretty cute."
This time, you made him blush, he grabbed you by your neck and pulled you into a kiss. "Well then, I think I love you too,"

No. You definitely felt those butterflies.