Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Peter Pevensie Lemon -- Dreaming of Auburn

Character: Peter Pevensie

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

OC: Ava, long auburn hair, bright blue eyes

Inspiration: Just felt like doing something for him…idk xD

If there was one thing Ava liked about her life, it was the fact that she woke up every morning to the sight of her breathtaking husband curled up around her.  This morning was no different.  In fact, as she took in the sight of their sheets mussed up around their ankles, Ava rather thought that this morning was even better than normal.

The sun did wondrous things to Peter's appearance.  It made his hair into soft strands of gold and his skin sinfully delicious to look at…especially when he was wearing absolutely nothing and the sun was shining on their entire bodies.

She supposed she ought to let him sleep in a bit, because the past few months have been extremely anxious as there was war amenities to wrap up with the giants of the North.  He hadn't had a decent sleep in weeks -- because, let's face it, Ava had a certain drive that Peter couldn't really say no to -- and she could see the obvious trademarks of said deficiency by the bruises beneath his eyes.

But she couldn't help but gently brush her fingers through his hair as he slept against her chest, and he must have been in a very light sleep because not soon after she'd begun, he shifted into coherence.  As a result, she paused her movements and glanced down at him with a little bit of chagrin.

But Peter merely groaned sleepily and tightened his hold around her waist.  In a muffled voice, he slowly said, "…Don't stop…feels good.."  So she began to tunnel her fingers through his hair once more, a light smile adorning her face at the thought of babying her grown husband.

"Lose that smirk," he grumbled, but couldn’t deny the smile that spread over his own face as he looked up at her.  She giggled lightly and pressed a kiss to his head, refusing to answer as well as refusing to do as he said.  The smirk remained latched to her mouth.

They lay there together in companionable silence for long minutes and watched the sun curl itself around each other.  As the light tangled into Ava's auburn tresses, Peter heaved himself up, elbow jutting out to catch his weight.  He gazed down at her with soft eyes, fingers catching her flaming hair and brushing light touches over her cheeks.  The resulting peace was so breathtaking that she had to close her eyes in her revelry. 

"I suppose we should get up before Lucy comes in and finds us like this," and Ava laughed, because it wouldn't have been the first time to happen.  The poor girl had been utterly scarred to see her best friend and her brother in bed together…even though they hadn't been doing anything terribly illicit.  She wouldn't look either of them in the eye for weeks afterwards.

Peter joined in her laughter.  His voice was husky with something other than sleep when he responded, "Or we could scare her off again…"  And the suggestion made Ava's childish laughter turn into luscious giggles as Peter began to kiss up her neck in a mock sultry way.

"P-Peter!" she tilted her head back to allow him room, lips contorting into a grin that wouldn't seem to disappear.  It only softened when her husband caught her mouth with his and kissed her deeply.

She really couldn't help it, you know.  Self control was an undefined phrase when one was naked and being ravished by a handsome king.  It certainly had no bounds here, and so Ava merely slipped her arms around Peter's head and returned his kiss.

When their kiss evaporated, Ava opened her eyes to watch Peter hovering above her.  His arms were on either side of her head, holding his weight up.  His golden hair was hanging in his eyes, which were glistening brightly into hers as the morning sun exploded on him.  If there weren't other things on her mind, Ava would have thought Peter looked rather beautiful.

She reached up to palm his cheek, eyes half lidded as she appraised him.  Her fingers traced his strong jaw and she suppressed a sudden desire to reach up and kiss it.  Instead, she just brought him to her, languishing in the touch of his mouth against hers and the contact of his body beneath the sheets.

Ava's legs curled up around his waist, silently drawing him closer to her core.  Her eyes locked with his and she gave him a smile, to which he returned with a certain vigor.  His eyes were romancing her; his expression, bewitching.  She allowed him to drag her down into an undercurrent of pleasure.

His lips attached themselves to the underside of her chin, pressing firm kisses along her sweet skin.  Her arms drifted up to rest above her head as she basked in his presence.  His member was becoming a hardened shaft against her thigh, and it seemed to be the only thing that grounded Ava to Peter.

He moved against her, pressing his cock to her opening but not taking her.  Her back arched into submission, yielding to his every desire, but he merely studied her face and forced down the yearning in his heart.

A moan grated from her mouth.  Her eyes snapped open in impatience and she practically glared at her husband, "Damn it, Peter, take me already!"

Her words were answered with a husky chuckle and Peter's member, which slid into her tight womanhood a moment later and utterly took Ava's breath away.  She gasped, fingers digging into his back as he jerked into her.  He was filling her up easily, and it had been weeks since the last time he had.  (Excluding last night, for which Peter had been resolutely tireless.) 

He kept her pressed to the mattress as he towered above her, hands gripping her thighs as he plunged into her.  Every hard thrust forced a different reaction from her, but each centered around her desperation, her impatience, and her satisfaction. 

"P-Peter!  Ohh!" words built up in Ava's throat, only to be burnt to a crisp with each furiously delicious pound.  She rather liked being pinned to the bed, as long as it was Peter doing the pinning.  To any other man, she would be as dominant as they came, but Peter made her want to be submissive.  He balanced out her blatant coarseness with his fire.

She held on for dear life as her orgasm swept through her.  Stars swam around her vision, only to be dispersed and replaced by the beatific image of her husband's face as he followed her off the edge.  With a long moan, he came, burying deep within her folds and letting himself go.  Every thrust shook her to her core and tamed her wild soul and molded her to his side.  And then, with the lazy, intermittent movements that now schooled Peter's hips, he brought her back down into their bedroom, onto their bed, surrounded by the brilliant rays of sunlight as it wavered over hot, sweaty skin.

A soft, sighing noise came from Ava as she found sanctuary upon Peter's chest.  Her fingers traced peaceful circles on the skin of his side as they got comfortable in each other's embrace.  "Well, Lucy hasn't found us yet," she murmured with a gentle chuckle.

Peter's response was a kiss to her head.  He shook with silent laughter and said, "I may have locked the bedroom door last night in the event that Lucy might prove to be a problem…"

It was silent for a few seconds as Ava digested his words, and then she laughed in amusement and leaned up to kiss his mouth.  "What a smart, single-minded husband I have."

This time, his answer was a lighthearted grunt of agreement and a deep, satisfying kiss.


Monday, May 21, 2012

A Germany Lemon -- Bubble Baths

Character: Germany

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

OC: Sophia Costa, Represents Brazil

Inspiration: Bubble Baths~

Nighttime baths were a luxury that Sophia quite enjoyed. There was something undeniably attractive about them, especially when they were full of bubbles and steaming hot water and, in this case, Germany.

She smirked at him, seductively twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she leaned against the threshold of the bathroom. He was desperately scooping bubbles over him to try to preserve what little dignity he could, but it wasn't helping and he cheeks were only becoming redder and redder.

"Why, Ludwig," she purred, eyes alighting in the look that scared him out of his mind and yet kept him resolutely rooted to his spot. "I didn't know you shared my empathy for late night baths~" A light giggle left her mouth, but it was jaded by the unmistakable lust building within her eyes. Ludwig gulped.

He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was wrapped up in just a towel, and it wasn't covering much of her in the least. He was getting an eyeful of her busty cleavage, and her smooth, creamy thighs weren't helping the matter. He had to train his gaze to particularly mismatched tile on the opposite side of the room.

But he wasn't fooling anyone. Sophia was certainly experienced in the art of lovemaking and could spot a wanting man (for lack of a better, less innocent term) a mile away. She also knew exactly what to do with one and had no lack of confidence regarding her own body. Which was why, as she sashayed toward the edge of the tub, she didn't mind in the least that her towel was slowly sliding off of her and finding a comfortable place on the floor. She could see only the haphazardly reluctant lust building within Ludwig's eyes.

The water, when she dipped her foot into it, was perfectly steaming. She gave Germany a smirk and he scooted over, face red as a tomato and looking for an escape. But it was no use, because once Sophia's arms had circled his waist and she'd pressed herself against him, he didn't really want to find one anyway.

So he let her have control of the situation, because he wasn’t sure whether his own kinks would be fully accepted or not and didn't want to scare her off. She touched him gently, drawing her hands over his chest and then down, to where his manhood was. It felt foreign at first, having someone else pleasure him, because Ludwig was still very much innocent. But after he'd grown used to feeling her hands over his length, it began to feel rather amazing. He tilted his head back and felt her lips immediately attack the skin there, nipping tenderly and leaving little red marks over his pale neck.

Soon, Ludwig was gaining control as he pushed Sophia back. He began exploring her body in much the same way she'd done to him, and was pleased to find her very much desiring more of his touch.

There was something roughly controlled about the way Ludwig's fingers brushed over her clit. He was making her whine for him, which was something rather difficult to do because Sophia wasn't really one to make noise. But Germany, though still fairly innocent, had a talent that not many men had.

Her head fell back and hit the edge of the tub, exploding in sharp little pangs. She grimaced but couldn't pay much attention to the pain, because Germany's lips were now on hers and his fingers were making a mess of her as they began pumping into her.

She threw a leg around his waist and gasped silently. He was twisting around inside her now and it was sending her ballistic. She clawed at his shoulders and keened at him, chest heaving as she grew nearer and nearer to satisfaction.

But he never let her come, because then he was withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his firm, long cock. When he slid into her, Sophia couldn't breath. She could only lay there in the water and stare up at him, studying the way his lust was reflected in his eyes. Nothing happened until Ludwig was completely sheathed within her, and then everything - her world, her breath, her reality - was shattered when he began to move.

It was like tasting a piece of what paradise surely tasted like. She sunk down, eyes flitting halfway shut, and tugged him closer to that she could kiss him. Her tongue raced out to greet his and they began a slow battle that wasn't really a battle, but more like a dance that expressed their emotions and their desires. She nipped at him and wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist. It was difficult to keep up with his intense thrusts -- a feat that surprised Sophia in a pleasant way, for it was usually the other way around.

He was hitting her perfectly each time he entered her and it was sending her over the edge. She hadn't ever felt this helpless in such a delicious way before, and it made her want to bring Ludwig down with her…which she did, a few moments later.

He whispered something in her ear -- something in German, which she couldn't really understand. But she heard the tone of his voice, which was frayed and needy, and she had a feeling she knew what he was trying to say. So she readied herself, opened her eyes so she could watch him release, and wasn't disappointed when he did.

His face screwed up in the most brilliant of ways and she quickly followed him, jerking her hips into his as fast as she could as waves of pleasure captured her. She buried her face into his shoulder and gasped, again and again as the overwhelming satiation of the bold heat enveloped her body, and left her wanting more.

But there was no more, and Sophia was left laying in the tub, water around her and nearly all the bubbles washed away, save a few that were lapping at their still entwined bodies. Ludwig gave her a soft smile that seemed almost hesitant, as though he was waiting for her to throw him away like a plaything that had outgrown it's use. But there was something more to Ludwig -- there had always been something more to him that set him apart from every other man -- and Sophia saw him as something much greater than a toy.

She gingerly sat up, nudging him a bit so that she could, and returned his smile in an even softer way. Leaning in, she kissed her neck, then his jaw, and moved her mouth over his to steal another kiss from his lips. Her heart nearly exploded when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. Somehow, this affection felt even stronger than when they'd been united. She breathed out in relief at the discovery and kissed him harder.

"…Are you tired?" she wondered quietly against his mouth.

His eyes opened and he sighed, "Not really."

His response made her smile. She giggled lightly and nuzzled his cheek with her nose, hands shifting over his strong chest as she melted against it. "I'm not either," she told him with a sultry smirk, and she stood up to get out of the tub.

Ludwig quickly followed her, hands wrapping around her waist as he came up from behind. She turned to look at him and saw the matching lust showered over his expression. Resolutely, she kissed him and then led him out of the bathroom. The door swung shut with an air of finality.


Saturday, May 19, 2012

A Gale Hawthorne Lemon -- For The Mountains

Character: Gale Hawthorne

Fandom: The Hunger Games

OC: Zinnia Griddings, Post HG, Lives in District 2

Inspiration: Tree Houses

To Zinnia, the world was at it's finest during the sunlit hours of afternoon, when the breeze captured the tall grasses and the endless sky was filled with rolling white clouds.  The afternoon meant that she could escape her own life and recreate herself when no one was watching.  Among the fantastic landscape outside of District 2, Zinnia could laugh and be a happier person than she was when she was anywhere else.

Often, when Zinnia was overcome with an emotion -- in this case, extreme peace -- she didn't notice anything around her.  Like the gray Seam eyes gazing at Zinnia from a few yards away, or the soft smile that lit up the man's face -- a smile that only ever came from watching her.  He stepped closer, hands stuffed into his pockets, and meet his eyes with Zinnia's.

Her reaction was immediate.  She threw her head back and cried out, "Gale!" before rushing to him and tossing her arms about his neck.  He caught her around the waist, chuckling a rare chuckle and spinning her around a few times.  His heart was flying with the same happiness as Zinnia's.

There was something remedial about the landscape here.  It wasn't all woodland like it was outside District 12, but was rather a broad expanse of mountains, which rose up like towers and nearly touched the clouds.  Grassy fields surrounded them, filled with small forests and high hills.  It was a wild place, or so it seemed to Zinnia, who spent much of her time exploring the ignored countryside.

To Gale, the outside world of District 2 didn't hold the same meaning to him as District 12 had.  This place wasn't a safe haven from the outrageous happenings before the rebellion.  It wasn't his hunting grounds, where he and Katniss had spent many days enveloped by the peace that the cool forest brought.  But there was something refreshing about the mountains that loomed up before him, and it made him realize how he had turned over a new leaf in his life.

He looked over at her, watching as she stared up at the sky.  They'd often lay in the grass, or at least she would, and Gale would simply do it because he wanted to be close to her. 

He reached out to move a stray hair that the wind had captured, and wondered tenderly, "What are you thinking?"

She smiled and shrugged, closing her eyes a bit.  Gale heaved his weight onto one elbow and listened closely as she said, "Nothing…everything.  Maybe of how it's so beautiful out here.  Maybe of how I'm so happy.  Maybe of you."  And she opened her eyes slightly to look at him, mirth dancing behind the intense emotion that was building there.

Gale knew he was smiling, but he couldn't really feel it spreading over his face.  He couldn't feel the light breeze washing over his skin, or hear the hollow sound of woodpeckers illuminating the scattered trees.  What he could see was her, laying just beneath him and looking up at him with those eyes, which seemed to showcase every sultry emotion in the most innocent of ways.

So he leaned down to kiss her, because the moment called for it and because he desperately wanted to, and had ever since he'd seen her in the fields, below the tree house that had seen so many of said moments.

Her lips were cool below his, but she seemed to want to fix that.  Her arms shifted up his chest, over his shoulders, and locked themselves around his neck as she demolished the space between them.  This legs moved together, intertwining as their mouths softly worked together.  There was a strange, otherworldly sort of quality to the kiss, as though they had all the time in the world and yet none of it.

The kiss came to an end as Gale moved his head away from hers, just slightly.  She stared up at him, saying nothing aloud but everything in silence.  He smirked because he could hear that silence pounding against his skull, and it was screaming out to him that she wanted him desperately.

He kissed her again, lips lingering on her mouth for a few seconds before plunging down to taste the tender skin of her neck.  He shifted over her, biting and nibbling and sucking over her collar and chest.  And she clutched at him, slipping her eyes closed and just enjoying the attention.

The little affection didn't last long, because Gale never was one to linger.  His large hands moved up to touch her, squeezing her breasts through her clothes and running down to shift over her stomach.  He turned his mouth back to hers and caught her in another swift kiss that gradually deepened.  A soft noise escaped Zinnia's throat at the obvious adoration behind the kiss.  She threw a leg over his waist and tilted her hips upward to connect with his. 

Gale sighed slightly, though in relaxation or gratification she could not tell.  His free hand reached down to slip around her hip and he dragged her lower half back up to his.  As he silently showed her exactly what she was doing to him, their kiss became slow, as though the passion had finally caught up with them and time was pausing.

Shakily, Zinnia pulled back.  Her head fell onto the grass and she stared up at her lover as he hovered above her.  He didn't move, but rather allowed her to reach out and brush away a strand of hair from his eyes.  The tenderness in her movements surprised him.

And then she was propping herself up and tilting her lips to his ear, whispering a secret into it which didn't really shock Gale, because he already knew about it.  "I'm in love with you." 

He grinned, because even though it didn't surprise him, it still made butterflies explode in his stomach.  His heart fluttered against his chest and he chuckled.  His answer, when it came, was another kiss and a sudden, lighthearted grab to her waist.  They tumbled over, so that Zinnia was perched atop Gale, and shared a loving smile.

It was times like these that made Gale feel alive.  He wasn't a shadow anymore, living for work and nothing else.  He had a purpose, and that was to make this woman smile. 

Zinnia leaned down.  Her palms rested at his chest and her legs were comfortably swung over his hips.  When her mouth lightly touched his through her dazzling grin, her hair created a soft wall between them and the rest of the world.

She moved atop him, delicately swishing her hips against his as she claimed his mouth.  She could feel him through the fabric of his jeans and it was such a refreshing moment that she wanted it to linger on and on.  But she knew that to drag this passion out wouldn't be entirely beneficial, for either of them, and so she began the daunting process of removing as many clothes as she could.

There was something unofficially perfect about watching a lover do something so intimate.  Gale propped his weight up on his elbows and studied Zinnia as she kissed down the bare skin of his chest.  Her fingers were now dealing with her own shirt, jerking it above her head slowly and yet impatiently, and Gale couldn't stop smiling at the sight of said impatience. 

Her fingers twisted around his hipbone, danced to the hem of his jeans, and gingerly ducked under the fabric.  His eyes took on a hungry look as he watched her unbutton them.  The hunger grew with every movement she made.

And that's when Gale snapped.  He always had superb control, except Zinnia proved to be a contradiction to that control.  He could never stop himself around her.  She was intoxicating, like water to a thirsty man, or the first ray of sunshine on an overcast day.

He was on top of her in a second, jeans only halfway down his legs.  She seemed slightly shocked at the sudden move, but the fact that she also seemed to have almost guessed at it made him smirk.  He leaned in to her, brushed his lips over hers, and whispered, "Let me have you."

And she did.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss as he rid her of her remaining clothes.  She threw her legs around his waist and went absolutely crazy when she felt his length slid into her.  He possessed her with every swift thrust; took her with every tauntingly sweet kiss; wanted more of her before he was even finished; and had every single bit of her before he had even begun.

Together, they lost sight of the world around them and fell into themselves.


Monday, May 14, 2012

A Roy Mustang Baby Daddy -- Sinfully His

Character: Roy Mustang

Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist

OC: Mayonaka Kyotou, tough, silver hair

Inspiration: Roy's secretary ^o^

// Prologue //

There comes a time in every woman's life when you start to notice things that are less than innocent.  Of course, the looks Roy had been sending Mayonaka throughout the day wouldn't have taken much to notice anyway -- especially with her demanding crush on the man. 

She'd been strictly sitting at her desk all day because she hadn't wanted to see Roy.  It wasn't because she didn't want to, but rather because she was terribly afraid that she'd do something stupid in front of him.  (It wouldn't be the first time.)

That was why, about three hours before the end of her shift, when Mayonaka received a hastily scrawled note from said boss, she couldn’t help but shiver with grim apprehension.  When she opened it up, the apprehension only increased.

'Meet me in my office just before you leave.' 

And that was that.  But the writing was so familiar to her that it was obvious who it was from.  It was also obvious that she probably wouldn't make it out of here in one piece.

// How It Happened //

It was fifteen minutes before Mayonaka's shift ended, but most people were already gone or in the process of packing up for the day.  She had everything ready to go as well.  Her leather bag hung over her shoulder and her jacket, which was made from a thin summery fabric, was waiting for her on the back of her chair. 

In a way, all Mayonaka wished to do was to leave.  She wanted to surrender to the comfort of her apartment, and the warm bath that came with it.  But then again, there were other equally warm things that awaited her here, too.  And as she stepped out from behind her desk and looked toward the door that housed such fascinating things, she couldn’t deny that her heart was betraying her poignant mentality.

She never thought she was this nervous in her life.  (At least, nervous because of this particular reason.)  Sure, she'd had her fair share of embarrassing moments, but they almost never had to do with an attractive man who seemed to enjoy giving her the 'eyes' from across rooms.  By the time she reached his door, she thought her heart would pound it's way right out of her chest.

Mayonaka was administered into the room by a brief 'Enter', which seemed to have been issued from a tired mouth because, upon opening the door, she was met with similarly exhausted eyes.  As soon as Roy looked up at her, however, all of his exhaustion seemed to clear away.  A mischievous smirk

spoke volumes upon his face.

"You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?" she asked, trying to keep the nervous edge out of her voice.  She fiddled sparingly with the corner of her shirt. 

Whether or not he noticed her uneasiness, Roy didn't say.  He merely nodded sagely and motioned for her to come closer.  She did so, sidling up to his desk and wondering if the looks she'd been rewarded with all day would become another prize entirely.  She rather hoped they would.

He gazed at her, chin perched upon interlocked fingers.  There was something infinitely pleasant about his expression.  It was almost as though he was calling out to her, beckoning her forward.

She felt suddenly very small standing before him like this.  Her pencil skirt felt too tight around her waist, and she wondered if her hair was messed up as she feared it was.  She didn’t often struggle with self-consciousness, but Roy seemed to bring it out of her whenever he was around.

"Do you know why I asked you here, Mayonaka?" he asked, and she shivered at the seemingly lustful way her name sounded on his tongue. 

She thought she had a good idea, especially by the way he was looking at her now, with the same eyes he'd been sending her all day.  She looked at him through long lashes -- in some wanton attempt to be seductive -- and murmured, "I think so, Lieutenant."  Because if she was wrong, she'd surely die out of anticipation and regret.

He smirked wider, lips curving up into a tempest smile that shook her to her core and made an achingly sweet desire spread through her body.  Leaning forward, Roy reached out, long fingers touching the buttons of her shirt from where he sat at his desk.  He tore his gaze from hers and instead studied the way her clothes remained clasped together.  If might have been wrong, but Mayonaka swore she saw an ounce of annoyance flash through his gaze, probably because buttons were such an intense hassle.

She subconsciously shifted closer to him, wishing her would just rip the stupid buttons away and ravish her already.  She couldn't think of a time when she'd wanted something so passionately, and it was showing in the way she was standing, and looking at him, and pleading with her eyes.

Roy definitely noticed these things and more.  His fingers brushed up her, gingerly brushing over each button until he reached her bust.  His eyes slowly moved back up to hers and he was slightly surprised to see a coy expression alighting her face.  This was his kind of girl, he thought, and smirked.

Behind them, the clock hands shifted to eleven.  Everyone would be gone by now, and the few that remained wouldn't bother them.  There was no harm in having a little fun after a long day of work, after all.  And Roy really, really wanted to see all the other expressions that might play upon her lovely face.

So his fingers slid the first button away, and then the second, and the third, until her entire shirt was thankfully gone, shifting down creamy arms and spilling onto the floor.

Her breasts looked heavenly in her lacy bra, but Roy was too far away to completely admire them.  He slowly stood up, drawing her in with dark, intense eyes, and walked around the desk to where she stood.

His hand curled around her waist, fingering the edge of her skirt as his other hand spread over her back.  A twisted pounding rattled through him, stealing away every last bit of self control he had before she'd walked into his office.  He wanted to hold her, bend her other his desk, show her a pleasure she'd never known before him.  Hovering over her, Roy slowly bent down to take her mouth with his.

The sudden ferocity of the kiss astounded her, but she remained painfully thankful as his lips burned over hers.  He tasted like nothing she'd ever tasted and, when her hands palmed his chest, felt like nothing she'd ever felt.  His tongue brushed over hers, engaging her in a battle that was a fierce as the desire pounding through them.  His hands suddenly slid down the back of her thighs and he lifted her up, sitting her on his desk.  Not a moment passed before he was wrestling her bra away and his hands were cupping her bare breasts.

Her head tilted back as the amazing feel of his nearness.  Their kiss was broken, but the passion only increased as Roy began kissing down her chest and fingers her breasts.  When his tongue swiped over her sensitive nipple, she thought she might scream.

His free hand spread down her body, touching her here and there but only stopping when he was cupping her folds through the thin net of her stockings.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and sighed, closing her eyes as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Her fingers tunneled through his hair, pulling his further to her breasts as he sucked on her.  The swirling motion of his fingers on her clit made her delirious with want, which she expressed a moment later as his name came whispering from her mouth along with a plea that made him want to take her right then and there.

So he did.  He stepped back and did away with the coarse fabric of his shirt, and the leather belt he wore, and the dress pants that remained latched around his waist like a vice.  Then he did the same to her, until their clothes formed a sinful pile at the base of the desk. 

She had that coy expression on her face again, and Roy had to swallow hard to dispel his raging desire from showing on his face.  He didn't think he did a very good job, because she only smirked more vividly and jumped off the desk.  When she turned around to lean over the smooth surface, spreading her legs for him to nestle between, Roy thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

His only hope was that his colleagues were indeed gone, because the noise of their moaning could probably be heard floors away.

// How You Told Him //

For weeks afterwards, all Mayonaka could really see were the intense eyes that Roy continued to send her from across rooms.  She had a feeling everyone knew of their secret relationship, because whenever she'd look away from Roy with a blush adorning her face, the office would implode with quiet whispers and subtle giggles. 

But this was more serious than she'd originally thought.  What had started as a late night rendezvous had morphed into a more frequent occurrence, and sometime or another in the midst of their stumbling around, they must have forgotten to use protection.

So when everyone left for the night, and Mayonaka's shift was nearly over, she slipped quietly into Roy's office with the intention of telling him about the result of their casual fling.  Her serious expression halted any attempt at fornication from Roy, who was now watching her with curious eyes as she fiddled with the edge of her shirt.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hoping it wasn't going to be a termination of their relationship.  He knew they weren't really a couple like she wanted them to be, but his job wouldn't allow much leeway in that department and she knew that quite well.  He studied the nervousness upon her face and stood up to go to her.  "Mayonaka?"

She laughed suddenly: a desperate sound.  "Oh.  Well, Roy -- " she stopped, shooting him a glance before darting away and sighing.  "I'm pregnant," she sighed again, and closed her eyes as though waiting for his rejection.

It never came.  In the wake of Roy's surprise came a silent sort of acceptance which showed itself on his face.  He merely stepped toward her, gathered her up in his arms, and allowed his acceptance to spread through them both.

// Epilogue //

There were some things in life that couldn't be sought after.  Sometimes, you just had to sit back and allow it to come to you naturally.  Sadly though, Roy Mustang wasn't exactly a patient man, and being around him for so long also skewed with Mayonaka's normally unfaltering patience.  But it was the price she had to pay, and she wouldn't go back for anything.

Life with Roy was definitely not the lazy lifestyle she'd had before.  She didn't have her mornings free, or her afternoons or evenings for that matter, because she had three children to look after and a husband to worry after.  But she loved her life.  She couldn't think of being without her kids or Roy.

A deep sigh left her lips.  She was laying in bed, it was 6:30 in the morning, and Mayonaka didn't want to get up.  Roy's arms were wound about her waist and even though it was hot outside -- summers were always unbearable here -- she didn't want to leave his warm embrace for anything.

But there was a child crying from across the hall.  Their youngest boy, Ryou, was probably hungry.  And Roy was so exhausted these days…she should let him sleep. 

It took her a minute to steel herself, and then she slowly heaved herself up and threw her legs over the bed.  Roy's arm slid away from her and he almost looked like he would wake up, but then he rolled over and let out a sleepy sigh before falling back into his dreams.

Mayonaka gazed at him lovingly for a moment before shaking her head and throwing on her bathrobe.  She tied it around her waist as she moved to the bedroom door, and then slipped out into the hallway. 

The Nursery was across from her other two children's room, which they shared, so Mayonaka hurried to the little baby before he could wake up Yume and Kurai, her oldest son and daughter.  When she finally lifted Ryou from his crib and began to shush him and bounce him gently on her shoulder, the baby began to soften up a bit and just stuck to whimpering against his mother's clothes.

Mayonaka chuckled, "Silly darling.  Are you hungry?"  She sat down to nurse him, and while he fed she gazed out the window at the raising sun, which was already fairly high in the sky because of the long summer days.

She sat there for about ten minutes before Ryou began to slow down.  His eyes were softly closing and he looked as though sleep would surely come to him.  With a silent 'thank you', Mayonaka lifted him back into his crib and kissed his tiny head, whispering gentle words to him as she watched him fall back asleep.

When she crawled back into bed, she discovered that Roy was awake, and she happily snuggled up into his arms as he brought her to his chest.  With a kiss to her hair, he wondered, "Ryou giving you trouble again?"  And chuckled because the little babe was quite the mischievous dare devil.

"You know how he is," she responded sleepily, closing her eyes and sighing peacefully.  Roy hummed in agreement and drew gentle circles on her back as he watched her fall asleep.  "Goodnight," he told her.

She laughed a tiny bit and told him in return, "Good morning."  And then she was gone, wrapped up in everything that made her happy.


An Adult!Reborn Baby Daddy -- Crash and Counter

Character: Adult!Reborn

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

OC: Isabel Ferrer, loves music and is awkward

Inspiration: Uh grand pianos xD

// Prologue //

She was beginning to think this whole thing wouldn't work.  Oh, she'd tried to tell Reborn that she was in love with him, but the whole business was difficult because of how indifferent he was to everything.

She'd tried the letter last week, but Yamamoto had naively thrown it away thinking it was garbage.  Then she'd attempted to bake him a cake to show her appreciation, but unfortunately, the others got to it before he did.  A few days ago, Isabel had even ventured to composing a small piece for him on her grand piano, but though it had started out well enough her inspiration had soon caved and she was left with nothing.

She felt herself sigh heavily as she sat in her piano room.  She was hovering over the black and white keys, staring languidly at them as those wishing they'd just spring to life and compose themselves so she wouldn't have to.  She wasn't a very good composer to begin with, but Isabel was sure that this particular piece could show Reborn all of her hidden love for him.  It was riddled with emotion that couldn't easily be ignored.

She sighed again and turned her attention to the trickle of moonlight that wavered past the flimsy curtains of the windows.  The light absolutely illuminated the white piano keys and made them shine with beauty.  She brushed her fingers over them and smiled wistfully.  Sometimes, she wished she could be as beautiful as them, and could obtain mere moments where she shone like the moon.

// How It Happened //

Her fingers lightly padded down on the notes, tumbling upward into a strange, eerie melody and dancing into the black keys that held the brunt of that eeriness.  She wished she could figure out how to end the song, but every time she set her left hand on the keyboard to finish the lower bars, her thoughts would mingle together and the notes she came up with would crash and counter.

So she eventually just ended up sitting there, staring wistfully at the traces of what might have been a beautiful song…until she heard the door open and the sound of muffled footsteps on the marble floor.

Her head snapped around, staring at the man who was bathed in shadow.  But the signature curl on the sides of his head gave away his identity, and it caused Isabel to convulse in a familiar feeling of longing.

"R-Reborn?!" she hesitantly caught his eye, trying to figure out what he was doing in her music room, at such a late hour of the night.  It had to be well past midnight by now.  But he remained silent as he stepped up to the piano.  Only the waning smile on his face gave way to any form of emotion.

They watched each other for what seemed like forever before Reborn spoke, voice husky as the darkness that surrounded them and lilting over her like the octaves of her song.  "It's a lovely piece.  Did you write it?"

She nodded, because she couldn't build up the strength to say anything, and watched as he came closer, leaning against the piano with a look of lazy determination. 

"I…." she swallowed thickly, turning her eyes away as she confessed the real reason for her composition.  "I wrote it for you."

But he surprised her by responded with an accepting, "I know."  And caught her gaze with a half amused one of his own.  A blush spread over her face at the thought of him having known about her feelings, and she ducked her head back down in embarrassment.

He chuckled and reached out to tilt her chin up with a slender finger.  His face edged closer to her, until the whisper of his breath wavered over her skin and made her heart erratically pound within her chest.  Softly, he smiled and murmured, "I've known about your affections for me for weeks now."  Another chuckled drifted over her.

She was just starting to wonder at his teasing when the first kiss came, and she realized that he felt just the same for her as she did for him.  She felt her willpower explode as his silky lips moved with hers.  Her head tilted back to accommodate the intensity of their kiss and he smirked, drawing away slightly to give her another amused look.

"I think it's safe to say that I return those feelings," he told her, but she didn't need anymore confirmation, and so she stood up and allowed him to do what he liked with her.  In the midst of another round of heavy kissing, they ended up curled around each other atop the piano.  The cool surface created a surreal backdrop to their passion.

There was something almost sanctifying about the way the moonlight drifted over Reborn's skin.  He looked like the object of a dream as he hovered over her, hair tumbling slightly into his face and framing his eyes.  She reached up to catch him, but he wasn't one to be contained and she ended up scrabbling uselessly at his chest and gasping when he decided to take things into his own hands.

His lips grazed over her collar and his tongue caught the skin there.  Her reacting moan made him shiver with lust.  His hands gripped her smal waist and brought her lower body against his.  The feel of his hard length nearly made her lose herself entirely, but by some mystical quality of their interlocked gazes, her control stayed.

"Please…please…" she arched her back and pushed her breasts against him in a desperate and silent plea for his full attention.  When her eyes slid open slightly, he was staring at her with an expression that was strangely empowering and yet utterly indecipherable.  The ache between her legs blazoned with the desire to feel him nestled within her.

Another plea began to bubble from her lips, but it was ground into dust a moment later when Reborn's mouth descended upon hers.  He stole away the words she had been trying to murmur.

His calloused hands ran over her naked body, grasping her thighs and lifting them over his shoulders.  His dick slid against her clit and she gasped heavily as she felt him inch into her.  He kissed her neck as he took her, slowly pumping himself into her and taking every last breath she had left.

Her arms dwindled over her head, fingers grasping onto the cool edges of the piano in which they were perched.  With every swift thrust of his hips, she felt as though she were flying higher and higher.  Their eyes locked and he gave her a soft kiss, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.  It was, a few moments later, when he brought her skidding to a stop.  And then she wasn't flying anymore, but rather curling around him as he came, stuck in the present and feeling even more breathless than when she'd been flying over the world.

// How You Told Him //

She couldn't help it, really.  She was so nervous about telling Reborn of the result of their actions that she was shaking.

Isabel sat at the kitchen table, fingers curled delicately around a mug of hot chocolate as she waited for her lover to come home.  The apartment was empty and silent, and the ticking of the clock seemed almost intensified.  It put her on guard and made her even more nervous than before.

But when he did return home a while later, she found that she had no reason to fear.  She didn't know why she'd even been nervous at all.  As soon as the fateful words had left her mouth, Reborn had merely chuckled and given her his amused smirk.

"I know," he told her, chuckling once more as he gathered her up in his arms.  She glowered her at him, slightly put off that he always knew and she never did.  But the annoyance disappeared as soon as Reborn's lips touched hers, and all was forgotten except the joy that came with his amusing approval.

// Epilogue //

Natural light peered into the music room, sashaying over the intricate details of the burnt wood floor and the fireplace, which loomed up on the far left.  It was evening, around 7:00, but it was still light outside because it was the start of summer, and the days were getting longer. 

Isabel's finger dwindled upon the ivory keys of her piano.  She was playing, pushing down the delicate notes and creating a beautiful melody that made her want to cry and laugh at the same time.  When her pinky flourished into the high keys, the music shook her to her soul, and she hurried to write down the compilation of notes before she lost them to her shifting inspiration.

She had just finished charting her piece when two pale hands curled around her stomach, and she jumped a little in her surprise.  A chuckle drifted past her ear, enveloping her in warmth and giving away the stranger's identity at the same time.

"Breathtaking…" her husband murmured, and planted a sweet kiss at her neck.

She hummed, softly smiling, and whispered, "Do you like the piece?" 

He kissed her neck again, steadily getting higher as he chuckled again.  His voice was huskily amused when he answered, "Of course, but I was talking about you, not the music."  And he tilted her chin to the side so that he could kiss the side of her mouth.

She smiled wider, eyes sliding to a close as she reveled in the comfort that his presence brought.  His hands slipped back down to her stomach, where a baby bump was getting more obvious every day.  With Reborn's fingers rubbing reassuring circles against her belly, Isabel could hardly remember where she was or what she'd been doing before he made himself known.

"It's getting late," he told her, drawing away just slightly to gaze at her.  The connection between them rippled at the loss of warmth.

"It is," she sighed, turning back to the piano so she could close her notes.  As she rose, she noticed the almost heady look her husband was giving her.  She raised an eyebrow and wondered, "What is it?"

He smirked and shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her hair.  "Well, it's not that late.  I mean, we have hours before it's time for bed."  The suggestion of his words were plain and seductive, and she responded eagerly to it.  She threw her arms about his neck and flew into his embrace with a desire that left him bereft of any control he had left.