Tuesday, January 27, 2015

A Lavi Lemon -- Shots Shattering Silence

Character: Lavi

Fandom: D. Gray-Man

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Yup, we're all snowed in over here in New England.  15" and counting.  Prolly gonna kill my back shoveling it all out.  If I die now you all know what happened!

You rarely, if ever, go out on missions with Lavi.  That's why you're so surprised when he randomly shows up at the hotel you're staying in, somewhere in central Italy.  You're so surprised that you do nothing but stare at him in confused silence until he chuckles, grins, and throws an arm haphazardly around your shoulders.
"Komui sent me.  Said you were having some trouble," is all he says, and then shrugs as if it's no big deal.  And it isn't.  It's just that you're a little overwhelmed by his presence, by the relief you feel, by the knowledge that you aren't alone anymore. 
You slump against him and mutter, "Thank God you're here.  I haven't found any leads at all in the past week."  There is definitely Innocence in this town.  You just don't know how to speak Italian, and while this isn't a serious setback, you can't seem to figure out a plan of action at all.  It's like you've fallen into a rut of some kind.
Lavi's eyes crinkle into a smile.  He gives you a little squeeze that would normally set your heart racing, only you're too exhausted to let yourself react to him.  After a moment, Lavi frowns a little and gives you a look over.  "You look a little sick."  He grasps both your shoulders and studies the shadows beneath your eyes.  Then he sets his jaw and says, "Come on.  I'm putting you to bed."  And he starts to drag you to the only bed in the room.
You struggle stubbornly.  "No!  Now that you're here, we have to work even harder.  I can't go to sleep in the middle of the day -- "  But Lavi only bends over, sweeps you up into his arms, and proceeds to dump you onto the mattress.  You squeal in surprise and immediately sit up, only to be pushed back down again.
"Just rest for a little bit," he tells you.  His voice is creased with an emotion you can't place.  It sounds like worry, but there is something darker brewing between his words.  It makes you pause and stare at him for the second time that day.  After a moment, his expression falls back into his normal, happy go lucky smile.  But his eyes are still dark and green and serious, and you find yourself laying back down because you don't want him to worry about you.  But you know that the fact that he is worrying about you will make it hard to rest.
You sigh.  You're about to close your eyes and at least pretend like you're sleeping when Lavi's hands are suddenly moving over the blanket you're laying on.  Your eyes clash with his and he smirks at the surprise that coats your expression.  "Relax.  I'm trying to make you comfortable," he tells you, as if tucking you into a bed big enough for two is the most natural thing in the entire world.  You envy the composed way he acts around you.  You wish you could be just as composed, but to be honest, every time you're around him you're just a bundle of nervous energy.
"We'll head out in the evening and go to dinner or something, maybe ask if anyone's seen anything strange lately," Lavi says conversationally.  His words are thoughtless, almost.  But there is the slightest hesitance in the way he utters them, like he's thinking things through very thoroughly before speaking anything aloud.  You've grown used to the way he talks, to the seemingly transparent way his words link together, only for them to be motley and hard to decipher.  So you tell yourself not to think much about going to dinner together, because he probably just means it as a way of getting information.  But how your heart thrills at the thought. 
You snuggle into the pillow and close your eyes, blocking off the sight of him.  The relief that this brings is shallow, though, because you can still feel him in the room and you know he's watching you.  Brushing this off is much more difficult. 
"Mmm," you agree anyway, because there's nothing else you can do.  Your voice is layered with the thinnest amount of exhaustion, and suddenly everything feels very comfortable.  The bed, the blanket, the pillow, the warmth.  "…But you'll have to do the talking."  You think you hear him chuckle at your words, but it is so soft and quiet that you're not sure. 
"Go to sleep, [Name].  I'll wake you up in a few hours," he tells you, but by now his voice is softer and it feels like you're drifting away from the entire world.  And you must be more exhausted than you'd thought, because moments pass by and you fall into the most relieved, comfortable sleep you've had in a long time.  Lavi's presence beside you turns into a serene reminder that you are safe, and as he watches you breathe in and out, his eyes turn warm with the early afternoon sun.

You sleep for four hours.  It's much longer than you'd expected to be out for, but then you aren't all that surprised.  You haven't gotten a full night's sleep for the past week, after all.  When Lavi shakes you awake, you arise feeling groggy, and you stumble into the shower in hopes that the warm water will wake you up. 
It is five o'clock and Lavi has already changed into a pair of tailored trousers and a crisp white dress shirt.  By the time you emerge from the shower and towel yourself dry, Lavi's waiting on the balcony in an attempt to give you some space.  It's nerve-racking, actually, having him so close.  You peer out into the room, clutching your towel tightly, and let your gaze linger on the large, imposing bed.  This morning, you'd woken alone.  Now, a second suitcase keeps yours company, the clothes Lavi traveled in are draped over the back of a chair, and the bed looks lived in.  Like you've spent the afternoon as lovers exploring the terrain of physical touch.
You're face is on fire every second you spend digging hurriedly through your suitcase.  You glance up at the balcony every other moment, as if to make sure that Lavi's back is turned.  He's most likely heard the shower shut off and knows you're in the room, but that only makes you that much more tense.  It takes you longer than it should to finally find the nice dress you packed, and you hurry back to the bathroom before Lavi decides to amble back inside.  You've never entirely trusted him when it comes to stuff like relationships and hormones and all those complicated things.
After about five minutes struggling to get your dress on and pull up a pair of sheer stockings without ripping them in your haste, Lavi knocks on the door.  "Are you ready yet?  We should go soon, before the tables start filling up," he says nonchalantly.  It almost sounds as if he's more eager to have dinner than he is to search for Akuma, but you think it's probably just because he's hungry.  You sigh and open the door, walking back to your suitcase to look for your hairbrush.  In your hurry, you don't see the way Lavi's eyes swoop appreciatively over your figure and linger a few seconds too long on your rear. 
He clears his throat and scratches his head, grinning his typical grin, "You look nice."  You glance at him and tell yourself to calm down, he's just trying to avoid silences, he's just trying to be polite.  But still you smile because it's nice, being complimented by him when he's grinning like that.  It makes his eyes turn into dazzling green emeralds that light fires in your heart.  And maybe it's because you're feeling more awake than you've felt all week, but you let your smile turn into a smirk and your eyes give him a look over as well.  He seems to straighten up when he notices, but his grin only becomes wider.
"You do, too," you tell him.  Your smirk all but turns your eyes into mischievous, impish crystals, but you hold your own.  Inside, you're another matter entirely, all shaky and nervous and God-what-was-I-thinking-checking-him-out-like-that?  But on the outside you try to hold those feelings back, because Lavi seems to like his women bold and flirty.  And God, you'd like to be like that too, if only to make him notice you. 
He chuckles and stuffs one hand into his pocket.  Then he gestures to the door and says lightly, "Let's get going."  And you step forward, let him take your hand and lead you to the door, try not to let him know how excited you are to be holding his hand and to walk so close to him.  If he does notice, he doesn't say anything.  But his grip does tighten on yours, and it makes you feel warm.
The restaurant he brings you to is already bustling even though it's a little early still.  You have to wait a few minutes for a table, but it doesn't take long and before you know it, you're sliding into the booth and Lavi is sitting across from you.  He gives you a half smile and opens his menu.  His red hair falls into his eyes.  You push back the desire to brush it away.
"I walked by this place on my way to the hotel," he says after a moment of comfortable silence.  His eyes are skimming through the options with the skilled grace of a native Italian, and he doesn’t seem to notice the way you stumble over the words and the phrases.  "Should we get some wine?" he asks suddenly, and you look up at him in surprise.  Wine is something couples order.  But Lavi looks so comfortable, smiling over at you in that seemingly innocent way, and you aren't sure what to think.  After a moment you give in and just nod.
"Vorrei una bottiglia di Prosecco, per favore," [1] Lavi says to a nearby waiter.  You turn back to your menu and try not to feel intimidated by the ease of Lavi's Italian.  You're maybe a little embarrassed at your own abysmal language capabilities.  But Lavi doesn't seem to judge.  He even leans forward and asks, "Should I order for you?"  The relief you feel is tangible.  You smile up at him and say, "That'd be great.  All these spaghetti dishes confuse me."  Your admittance makes him smile warmly.
"They have a lot of choices," he says in response, and his smile has your heart fluttering delightfully.  When the waiter returns with the bottle of wine, you sit back and watch the man pour a champagne looking drink into Lavi's glass.  He takes a small sip and nods to the waiter, who then goes to fill your glass as well.  Then the man asks, "Siete pronti per ordinare?" [2]  Lavi responds with a quick, practiced, "Sì. Ci sarà un piatto di Agnolotti e Pappardelle. Grazie." [3]  The waiter gives a little nod, sets the wine on the table, and leaves. 
Lavi then turns to you, curls his fingers around the stem of his champagne flute, and leans in.  "Should we toast?" he asks with a flirty smirk.  You try your very best not to blush, and laugh softly, "What for?  We're on a mission."  He raises his eyebrows at his and pouts, "Exactly!  Since we're on a mission, we should toast to success, right?"  You should really know better not to argue with him, because you really can't deny him anything.  So you laugh again and give in, "Alright then.  To the success of our mission." 
But Lavi changes it around at the last moment.  He grins that suave grin and leans in further, like a lover.  Then he murmurs back, "To success."  The way he cuts off the reminder of the mission, and the way he's looking at you like he's trying to tell you something, it all makes you feel fluttery and lightheaded.  His green eyes twinkle like a predator's.  When your glasses gently chime together, though, the spell shatters and you try to hide your hesitance behind a long sip.  He watches all the while, and that sharp look never leaves his eyes.
The dinner passes by in a comfortable but intense fashion that has you forever sitting on the edge of your seat.  Lavi, surprisingly, is acting very gentlemanly.  But you still can't ignore the sliver of mischief that exudes from him.  It makes you even more tense.
Soon, Lavi pays the bill (after a tiny bit of bantered insisting), and stands up.  He chuckles when you stumble little and says, "Let's go walk off this wine, hmm?"  Then he slips his arm around your waist and you're surprised, but so warm from the wine and him that you don't argue.  You just let him lead you outside and take full advantage of the way he lets you lean on him.
The night is slightly chilly, as it is the final cusp of spring, and you revel in the warmth of his arm and his breath, which you can feel against your hair.  The little Italian town is light up at night, and there are numerous couples lingering in the streets and along the docks below.  But Lavi doesn't go to them to ask his questions.  You wonder if you should remind him of the mission, of the reason he is here with you, but you don't get the chance because suddenly Lavi is stopping and the thought crashes away. 
He turns to you and suddenly you realize how close he actually is, and how close you're snuggled up to him.  With a start you attempt to retreat, to put some distance between the both of you.  But he merely follows you back, back, back, until you're pressed up against a cold metal railing and him, his arms on either side of you, his eyes shine a gravelly green.  You swallow and bite your bottom lip.  Your heart is thudding so fast that you can hardly breathe.  Lavi smiles and murmurs, "Did you have a fun night?" 
For a moment, you are baffled.  How can he initiate such a normal conversation when he's only inches away from you?  But then this is how he flirts, you realize, and decide that two can play at his little game.  Your eyes narrow and you tilt your head to the side, away from him.  It helps when you aren't looking directly in those eyes of his.  "I guess," you say callously, with a little shrug.  The nonchalant way you answer makes him giddy with excitement, and he grins.
"You guess," he repeats slowly, with a sort of drawl that makes you shiver.  His fingers slide very gently up your arm, then back down to your elbow, where his thumb brushes against the inside crease.  You swallow back a thick wave of desire and try to ignore the reactions of your body, but it's not exactly easy.  After a moment, you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind in an attempt at erasing the confusing desire that is bolted against your skin.  "Aren't we going to ask anyone about the Innocence?"  And then you curse yourself for always reverting back to business, back to what is familiar and not so frightening.
Lavi hums.  He raises his hand to curl a strand of your hair behind your ear.  Then he lets out a sigh that burns against your cheek and makes you blush.  Because he really is so close, closer than ever before, and it makes you want to lean in and get rid of all the space still lingering between you.  Apparently, he's thinking the same thing.  "Mmm…we should," he agrees, and your heart sinks just a little bit.  But then it bolsters right back up when he murmurs, "But I don't really want to.  Do you?" 
Of course you should say yes, the mission always comes first.  But the only thing you're interested in doing is kissing him, and when you shake your head 'no', Lavi decides that kissing is definitely a good choice.  He grins and leans in further, watching your eyes flutter, your chin lift, your mouth part.  And just before his lips touch yours he whispers, "That's good."  Good that he's not being rejected.  Good that the night hadn't been a complete failure.  Good that you seem to want to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you.  It's all very good.
His lips are soft and gentle against yours.  It's not really passionate, not like you'd expected it to be.  Your heart doesn't jump brilliantly against your chest.  Your skin doesn't burn like fire.  But it is real, and beautiful, and the way his lips slide against yours makes you fiercely happy.  And the way he drags your bottom lip against his teeth and sucks on it, and the way his hands bring you closer, smoothing up your back and pressing you tight to his chest makes you feel high, like the moon that hangs above the sea and shines down canopies of light.
You like how easy it is to forget about yourself when he's kissing you.  The world itself could have stopped turning and you would not have known, or cared, or pulled away.  How many months had you wanted this?  How long had you been silently dreaming of what this moment would actually feel like?  Of how it would feel to run your fingers through that bright red hair of his.  Of how it might be like, to have his chest firmly pressed to yours, his arms a cradle around your form.
He is a very adept kisser.  But you find that even while this is true, it isn't quite enough.  You clutch him harder and he grunts in appreciation, looping one arm around your body.  His other hand is secured to the railing, anchoring you there.  But the innocent nature of the kiss lasts only minutes before Lavi takes it deeper, headier, making you breathlessly moan against it.  It is that moment that you know, somehow, that tonight is going to be more than just a few kisses. 
You like the thought of that, of going farther.  Because really, when will you get another chance?  Lavi is something of a hot commodity to the Order and you never get to be alone with him like this, in a foreign country on a mission for a week.  It's a chance that you're definitely not interested in giving up, even if it means that it will change you. 
You gasp when he drags you closer, heaving your body against his and clashing his tongue with yours.  But of course it isn't enough.  You're still cold even in this heat.  You want silence and security and your hotel room.  You want to kiss him where there is no one else, where you know you're alone and uninterrupted.  And that's why you pull back and whisper, "Lavi…let's go back."  And he grunts, stares down at you, silently questioning if you're sure, if that's what you really want.  Because the words 'going back' actually have very different meanings that simply heading back to the room.  And even if he doesn't always act like it, Lavi is a gentleman.
You answer his silent question by pulling away even more and stepping toward the hotel.  And Lavi grins, follows, his hand grasping yours and he tugs you forward in much the same manner as he'd done before.  Except this time, the way he pulls you is more exciting because you're more aware of what you're being pulled to.  And you're thoroughly ready to discover it.
The hotel room is dark when you stumble inside.  Lavi reaches blindly for the light switch, but his hand only slides uselessly over the smooth wall.  You can't be bothered with the lengthy process of searching, not when you've finally got him pressed up against you and kissing you in the slow-eager-deep way.  So you just brashly tug him into the room without preamble, preferring the stumbling trip over the idea of pulling apart even for a second.  He doesn't seem to complain, even as he accidently steps on your foot and you hit the back of your knee into the bed post. 
You both chuckle.  They are nervous-embarrassed-oh-well laughs that remain plastered to your mouths, then disappear entirely because Lavi doesn't seem to want to stop kissing you.  Soon, he's pushing your backwards, hands on your hips, lips making you breathless.  And he seems to get his bearings back fairly quickly because the rest of the short trip is flawlessly engineered.
But it's still filled with that nervous, first time energy, and when the bed suddenly lurches up out of the darkness, you accidently fall into a sitting position that breaks the kiss and leaves you both hanging.  Lavi hovers above you, his hands grazing over the tops of your arms, staring at you through the thick blend of darkness that settles over the room.  And you stare up at him, clutching his shirt, trying not to think too hard about the position and the way it brings his lower body almost directly in front of your gaze. 
Suddenly, Lavi's smiling boyishly and looping his fingers into your hair, tugging your head back and catching your eyes.  The sight of his easy-going expression makes you feel more comfortable, and you smile back because you wouldn't have imagined it would be like this with him.  This simple intricacy, the way it makes your heart feel both at ease and hectic, like you're not sure if this intimacy is scary or anticipated or delightful.  Maybe all three.
"You ok?" he wonders, almost idly.  But his voice is tight, too, and husky and low, and you can hear the desire crowning his words and making them into spiked weights filled with meaning.  It makes you clutch him harder, lean into his caress, and smile sort of giddily, cheekily.  You murmur, "If you keep kissing me, I think I will be."  And Lavi chuckles because he hadn't expected that bold suggestion, not from you, but he finds that he likes it very much indeed.
"Deal," he promises, and leans down.  His tilts your chin up with two slender fingers and presses his mouth against yours again.  He sinks into the kiss gradually, and after a few moments you're spinning your arms around his neck and dragging him further against you, kissing him back as headily as you can manage.  It makes him breathless and yearning for more.  His pants tighten uncomfortably and he sighs, gently pushes you back, lays you flat on the mattress without breaking the kiss. 
You like his weight on you.  You like it so much that you whisper his name and try to pull him tighter, more firmly.  But Lavi only smirks and devours your lips deeply with his, his tongue flickering over yours and rubbing against your teeth and inner cheek.  The taste and feel and touch of him infiltrates all your senses and makes you berserk, insane, delirious.
You slip your fingers into his shirt and palm over his skin, shifting your touch higher and higher, pressing over all the dips and contours that you blindly discover.  Lavi presses himself into you more, sighing, his fingers burning against your cheek.  His shirt falls away at your insistence and your hands shift more liberally over his skin.  He grins and his touch tumbles down, caressing your neck, shoulder, the side of your breast.  His mouth follows and licks, kisses, devours a path over your skin.  And when he reaches your dress, Lavi growls impatiently and fumbles with it, eager to continue his quest of uncovering more of you.  Seeing and feeling and tasting more.
You watch him through the darkness, studying the way he presses over your clothes.  Your dress zippers at the side, but he doesn't immediately realize it.  You enjoy his excited touches as they shift and jerk over you, searching pleasurably.  When he finally finds the zipper, Lavi mutters, "There it is…" and you giggle as he playfully tugs it down.  But when he starts shifting the fabric off you, you can't giggle any more.  Because amusement is about the last emotion you're feeling at this point.  There are other, more pressing matters at hand here.  More important desires and emotions to give into.
"Lavi…" you whisper, your voice raw.  He looks at you, his eyes questioning, and you feel yourself blushing at the inquisitive nature of his gaze.  Your next words are shaky, unsure, hesitant, but you say them anyway because he should probably be informed of your situation.  You shift your hand over his chest and up around his neck, playing with the brilliant red strands of his hair as it tickles over his skin.  "I'm a virgin, you know."  You swallow back a short wave of embarrassment, and Lavi stills.
It takes him all of three seconds to burst into a big grin, and you're smiling too but you're not sure why.  All you know is that his smiles are contagious and you've got it bad, you always had when it came to him.  Lavi shakes his head and rocks back on his heels, towering above you with that grin that happens to make you feel like you're convulsing in shivers.
"Why are you laughing?" you wonder, half amused but mostly embarrassed, because you're not sure if he's laughing at you or your declaration.  Does he think it's juvenile?  Do people not care about those things anymore?  Is he really that surprised to hear you say that?  You sit up slowly, coming face to face with him in this new position, and he cups your face with both his hands and whispers the reasoning behind his amusement.  "…So am I."  You stare in shock.
"Seriously?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.  He chuckles and leans in, pecking little kisses over your mouth and thoroughly enjoying your surprise.  You think it's strangely endearing, this situation, and you find yourself smiling as well because you never would have imagined this, either.  That Lavi could be anything but a total Casanova, in both looks and personality and repertoire.  You're both smiling when you kiss him back.  But after a moment spent devouring the headiness of that kiss, smiling, too, is an emotion that has little use now.
You shed the smiles just as Lavi sheds your dress.  As he slides the fabric away, he murmurs, “What did you expect?  That I get into any pants I see?”  The chuckle he ghosts over your collarbone makes it clear that this notion is just as ridiculous to him.
He wriggles the rest of the dress off of your body eagerly, tossing it to the floor and immediately lowering his mouth to your skin to kiss more of you.  You bite your lip and clench your fingers into his hair, whispering, “You could have anyone you want, you know.”  And he could.  He’s handsome enough and he exudes charm as if it’s part of his very DNA.  On countless occasions both in and out of the Order’s walls, you’ve noticed plenty of women eyeing him.  And so you’d just assumed, perhaps a little too quickly, that he had seen his fair share of encounters with the opposite sex.
Lavi lifts his head to look at you, his eyes oddly serious even in the dim light.  He must have decided that he doesn’t much like the darkness, because suddenly he is leaning forward and over you, his body angling as he reaches for the lamp beside the bed.  The light blinds you momentarily, and when you open your eyes again, Lavi is hovering over you with those strange-solemn eyes.
He’s leaning down to kiss you moments later, but this kiss is different than the others.  It somehow matches the way his gaze flickers with that unplaced emotion.  His mouth is soft but urgent, as if he’s trying to tell you something through his actions.  You’re starting to realize what those silent words are when he says, “You’re the one I noticed.  The one I wanted.”  You think your heart will burst.
You watch with half lidded eyes as he unclips your bra, his fingers slow, reverent.  You’re a little frightened when he tugs it away, but then his tongue is twisting over your nipple and you don't have it in you to be embarrassed about this.  Not when it feels so natural and satisfying and wonderful.  So you just tunnel your fingers into his hair and let yourself be swayed by the lovely feeling of him kissing such a sensitive part of you.
“Oh?” you murmur, because his words are still circling through your mind like vultures around prey, and you can’t seem to figure them out.  How could Lavi have wanted you over all those other gorgeous women?  You, who is not gorgeous, who is awkward with words and emotions?  Whose social life is not nearly as dazzling as his?  He seems to know exactly what you’re thinking, because after a moment he starts to kiss back up your body, his lips sucking and his teeth nipping.  Coherent thought fades.  Lavi remains.
The smile he gives you, half immersed in arousal, is his way of taking his words and attempting to cement them against you.  He does not answer you outright.  Instead, his response is in his touch, the way he brushes his fingers down your body and circles them over your naval, your hips, your thighs.
Perhaps it is because you've imagined being with him so many times in the past, but right now you're not really that nervous even though it's your first time.  At least, not until his fingers come burning down to your panties, wrestling them away, and he's suddenly stroking over your core and making you feel very hot.  Your body shudders with a numb sort of pleasure that leaves you hanging between two very colorful planes, and you gasp because it is like nothing you've ever felt before.  Lavi raises his head and watches your expression falter and crash with desire, his lips parted and bruised, his eyes gleaming deliciously. 
He hadn’t been lying when he’d called himself a virgin, but none of his movements are shaky or hesitant.  You think it would be strange if they are, because he is always so sure of himself all the time.  And you’re thankful that at least one person has some idea as to what they’re doing, even if he’s only guessing and connecting the dots as he goes.  But sex is mindless, thoughtless, and even though you’re nervous you’re not worried. 
“How’re you feeling?” Lavi asks.  His voice is all husk and gravel, skimming over the lowest tones of sound, making his words ridiculously erotic.  You blink up at him, your pupils dilated from pleasure.  His thumb is circling your clit as a knuckle teases your entrance.  The touch is nothing short of astounding, and you can feel your entire body aching and drowning in the desire to have more.  Always more.
Your answer must show very clearly in your expression, because Lavi gives you a half smirk and leans down.  The mischief in his eyes is tangible and breaks through the air between you like shots shattering silence.  When he kisses you next, your entire body responds to him and lifts up to meet him.  His fingers stop touching you because he’s too busy marveling at the lovely way you’re dragging him down.  Like a siren pulling sailors into the sea.  He’ll drown for you.  Just as long as he gets to have you for his own.
“You’re beautiful,” Lavi hoarsely gasps.  The dim light crushes over your naked form and makes you into a Goddess.  Your skin glows.  The half lidded way you stare up at him makes him ridiculously hard.  And wearing way too many clothes.
You seem to follow those thoughts exactly, because a moment later you’re tugging at the waist of his trousers and Lavi is chuckling at your impatience.  He silently unbuttons them.  When he goes to hook his thumbs into the fabric, he peers over at you with a smirking expression, as if to say, ‘Are you ready for this?’  You raise your eyebrows at him and smile back.  The way the light sends shadows jolting over his face and chest has your heart pattering away, but it’s nothing compared to the way he looks when the trousers come off and he’s left in his boxers.
You swallow at the sight of him.  His erection bulges against the thin fabric of his boxers and all you can do is stare.  It’s strange how a single body part could instill so many emotions in you.  The sight is thrilling and startlingly erotic.  You swear you can feel the blood in your veins jolt as it pounds through your head. 
Lavi watches you watch him for a moment before leaning closer to your sitting form.  The heat of his body collides with yours and you stare up into his eyes.  He’s looking at you with that serious gaze again.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, [Name].  We can wait – “
“I don’t want to wait,” you cut him off.  Your hands lift up to circle his waist and dip down to touch the fabric of his boxers.  Lavi’s eyes flash with desire.  He chuckles, a throaty sort of sound, and nods.
“If we do this…there’s no going back,” he says, trying to make you see exactly what you’re getting yourself into by being with him.  Your answer is a slow kiss and a coy slip of your fingers into those boxers.  You give him a half smirk and kiss him again, “I want you, Lavi.  Tonight.”  He grins back and nods.
His boxers come off and you’re both bare, sitting on that great mattress, letting your eyes wander and explore.  You’ve never seen a naked man before but somehow it feels right.  You’re glad that Lavi is your first.  That feels right, too.
He gives you a comforting smile and murmurs, “Lay down.”  You do, stretching your body out over the mattress while he watches you.  He shifts between your legs, heaves them up around his waist, and then slides his hand from the tops of your thighs to your stomach to your breasts and back.  The touch is strangely intimate in a way you can’t describe, and when he does it again you sigh and give a breathless little moan.
“Lavi…kiss me,” you order, hands above your head as you blink up at him.  He pauses for only a moment to take in the sight of you, then obeys.  The next moment he leans down and takes your mouth with his, simultaneously dragging his erection over your core in a teasing fashion that has you gasping.  Your body arches into his and he chuckles darkly, nipping at your lips and rocks his hips against you once more.
“Th-That feels really good,” you tell him, clutching tightly to his shoulders.  He hums in agreement and murmurs, “In a moment…it’s going to hurt.  You have to tell me when the pain stops, okay?”  You bite your lip and nod.  You’re not afraid: every girl is told in one way or the other that the first time hurts.  Pain is something you are accustomed to as a member of the Order.  So when Lavi slowly pushes himself into you and you feel something rip inside you, you don’t cry out.  You just hold him tightly and stop breathing.
Lavi watches you carefully, his face concerned.  He sees the pain in your eyes even when you’re obviously trying to hide it.  In a soft voice, he asks, “That bad, huh?”  You laugh a shaky, pained laugh and nod.
“Didn’t think it’d hurt this much,” you manage through the pain, but already you can feel it fading slightly.  It feels so strange to have something fill you up, something that hadn’t been there before. 
You squeeze his shoulders and tell him, “You can move now.”  Because you think it’d be better to just get it over with.  Lavi brushes your hair out of your eyes and whispers, “Alright.”  Then he rocks back a few inches and gently pushes forward again.  You hiss at the movement.  It hurts, and yet…yet you also feel the very beginning of something tickle over you.  It’s a light feeling, and you’ve got a pretty good idea as to what it is.
“Keep moving,” you tell him, biting your lip.  Lavi grunts and moves, this time rocking out a few more inches.  He’s still extremely gentle, as if he thinks you might break if he moves too fast.  By the time he repeats this motion a dozen or so times, you’re clutching at him for new reasons and Lavi can tell that the pain has been replaced.
“Wow…” you whisper with a little laugh.  Lavi chuckles, his voice bathed in that arousal.  He thrusts faster, pinning your leg up around his waist and then moving his hand to caress your cheek.  He leans down to kiss you and you sigh, arching up.  The action causes your hips to tilt upwards too, and Lavi gives a pleased little moan. 
His hips thrust faster, less gently, and you know he’s almost there.  The feeling of him shifting over your inner walls has you panting and tilting your hips up faster as well, trying to meeting his thrusts halfway.  A strange feeling begins to fill you and you struggle to breathe.  It’s as if your skin is shattering and falling apart.  Every inch of you feels like it’s exploding.  You gasp and arch your back, murmuring, “Lavi!  I think- !” 
But he already knows, and he hurries to catch up with you as your orgasm takes your breath away.  You have never felt anything that could compare.  Except perhaps Lavi’s own finish, his expression as he comes and the way he shudders into your body.  A certain heat fills you up and makes you feel like you’re drowning and flying all at once.  When Lavi stops moving a moment later, he pulls out of you and nuzzles his face into your chest with a satisfied sigh.
You shift a little and wrap your arms gently around his shoulders.  Your body is still ringing from pleasure, but there is a hint of soreness that settles between your legs even now.  You’ve got a feeling it’s only going to get worse.
“How d’you feel?” Lavi mumbles, raising his head to peer down at you.  You don’t bother lying to him: you know it wouldn’t work anyway.  So you just shrug and give him a sort of grimace.  His eyes soften.
“Okay,” he pauses to think, tapping a finger against his chin.  Then his expression brightens and he suggests, “How ‘bout a bath?”  His earnestness makes you smile.
“That sounds great,” you tell him.  A moment later, Lavi is getting up, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and sauntering into the bathroom in all his nude glory.  You blush and bite your lip. 
It is no surprise that the remainder of the evening is spent in such luxury that you forget all about the soreness gathering all over your body.  It is also no surprise when, the next morning as you wake up in Lavi’s arms, you have absolutely no regrets in any way.


[1] "Vorrei una bottiglia di Prosecco, per favore" … "I would like a bottle of Prosecco, please"
Side note: Prosecco, a sparkling white wine usually consumed before a meal.
[2] "Siete pronti per ordinare?" … "Are you ready to order?"
[3] "Sì. Ci sarà un piatto di Agnolotti e Pappardelle. Grazie" … "Yes.  We'll have a dish of Agnolotti and one Pappardelle.  Thank you."
Side note: Agnolotti, small ravioli stuffed with meat, cheese, or vegetables.  Pappardelle, broad noodles


  1. I don't even watch the anime for this and I still love it XD

    1. Well atleast I don't feel stupid now XD

  2. That was so amazing you don't even know......where has this been all my life??????