I'm pretty sure no one's looking at this post anymore, but I couldn't not fill a prompt for my OTP. Better late than never, right?
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"You are a funny human, you know," Velanna says. "Despite what you may claim."
"Indeed?" Nathaniel stirs next to her, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. He appears half-asleep already, sprawled across the bed and basking in the afterglow. "And how do you figure that, my lady?"
"That." Velanna pounces on the word, turning onto her side and propping her head on one hand, bringing herself face to face with him. "How you still call me 'my lady' even after all this time. We’re not exactly strangers anymore, after all."
"Far from it." The grin snaking across his face is almost wicked. His hand moves beneath the sheets, and she can't suppress a shiver as his fingers trace wandering patterns on her skin, lingering at all the places that make her breath catch and coherent thoughts flee.
She grits her teeth, summoning all the concentration she can muster. "What I mean is—is—"
Nathaniel flips onto his stomach, one hand still exploring while the other pulls the sheet away. He leans down close, and her muscles tense at the brush of his warm breath just above her navel. "Yes?" he murmurs. It's practically a purr. "What do you mean, my lady?"
She looks down at him, watching the grin flicker in his eyes. Damn him and his smirking!
"Perhaps I just won’t tell you," she huffs. She plops onto her back, folding her arms over her breasts and staring stubbornly at the ceiling.
"Hmm." He draws out the sound, letting his voice vibrate against her skin in the most infuriatingly pleasurable way. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
His lips brush against her stomach, the touch so light she can barely feel it. "Still?"
Velanna steels her jaw. "Do your worst, human."
"Oh, a challenge." She feels his mouth stretch across her skin as he smiles. His fingers skim up and down her sides, making her jump. When he begins to trail kisses from her abdomen over her ribs, a little moan escapes her despite her best efforts.
Somehow her arms loosen of their own accord, twining around his shoulders, fingers threading in his hair as he kisses his way between her breasts. By the time he reaches her neck, pausing to nip at her collarbone, she can feel her body betraying her—muscles trembling, breaths shuddering, heart beating far too fast against his chest.
"So," Nathaniel whispers. He presses his lips to the hollow of her throat, so gentle it's almost chaste. "What was it you meant to say?"
She sighs, lets her hands slip down his back. "I have no idea."
Nathaniel laughs, the rich, rumbling chuckle he saves only for her, the one she'll never admit she loves. She scowls at him even as she tilts her face upward, and then his mouth finally meets hers and somehow she doesn’t care if he's the funniest human in all the world.
Re: Nathaniel/Velanna
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"You are a funny human, you know," Velanna says. "Despite what you may claim."
"Indeed?" Nathaniel stirs next to her, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. He appears half-asleep already, sprawled across the bed and basking in the afterglow. "And how do you figure that, my lady?"
"That." Velanna pounces on the word, turning onto her side and propping her head on one hand, bringing herself face to face with him. "How you still call me 'my lady' even after all this time. We’re not exactly strangers anymore, after all."
"Far from it." The grin snaking across his face is almost wicked. His hand moves beneath the sheets, and she can't suppress a shiver as his fingers trace wandering patterns on her skin, lingering at all the places that make her breath catch and coherent thoughts flee.
She grits her teeth, summoning all the concentration she can muster. "What I mean is—is—"
Nathaniel flips onto his stomach, one hand still exploring while the other pulls the sheet away. He leans down close, and her muscles tense at the brush of his warm breath just above her navel. "Yes?" he murmurs. It's practically a purr. "What do you mean, my lady?"
She looks down at him, watching the grin flicker in his eyes. Damn him and his smirking!
"Perhaps I just won’t tell you," she huffs. She plops onto her back, folding her arms over her breasts and staring stubbornly at the ceiling.
"Hmm." He draws out the sound, letting his voice vibrate against her skin in the most infuriatingly pleasurable way. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
His lips brush against her stomach, the touch so light she can barely feel it. "Still?"
Velanna steels her jaw. "Do your worst, human."
"Oh, a challenge." She feels his mouth stretch across her skin as he smiles. His fingers skim up and down her sides, making her jump. When he begins to trail kisses from her abdomen over her ribs, a little moan escapes her despite her best efforts.
Somehow her arms loosen of their own accord, twining around his shoulders, fingers threading in his hair as he kisses his way between her breasts. By the time he reaches her neck, pausing to nip at her collarbone, she can feel her body betraying her—muscles trembling, breaths shuddering, heart beating far too fast against his chest.
"So," Nathaniel whispers. He presses his lips to the hollow of her throat, so gentle it's almost chaste. "What was it you meant to say?"
She sighs, lets her hands slip down his back. "I have no idea."
Nathaniel laughs, the rich, rumbling chuckle he saves only for her, the one she'll never admit she loves. She scowls at him even as she tilts her face upward, and then his mouth finally meets hers and somehow she doesn’t care if he's the funniest human in all the world.