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Long story short, Scara was feeling quite affectionate today.
Not to say that he never acted tenderly with you, but you've found that nowadays this behavior of his grew in frequency.
And who exactly were you to complain?
The room rested in a soft golden glow, accented by dim shadows in every corner. Curtains drawn, door locked, the two of you were in your very own quiet paradise.
You both sat on the plush mattress in the edge of the room, the surface buried with all sorts of blankets and pillows Scara received from either you or Lesser Lord Kusanali. It was slightly unexpected that he'd actually keep such frivolous items in his quarters, but you were aware that with how much he attempted to deny sentimentality, Scara never threw any of his presents away.
Both of your footwear lay abandoned on the floor, cool air seeping under the fabric of your clothing, almost urging you to bundle up with the blankets and settle next to him.
His attention was currently on you, but not all the same. Having gained an interest in your face earlier on, his eyes rested solely on the curve of your cheek, your lips, and even the slight twinkle in your eye.
He lost his hat a while ago, the headpiece resting on the nearby table. Without it, Scara looked younger under the light, almost carefree. The red markings by his eyes better illuminated his features, and the cool undertones of his dark hair were more pronounced. You had once joked that perhaps it was the weight of the hat on his head that's forcing his usual grimaces.
Scara sat before you, a hand on your face and the other braced lightly above your thigh. He didn't seem to notice just how close he was, or he simply did not care. You're unsure if the both of you knew how you even got here.
He smelled pleasant, like something fresh, a detail you now noticed. To say that it failed to make you blush would be a bold-faced lie.
“What's so interesting about my face?” you asked despite the quickening of your pulse.
Scara didn't reply in an instant, his fingers still tracing across your lower lip. You felt his fingertip on every slight crease, silently measuring the curve. His eyes flickered to yours before returning to the rest of you.
“Nothing extraordinary,” he mused, almost distracted.
Whether that was meant to be a jab or not, you admit to yourself that you were also quite distracted with the proximity. Up close, the flecks of violet in his irises nearly shimmered. His skin, visually and textured smooth, cool below your fingertips. It granted a sort of wondrous beauty incomparable to most things. You cannot blame the others for thinking that he was such an exquisite being.
The thought came as naturally as blinking; he was so beautiful.
At least, you had the sense to snap out of the trance, if only for a little while. "Then why are you still looking?"
Again, he failed to give a swift response.
His hand—the one on your thigh—traveled to your wrist and raised it, baring your palm. Scara examined it, too, using his thumb to follow the crooked lines.
You wished you'd be able to hear his thoughts from your vantage. What was it about you that placed him in this deep study? As far as you know, you hadn't done anything super special with your appearance as of late. Scara loved being particularly difficult when it came to his intentions at times. If he wanted for you to know something, he would have told you by now. Even after being his for a while, there are still many sides of him that eluded you.
You blinked. "What."
"Nothing," he said, still listlessly. Scara dropped your hand and resumed his examination of your face.
"...If you're going to keep doing it, then do it quick. I'm feeling pretty tired–" You were cut off when a familiar warmth touched your cheek.
Your realization settling late, you turned to Scara just as he moved away, a pleased look on his face. His elbows laid on his lap as he enjoyed your stunned expression, a short laugh escaping from those same lips.
Did he do all of that just to kiss me? Though still caught off-guard, your previous uncertainties quickly vanished, and a charmed giddiness overtook you. "Oh? Since when did you start to get bold?"
In true Scara fashion, he pretended to have done no such thing and crossed his arms, glancing sideways with a scoff. "Whatever could you mean?"
But you saw the corner of his mouth tilt slightly upwards.
"You know," you inched closer, "if all you wanted was a kiss, you needn't be so shy about it."
"Shy?" Scara repeated in a disbelieving tone. Before he could refute your claim and defend his pride, you took the opportunity to peck his own cheek, retreating with a grin while he measured your audacity. "So that's how it is..."
In under a second, he cupped your jaw and—almost roughly—forced you to look him at eye level, both your lips just a hair's breadth away from coming into contact. Not to kiss, not yet, but your heart did a fantastic job of leaping out of your ribcage at the expectation.
Almost instinctively, your fingers fumbled with the blanket beside you. "I–I..."
Oh, Archons, I fucking stuttered.
"Where did that bravado go, huh?" Scara's breath fanned your skin, sending a shiver up your spine you hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Oh, I don't know," you managed a certain retort. "Weren't you the one who kissed me first? Couldn't control yourself?"
"Tch."
"Why were you looking at my face earlier?"
"Why?" he hummed, pretending to ponder. Scara met your expectant look with a minute, fonder smile.
"You're pretty," he said simply, like it was the most obvious fact. "And you're mine. Am I not allowed to adore you? Do I need to write you a paper or something?"
You wished his comments no longer held any authority over your heart, but the now and the times before this had proved the opposite—that you'd always give his words importance even if they could just mean nothing. And Scara noticed that, too.
Gently this time, he shifted his hold on your chin, the pad of his thumb pressing just under your lips. And suddenly the air shifted in the room.
“I only want to know what you'd taste like.”
You couldn't help but let a smile slip. “Don’t you already know that?”
He huffed a small laugh, his voice lowering to a rough whisper. “Just let me have this.”
Scara leaned closer, both of your breaths mixing together. His half-lidded eyes peered into your own—searching for something. When you didn't move away or sound some sort of hesitation, his eyes fluttered shut and he locked his lips with yours.
Your hands immediately sought for purchase atop his shoulders, and his free arm wrapped around your waist. The hand beneath your chin trailed upwards, his fingers grazing the softness of your cheek. Scara lightly played with the strands of your hair before cupping the back of your nape and bringing you closer, pressing your lips and bodies tighter together.
The way your lips moved and molded with his was enough to turn your head into mush. It was delightfully different than how he usually chooses to take you, but now he seems content with savoring everything you have to offer. Inadvertently, you came up between his legs, your knee brushing the inside of his thigh.
Curling your fingers into his clothing, you tugged him nearer, hoping to prolong the moment. Scara let out a faint sound and tilted his head to kiss you deeper.
That scent you noticed on him grew in potency, only due to the space—or lack thereof. Or was it because he's pressed against you like this?
Sweet and slightly musky, almost floral, similar to a flower you could nearly recognize. It only amplified that burning feeling within your body, which drove you to take in more of him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him more fervently.
Unfortunately, with the greatest difference between the both of you being your bodily disposition, you were in dire need of air. Your head spun with the indecisiveness to whether you continue to drown in his spell, or prioritize your feeble body.
You ultimately decide to stop for now, as addicting as he was for the most part.
Your hands then settled on his chest, and you softly pushed him away, breathing heavily. No doubt you were a little disheveled.
Scara didn't appear to be out of breath, his hands now on your waist. If only, his dazed—almost adorable—expression snapped away the moment he regarded your sorry state.
Scara smirked.
He dipped his head low towards the crevice between your neck and shoulders, tracing down your skin with the tip of his nose and mouth. His lips attached to your pulse point.
The sensation sent a swift jolt throughout your body. You instantly gasped, tugging at his white robe. “Hey...! Hold on for a bit!”
Scara chuckled, the pleasant sound muffled on the side of your neck and gently reverberating in your ribs.
You glanced down, only to find that he was already watching you. With his head tilted, half of his face was obscured by your limited vision. But with only one side defined, you still saw how much he enjoyed you like this, the piercing deep blue of his eyes gazing up at you through the darkness of his lashes. Your stomach flipped, and your heart rattled in your chest at the thought that such a stare could make you feel naked.
Placing one last kiss on your skin, Scara leaned away with an accomplished and infuriatingly smug grin, both of his hands in the air like a criminal. “Alright, alright. Whatever my dearest says.”
You sighed heavily, though not at all peeved and for some other reason you dare not name. You could still sense the traces of his lips lingering on your skin.
"Seriously..." A breathless laugh spilled from you. "Where is this all coming from?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Scara said, quite blasé with the situation.
"I guess not, I just–" Helpless, you chuckled some more, glancing someplace else. You held a hand to your cheek, feeling both the warmth, and the residual results of his actions along the rest of you. "You just have this effect on me. I... I don't think I'll ever get used to it. To you."
"I suppose that's a good sign, then." Scara canted forward, his addictive scent nearly flooding your senses again. "It's not like I'll ever tire of you either."
You pointed your gaze back to him. "Kiss me again?"
He smiled, and rolled his eyes minutely. “You think too much.”
Says you. But you were not able to reply, not with his lips already against yours once more and his hands stuck to your hips, his thumbs swiping once. Once was enough, you were basically all the way in.
Letting yourself sink deeper into his warmth, you cup his face and pull him closer. Scara exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands gripping you tighter.
You felt the tip of his tongue lick a small stripe across your lower lip. Your mouth parted almost instantly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside for a few moments.
Separating again, just a tiny bit, a short lull settled between you two. You waited for whatever was next, but his attention was somewhere else. Still on you, but certainly distracted.
You chuckled, and his gaze landed back on you. "Well? Don't rile me up for nothing."
"...Then lie down," he grinned against your lips, ready to taste more, "I want to take care of you tonight."