Arno Dorian Imagine Only.

And today was his birthday – 9th of Fructidor, or the simply one; 26 August. Yet he still didn’t return.

               (Y/N) sighed as she tediously played with a candle on the table. She thought that if Arno wouldn’t return within these thirty minutes, she would feed the cake to chickens all around the Café. She understood all so well; Arno had a task to accomplish for the Brotherhood. He said he would return before nightfall, but he didn’t appear. She tried to be positive – his duty might take quite time.

               But as she leaned against a backrest, she heard a sound – cracking like something were broken. She stood up quickly and gingerly stepped near the window. Her eyes glanced around – no one was there; both inside and outside the Café’s area.

She turned around, suddenly – her heart nearly stopped beating, while she saw Arno’s face.

“Mon Dieu!” She exclaimed, Arno took the opportunity to hold her tightly.

“Easy to deceive as always.”

“Arno!” Her shoulder fell down, looking at him wearily. “Why don’t you just come inside like the others – like the normal people usually do?”

“It’s my birthday, isn’t it? Who wants their birthday to be so boring or normal?” He tried to excuse.

“It has nothing to do with the way that you entered the Café! You didn’t have to scared me like this!” She snapped, pushing him aside. “Or I shouldn’t have to prepare something for you.”

“There, there…” He calmed her down, hugging her and kissing her cheek. She rolled her eyes, since she couldn’t get angry with him for so long – every time, almost.

“Alright, alright…Since it’s your birthday.”

(Y/N) gesticulated to the cake on the table. They walked and sat together, as (Y/N) pretended to be solemnly. She lit a candle and put it down to the cake.

Arno starred at her face and the light – he felt so grateful with this; she didn’t live with him here, but she still waited for him until the middle of the night. It indicated that how much she had loved him, from the things she had done for him.

“Merci, Mon Amour.” He reached out to touch her hand, squeezing it gently.

“No need.” She couldn’t help but broke her mask and smiled to him, at last. “Do make a wish.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then he blew a candle.

“Bon anniversaire, Arno Dorian.”

She had wished him well, kissing him at the cheek, before she neatly cut the cake into pieces.

Arno picked a piece of cake, piece by piece – quickly like he had been starving for so long. He ate them carelessly, as (Y/N) observed him from the side.

She let her mind wandered around to think that how could he looked so beautiful like this,  and how could he be such charming, like her sight would never be free from him.

“Why don’t you take some?” He asked curiously – then his expression changed from delighted look to seem unsure. “Or you have poisoned me!?”

“Un Idiot,” She sighed, shaking her head, chuckling softly.

“Then prove me wrong.”

“But how? You have almost all of them.” She pointed out, “Ortherwise…”

(Y/N) took Arno’s hand, which still holding a piece of cake. She ate it from his hand. As her lips met his tip of a finger, he felt like there was something sparkling inside him. And so did her.

Her lips continued to suck the cream on his each fingers, as he closed his eyes, moaning softly in his throat. She took this as if he was pleased with her demeanour.

Arno couldn’t restrain himself anymore; he took her other hand up and did as she was doing. She let his hand slipped from her grip, and began to swing her head backward – it was like electricity running from the tips of her fingers to her heart and her abdomen, as well. Also, she felt something that she hardly felt; it was between her tight – hot, bothered and wet…

Her voice mixed with the moaning. And it grew harder and harder, when Arno leaned closer – to kiss her lips.

At first the kiss was slow, delicate and gentle – but then it turned to be more roughly and passionately. His tongue pushed her lips to part, for he could access into it. Their tongues intertwined, as (Y/N) involuntarily arched her body up against Arno – while he lifted her up to straddle him.

               His hands moved from her waist to beneath of her breasts, trying to unlace her dress. But suddenly, her hands stopped him for a moment.

“Oh, Arno…” She moaned through his breathe.

“If you aren’t ready, then I will stop.” Arno said, “We could do it later, another day.”

“No, no. I mean…eh…” She paused, biting her lip. “I feel quite uncomfortable, if we’re naked here…”

Arno instantly understood; he smirked. “Bien.”

He carried her from the kitchen to the up stair – in his bedroom – while he was never breaking his kiss, but broke a few seconds for an air, until he gently laid her down on the floor.

He stripped himself and his lover, before climbing onto the bed with her. He starred at her figure and curves with fascination, and then he began to kiss her again. His mouth trailed along her bare skins – from her temple to her nose, cheeks, nook of her neck, between her breasts, her stomach and her tight. Then it reached the near of her centre; it made her shivered and the soft moaning mixed with a little sigh were slipping through her lips.

He looked up to face her once; her face indicated that she was intoxicating with his lips. He felt confident enough to breathe upon her skins, close to her entrance again. The more he teased her, the harder she moaned and gripped his hair tightly. But he didn’t mind, he keep did the breathe play for a moment – then drawing his lips to her fold.

The heat in the room, seemed like, was increasing drastically. (Y/N) felt that her body’s temperature was rising. She sighed a little and twisted her body under Arno’s tongue. It had teased her with the outside and suddenly penetrated inside. She panted harder, wriggling under his hands, which administrate her hips down with the mattress.

Something told her that her climax was near. But, as her mind started to see the blank in the air, Arno’s lips were stopping immediately – while he shifted himself to sit up. He began to use his index and middle fingers rubbing her clit smoothly and slowly. She seized his hair, and then startling – her waist was up in the air with high pitched of her moan – as his digits penetrated inside of her.

He pumped in and out slowly for the next, while rubbing her clit still. She had tilted back her head with agitating and euphoria, as her fingers were digging into his arms and his already-erection against her tights. Her hair was spreading on a pillow. All she wanted now was him – filling her inside with his own manhood, not just only his fingers.

“Arno, please…” She begged, gasping for an air when his rapidity was slower.

“Please what, mon amour?”

Arno gently whispered – intentionally exhaling against her sensitive skin. It made her shivering, as she sighed with satisfy.

“I want you so badly, and please…be gentle with me, I--”

He whispered into her ear again.

“I know.”

Then he moved his lips to kissed her upon her lips, sucking her lower lip to make she allowed him to insert his tongue inside for the sweetness that he might find in her mouth. He grabbed her arms and hands from his chest to circle around his neck, while he was aligning himself over her body, and spreading her legs wider. 

“Don’t be panic. Just relax, let it flows as it is a stream in the river.”

Arno said, pushing his hard manhood into her entrance. She startled and claimed in surprising with high pitch. He broke a kiss and pushed himself slowly, placing his hands at her hips. He didn’t want it went too rough.

(Y/N) bit her lower lip, since it was hurt more than those fingers that penetrating into her. She dug her nails on his back, moaning in pain that mixing with pleasure. But it seemed like the pain was slightly more than pleasure.

Her tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. He wiped them by his kiss as he kept velocity nice and slow, though he wanted to make it faster but he knew; she wasn’t ready for it yet. So, he set the pace more steadily and properly. Her back arched from the mattress.

“Mon amour?” He asked her softly with a little grunting.

“I-It’s so hurt, but it feels quite good.”

“Keep yourself be relaxing, the pain is going to disappear. Trust me.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, before slightly exhaling. He pumped into her body again. This time he felt that she truly relaxed under his touch. It gave him more confident to add the velocity faster, but not too fast. He just wanted her to be happy and positive with intercourses.

Hence she was used to the velocity and in the rhythms with him already – by wrapping her legs around his waist – he let the pace go faster, while she was moaning louder. Pure blisses overwhelmed her mood and body.

The sounds of fleshes slapping and echoing were altogether with sweat from the two lovers in the bedroom of Café Theatre. They kept moaning each other’s name, as it was veering around the pace that going so fast, yet still sweetly.

(Y/N) held Arno’s shoulders tightly. The knot was slightly fastened in her belly, because of the sensation that kept going on without a pause. She breathed rapidly, tilting her head up from a pillow. Both of her and his orgasms were going to come. The more she breathed his name over and over again, the more they were closer to their climaxes.  

She panted his name out loud; clinging to him like her life was depended on it. And for a couple seconds, she shrieked and pressed his lower body with her legs – to be closely with her. She felt like her body was ascending from the bed and then slowly hitting the mattress, while Arno grunted and exhaled – because his orgasm hit him so hard too, as his seed pouring into her fold.

Arno collapsed his body onto hers. His faced buried in the crook of her neck. His breath tickled her again, so, she kissed him at the ear. He hummed in contentment, and then repelling to lie down at the space beside her.

He turned himself to face (Y/N), before pulling her closer to him. They still panted from the intimate activity, the room was suddenly quiet – so (Y/N) was the first one who eliminated the silence.

“Merci, Arno”

“Hmm? Why do you show your gratitude to me? I think it is me to say that word, since you permit me to touch you. And out of this, I have to thanks to you for baking me the birthday cake.”

He smiled, kissing her forehead to show that he was really happy with the tiny little things – which she did for him. (Y/N) shook her head, purring to his bare skins.

“My gratitude is for your gentle and tenderness, which you gave to me. Thank you again, Arno.”

“Don’t be, mon amour. I’m glad to do things which are your pleasure. Or in the other words, your pleasure is my pleasure too.”

(Y/N) looked up to his face. His smile didn’t fade from his handsome feature. She reached to his cheek, gently tugging his hair to the back of his ear.

“It’s so lucky that I’ve found you and loved you.”

“So do I,” Arno shifted to hug her with his full body, then he kissing her again.

“Since you mention about birthday, I want to know that how do you find it?”

His grinned was wider. He grabbed her hand, kissing it softly.

“I don’t want any gifts or cakes at all, if you are mine in my birthday.”