Love Live The Queen

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48. Strip club AU

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50. Private security AU

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44. X-men with powers of fire and ice AU

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26. Got locked out of dorm room AU

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8. Sent to live with cousins AU

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“Well.” He shook his head, a dry chuckle bubbling from his throat. He licked his chapped lips, just taking her in. It had been so long. It almost hurt that he had almost forgotten what she looked like—- sounded like. “The last time I saw you in one of my shirts, I was younger.” Aulea surviving after being sucked through the crystal was indeed puzzling. How she stayed the same age was also weird. But it was really her. No daemon. No tricks.  And here Regis was— older. In his fifties and weak from the crystal draining the life out of him.  Bringing him out of his head, back to the young woman in front of him. She was only ten years older than their son. It was so insane. “I’m afraid I didn’t age like fine wine.” He most likely looked—- old to her. Ugly. An old man.

“I think I look just as good in it as I used to, thank you.” Aulea made sure to not comment on his age, on how he saw himself. She knew it was hard on him, it was hard to see her back. There were times when she considered leaving just to make it easier on him. She was where she wanted to be, she was back at home with her family - even if not everyone knew who she was yet. Eventually it would come back. Eventually she might get to know her son and daughter as she should.

Eventually. She hoped.

He didn’t miss the way her body reacted to the touches. The roughness that a man only Gladio could offer her. So tired of being the Queen, the woman no one could touch unless they had gloves on and oh so gently.  Gladio didn’t mind getting a little rough and Aulea seemed to enjoy it. The scratches on his back said that much.  “Oh, kinky, Your Majesty.” He chuckled as his mouth found it’s home on her neck. Biting down and sucking softly before he went the extra mile to leave a bruise. A bruise that he could look at and be proud. His hands were moving everywhere, grasping at clothing and tugging at the fabric as it offended him. “We don’t got long, just a quickie fer now, okay?”

“I can be kinky,  yes, but not using my bow and arrow. I don’t think you’d enjoy that too much.” Aulea started to laugh at the idea, though it quickly faded off when she felt that first bite onto her neck. It was something she hadn’t experienced in so long before Gladio. It was something she hadn’t realized she missed till she felt it again, and gods, did the man in front of her make her feel alive again. 

“Maybe what you can— do which your mouth maybe.” He whispered. Looking at her so fondly, he found himself lost in those eyes. Aulea had always been someone who he could trust even when he was at wit’s end.  He had Regis and Dea of course, but Aulea had been his friend first. In all truth— he had fallen for her before he even knew her name. Maybe that sounded foolish. It did. He knew it did. Pressing a bit closer, he let out a soft breath. “Let us go to our room then? Because I assure you, you will not be sleeping tonight, my Queen.”

“Why go to our room? Why can’t we just start here?” Aulea couldn’t help but smirk, wondering just how far she could push Clarus before he told her no, before he told her that she was being irresponsible. Sometimes it was fun to see how far she could go, what he was willing to let her get away with just because she wanted it. Her hand moved up, gripping onto the front of his shirt. Screw where they were or who could see. Screw being propper.

Sometimes? Sometimes Aulea hated how she was supposed to act - or how the council would like her to act.

“No offense, Your Majesty, but I don’t give a damn.” He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up. With the other arm, he made a sweeping motion of the things on the table, knocking them off and on to the floor with a thud.  Sitting her on the edge and placing himself in the middle— he continued, hovering over her lips. “—– It would be a shame to. . “ A hand moves up and down her side. Eyes flickering down her neck and . .. well, just looking at her everything. “— stop right here, wouldn’t it?”

“Do you really want to explain to my son that his mother, who is only ten years older than him, is back and sle-” Her words were cut off when she was suddenly grabbed around the waist, causing her words to instead come out as a gasp. She couldn’t hide the shudder that went through her body though as she connected with the table, her hands instantly going up to grab onto his shoulders.

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