#lovespeed ride

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Sylus takes you on a much needed vacation.

𝐚/𝐧: Sweet, fluffy, short. I've had this sitting in my drafts for months, so perfect timing for the beach banner!

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @rubyninja1 @xxovvoxx @soft-dots @mcdepressed290

You have been running yourself ragged. An influx of wanderer attacks has kept you busy. So busy that you hadn't had time to make it out to the N109 Zone. You've had a couple of phone calls and video chats with Sylus. He's always been good about checking in on you, but even those had become more scarce. You were either working or sleeping.

Once your rotation finally had you off for a solid week, you were overcome with relief. Your first day off you slept for 12 hours, not waking until the early afternoon to a phone call from Sylus.

"Sleep well, sweetie?" He asks, in his rich baritone voice.

Your voice is groggy, still thick with sleep, "Sylus? Why are you up so early?"

"Get ready, I'm on the way to pick you up."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Your mind is still trying to catch up.

"You're off this week. We're taking a vacation." Not giving you any details, he ends the call.

You still hadn't gotten ready when Sylus rings your doorbell a short while later. Still wandering around in your pajamas, you open the door to him.

He’s wearing a white buttoned shirt tucked into light grey pants, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His crimson eyes look over the brim of dark sunglasses, his trademark smirk plastered on his face.

One silver eyebrow raises, "You're still not dressed."

You yawn and raise your hand to your mouth in a feeble attempt to cover it, "I just woke up, I need a minute."

You turn and head back to your bedroom. Sylus closes the door behind him before following.

Sluggishly, you start opening dresser drawers, pulling out various clothing items, "Where are we going anyway? I don't even know what to pack."

Sylus strides over to your closet, pulling out your suitcase before helping himself to your wardrobe. "You just focus on getting dressed, kitten. I'll handle the rest."

You shrug and head to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

When you exit the bathroom, towel wrapped around you, skin flushed and damp, you feel much more alert. You pad across the apartment to see Sylus sitting on your couch, one leg resting on his knee. Beside the couch, your suitcase along with a small carry-on bag sit ready to go by the door.

"I hope you didn't forget anything," you say teasingly.

He smiles, "I made sure to grab all of your travel essentials. I even made sure to pack a few additional clothing items, just in case."

He glances down at the towel clutched in your hands before meeting your gaze again, cocking his head to the side with a smirk.

Your heart stutters, color blushing your cheeks as you walk past him back to your bedroom, "Well, okay. I guess I'll go get dressed and then we can go."

You hear his low chuckle as you close the door behind you.

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Having arrived when the sun was out in full force, Sylus urged you to soak up the late afternoon rays while he prepared food for the evening.

Lying out on one of the two very comfortable beach loungers, you'd spent the afternoon with a book in hand and the ambient sounds of the ocean.

Once the sun had started to set, you put your book down and went to the water's edge, letting the tide pull you into trance.

The sky is painted in brushstrokes of orange and pink. Stars are peek through the purple canopy of the invading night sky with each second that the sun sinks behind the horizon.

The water glitters, light refracting off of amber waves. The pull and push of the water against the shore is rhythmic like the breathing of a great beast that is deep in slumber.

Sitting on the beach, you let your toes burrow into the soft sand. The gentle breeze carrying the soothing smells of salt and sea life caresses your skin. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply and listen to the faint call of seagulls making their way back to land for the evening.

You couldn't believe the scenery surrounding you, when just a few short hours ago, you had been in the bustling city of Linkon. And now, you sat on one of the most gorgeous beaches you've ever seen.

Suddenly you're embraced in warmth. Sylus's solid form pulling your back against his chest, nuzzling into your neck.

“Ah!” You yelp, completely caught off guard as he materializes behind you.

His arms wrap around your waist, legs bracketing yours. The heat of his skin sinking into you, grounding you, “Feeling relaxed?”

You relax into his hold, “Yes, actually. I didn't realize how much I needed this.”

His head leans against you as you both sit in silence for a moment watching the tide come in.

“I rarely come here,” his voice rumbles through you as his gaze continues watching the waves.

You laugh, “Yeah, I didn't peg you for a beach-goer.”

“For you, sweetie, I'd go anywhere,” he answers and nips at your earlobe.

Before you can react he stands up, offering you his hand, “Care for a swim?”

You nod with a smile, letting him pull you to your feet and lead you into the water.

It's cool and comforting against your sun-warmed skin, and you exhale as you move deeper into the water. Once your toes can no longer reach, you release his hand to swim. Waves rolling past you, lifting you up and floating your weightless body back down.

Sylus was a few feet further out, and you watch as he dives under the water, then a second later he breaches the surface right in front of you. Shaking the water from his hair as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. You giggle as water droplets are flung from his hair. You lean away, trying to shield your eyes from the salt-sting.

Seeing this side of him is always special. It's not often that he gets the opportunity to shed the mantle of "The leader of Onychinus" and just be… Sylus. The youthful joy he expresses in moments like this is something you hold dearly. You want to protect it even though he's not something so fragile. The passion you feel for him to have more moments like these burns brighter than the summer sun.

And you know there's a part of him that thinks he doesn't deserve it. Like all of the blood on his hands outweighs any peace he might find.

You loop your arms behind his neck, pulling him closer. His eyes meet yours, sending your pulse fluttering and a blush to your cheeks.

"What is it, kitten?" His tone is curious.

"Can we just stay here? Forever?"

He chuckles, "If that's what you wish, I can arrange for that as soon as we set foot on shore."

Red irises bore into you, "....But. Won't you miss Linkon? Your friends at the Association?” He leans in, gently kissing the corner of your lips, “You and I both know you're much too honorable to leave that life behind."

"I could do it!" you say in protest.

He pulls back, "I don't think you could, sweetie."

You pout, looking away from him. His finger brushes your chin, tilting your gaze back to him.

His voice softens, "And that's not a bad thing. In fact, it is something I admire about you."

Your blush deepens. You wet your lips, tasting salt and warmth, noticing his eyes dip down tracking the movement.

His eyes close as he leans in again, palm cupping your cheek as his forehead meets yours, "If you were capable of that, I would have stolen you away a long time ago. Keeping you all to myself is the only thing this greedy heart of mine wants."

The warmth in your chest expands, as his words settle within your mind.

“Let's… make a deal,” his eyes open as he leans back, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. “If you promise to take better care of yourself and rest properly, I will bring you here as often as you'd like.”

You roll your eyes, immediately pulling him in with a laugh, “Deal.”

Your lips meet his. Soft, gentle, but carrying all of the intensity of a summer storm. You thread your fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply, allowing yourself to drown in him.

You never want this moment to end.

*for legal reasons, this is a joke

Tired of being left behind again, not only does Mephie take matters into his own hands, he also gets a little revenge on his owner.

Sylus illiusio beach

I know I'm late to the chat talking about this date, but I just have so many thoughts on this memory and I need to put it out there for the world to see.

Okay, so here's the thing. I love Lovespeed Ride, I love it a lot. MC's swimsuit is cute, Sylus is a beautiful man, they're so in love, everything is perfect. But as someone who has literally grown up riding jetskis, I have some issues with this date.

1. Boater safety 101: where are their life jackets? where are their life jackets? I get it, they probably both know how to swim, but let's be real, when you aren't expecting to get knocked off a jet ski and the water is choppy, a life jacket is essential. I don't think Sylus would risk her life so willy nilly like that.

2. MC in Front??? I know MC is so small and Sylus is so big, but let's be real, there's no way she could sit in front of him like that and he still be able to drive safely. Sure, my 6 year old niece could sit in front of her mom, but she's 6! A full grown woman would not fit, and sitting side saddle like that is just going to throw the balance off more.

3. The “don’t fall” moment:when he is reaching out to stop her from falling in the water, there is a 100% chance he would have just tipped the whole thing over and they both would have fallen! I am glad one of the kindled moments has them tipping it over, but it would happen either way!

4. The Disappearing Jetski: when they do tip over, please explain to me how they end up only in knee deep water and the jet ski is forever gone? How did it disappear? Where did it go? Why is MC not more concerned about littering the ocean with a PWC? Like when it tips over it doesn't get launched miles away...Make it make sense!

Lovespeed Ride - After Dark Ch 2 of 2

The kiss starts gentle and tender and his palms slide across my ribs, pulling me closer. I straddle his waist, sliding my fingers along his cheeks as my hair falls around us, still smelling like the coconut spray a vendor insisted I try at the market today. It’s impossible to say which of us lets out the first sigh, fingers gripping harder. The kiss deepens, heat stirring between us, and as Sylus’s fingers wrap the back of my head, I let out a low, shameless moan. My thighs tense, hips pressing against his waist, and pleasure gathers there. His hand slides around to my ass, gripping tight. I can’t find words for all these swirling emotions, so they become the curl of my fingers, the catch in my breath, the pleading in my sighs, the search of my tongue, the press of my lips. I need to be closer. I need everything.

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