#nsft-ish

Luscinia would move discretely, pleasantly entertaining her fellow colleagues with her silver tongue, a social butterfly as she always was during diplomatic events. Ever charming and filled with zestful vivacity, she was busy chatting and entertaining friends of old that she hadn’t seen since their wedding day, her cheeks flaming.

But Ardyn knew that her burning skin was his doing.

He could see it in the way her fingertips constantly reached for a spot on her neck, exactly below the sensual curve of her jaw. Just a single, daring brush of his lips in that sweet spot, moments before they were to meet the other delegates of Lucis; it had been enough to provoke a reaction in her that he was not expecting at all.

He had felt her shivering, the soft gasp that she had tried to strangle in her throat.

But it was her eyes that had given away that, this time, the shivering wasn’t out of uncomfortableness, but out of pure craving. Those eyes - the same colour of the sky at sunset- shining with desire, almost feverish

He knew, because he had felt the same warmth flare up in his loins at that sight, a blazing inferno in his stomach at the possibility that finally she might want him with the same voracity he wanted her.

Ardyn narrowed his golden gaze, smirking when he saw her excusing herself from the group of diplomats, trying to maintain her composure, but betrayed by the way her eyes and the way they flickered around ever so slightly, scrutinizing the room, scanning every single face, looking for him.

“I won’t have you, until you come to me willingly,” he remembered whispering on their wedding night, his lips merely a breath away from hers. “I won’t take you until you want me, until I hear the plea leaving your lips. I won’t have you until you will beg me to.”

He could see the scene even now, clear as if it had happened the day before: Luscinia laid against the cozy pillows and soft blankets, bare on their bed, ready to undergo her wifely duties, determined as she was to fulfill her part of that Accord that was meant to keep Lucis - to keep her brother - safe from the Empire. The Accord that had been her brainchild.

And she was willing to do whatever she needed to fulfill her part.

But despite the voluptuous way her body curved and the more than revealing lingerie she had worn , Ardyn had seen an emptiness behind her eyes - an impenetrable wall- that had made him uneasy. A starless night where no light burned. A gelid void that seemed to extend to all her being. And Ardyn had hated that sight, more than he had cared to admit. He had thought himself a monster often, but not the kind of monster that would take a woman against her will. And most certainly, not to take his wife against her will.

Two years had passed since that day.

And finally, the tide had changed. And tonight he knew, as he put his hat back on and left his hidden spot , starting to whistle a tune that he knew Luscinia would hear even among the crowd, that her cold wall had finally melted away. And that the moment he had anticipated for - that he he had started to wish for - was about to come to him, straight into his own open arms, and of her own volition.

bloody hell, ARTWORK AND STORY, ALL AT THE SAME TIME???

I have no idea what possessed me to do this, BUT ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT I DID IT, FML.

I MANAGED TO FINISH AN ARTWORK AND WRITE FOR THESE TWO GREMLINS THAT ARE *CONSTANTLY* IN MY BRAIN- (but gods, I am rust AF with writing. I need to write more).

SO. A LITTLE BIT OF CONTEXT.

You know Kingsglaive? The scene of the night BEFORE the signing of the Treaty, when they are all celebrating on the rooftop??

Well, if you remember, there is some sort of Aquarium thingy on top of a staircase, and beneath it, a huge door that I headcanon would bring to the lower level of the acquarium thingy.

WELL.

That's PRECISELY where Luscinia and Ardyn decided to *finally* give in to the freaking lust and craving that had been building up in the past couple of years since their wedding.

Also, I like to imagine that, after getting married, Ardyn would start to borrow his wife neckscarf and wear it around his wrist, especially when they are separated and he cannot be with her.

Like, the man cares about her, but he knows she is a freaking black cat that won't give in that easily.

AND THAT SONG. THAT SONG IS JUST *PERFECT* FOR THEM. Bless my husband for suggesting it to me for them, because omg, it is so perfect.

AND OMG I CANNOT EVEN START TO SAY HOW HAPPY I AM WITH HOW THE ARTWORK TURNED OUT.

I know I am still learning, but I have to be honest, I am truly truly happy with how it turned out! All those little details, the way I managed to draw the boobieeeeeees!! AND THE SHADING OF THAT LEG. I peaked at that. I will never be able to colour anything this well.

Honestly, my poor eyes are burning for how long I worked on this, I need to truly rest a bit!

BUT IN THE MEANTIME, I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THIS!