#strohl fluff

“Still can’t get the fire going?” You ask, crouching next to him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. His clothes are soaking wet, much like yours. Strohl shakes his head, the furrow in his brows demonstrating that he’s not going to ask you for help. You chuckle at his stubbornness, he knows that you’re willing to take over any task but he insists on doing everything anyway. You pry the flint from his hand, rolling it around with your thumb and forefinger.

“This one looks like it has been through it. Or maybe it’s not even the real thing.” You put the rock aside, swapping it out with a spare from your pouch. Strohl finally manages to get a nice spark going, a barely audible “ooh” escaping his lips.

“I’m glad I have you around. Could you imagine if I had sat there striking it twenty times more and achieved nothing?” You giggle at the way your husband commends you, along with the image of him sitting there in agony with no results.

“Yeah of course I’m sticking around, silly. I’m not going anywhere.” You rub your hand up his arm and pinch his shoulder, once again met with the cold and soggy fabric of his coat. The external feeling has you all too aware of your own clothes sticking to your skin after being drenched in the rain. You shiver, pulling away to shield yourself from the cold.

After adding some more wood to keep the fire going strong, Strohl notices the effects of the cold on you. He brushes a wet strand of your hair back, away from your forehead. “We’re gonna catch a cold if our clothes don’t dry off…” He trails off, as if something else is on the tip of his tongue. He settles for another tangent instead of a solution. “I haven’t been drenched from heavy rain since I was a child, when I was having too much fun to listen to my parents’ pleas to come inside.”

“Heh. I’m sure they dragged you in and threw you into the bath after though.” You loved hearing about your lover’s stories of his childhood. He knew true peace then, even before he met you. He often felt guilty for living such a carefree youth, but you were there to remind him to keep those memories close to his heart and channel the gratitude he had instead.

You shrug off your jacket, squeezing out the excess dampness. Using what else you can find in your inventory, you set up a clothes line within the perimeter of the camp. You hang up your jacket and he trails behind you to follow suit.

You don’t stop there though. You pull off your shirt with a groan and don’t even hesitate to unclasp your bra, exposing your full torso. Strohl’s lips part ever so slightly, a flush of pink creeping onto his cheeks.

“Sorry…I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You look him in the eye as you reach for your pants, as if waiting for him to respond before continuing.

“My dear, why are you apologizing? I would never be against seeing all of you, as long as you’re comfortable.” His words fill you with more warmth than the fire could ever provide. You smile as you kick off your shoes and socks, allowing you to pull down your pants.

Instead of removing the final piece of decency holding you together in front of your beloved, you tug at the hem and let it snap against your skin. “You were the one concerned about catching a cold. And now look at you..” You say with a pout. “Need me to unbutton your shirt for you or something?”

The poor man. You were going to be the death of him if you kept teasing him. It was just so fun hearing his breath hitch and watching him struggle to keep it together, even after being married for a few months now. On top of that, he doesn’t ever tell you to stop. Until now, when he catches your wrist before you can even get to the second button of his tunic.

You were worried you had crossed the line. Quite the opposite, you realize when you’re met by his smirk.

“Don’t I deserve some incentive of my own? Like I don’t know, taking these off?” Strohl traces the fabric of your panties with a single finger.

“Naughty boy.” You purr. “You better hurry up then…”

Strohl is a gentleman and would never leave you waiting for too long. When both of you are as naked as the day you were born (except he still had the heart shaped necklace he never took off), you use an extra sheet to sit comfortably near the fire. Even after all of that bantering, only your hands are touching. You don’t know how you’re going to handle more though, when his fingertips on yours are driving you crazy.

“Your teeth are clattering, come here.” Strohl says, removing his hand from yours and caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. You were probably jittery from the high of your earlier exchange with your husband, which just added onto the cold. You slowly inch closer to him to envelop him in a hug from behind, breasts pressed against his back. You sigh at the contrast of your softness on his solid, sturdy back, nuzzling your cheek into the broad expanse that connects his shoulders. Your right hand reaches over to touch the black ink that makes up his family crest on his left bicep.

“You should get another tattoo.” You say with a charged look that he meets when he leans back into you, looking up into your eyes. “Underneath your clothes of course.”

Strohl laughs, and you feel the vibrations ripple against you now that there’s less space between you two. “You were already excited enough when you first saw I had even one. What are you going to do if I get one more?”

You hum, feeling your nipples rise against his skin. “You already know. Think back to our wedding night.”

“Oh you don’t even need to ask. I already replay that night in my head everyday.” You were beaming as recollections from that night took you back yourself. It was the first time you gave yourself fully to Strohl, as he did to you. Neither of you slept a wink that night, and it didn’t matter when you had the next morning for that, only to wake up and lose track of time all over again. As if the fire could telepathically read your thoughts, the flames crackled and grew stronger, enough to rouse more heat between your bodies.

“I hope I’m not too sticky.” You comment, and he shakes his head.

“No, you’re not. Besides, I like having you close. It’s been a while since it’s been just us” Strohl reassures you, bringing your hand that was stroking his bicep to his lips to kiss it. You melt into his touch with a sigh.

He was right. Alone time was fleeting on this trip. There was respite to sneak around a little bit for quick kisses or late night talks. But the runner wasn’t very accommodating for people sharing a bed, nor was there much space or privacy throughout the entire vehicle. Maybe it was fate that led to being rained in, without any risks of the group finding you anytime soon. You hoped that they were safe and would find you by morning, but that was a bridge to burn much later.

Right now, Strohl is turning around to face you completely. Your arms wrap around his neck, as do his around your waist, a soft beckon to scooch forward. Your noses touch, your breaths mingle, but you don’t climb onto his lap just yet. The moment is too soft to rush into as your mouths close the gap between your faces in a kiss. You steady yourselves, with you kissing his bottom lip while he focuses on your top lip, before hungrily moving his mouth more. You moan into him as the kiss deepens, tightening your grip around his neck, and he runs his hands along your spine.

You’re already dizzy from just one short ministration. You have to pull away to catch your breath. It’s all perfectly okay when it’s with him though, because he will always keep you grounded. He brings you back to him slowly as you regain your composure—one hand on your back and another on your inner thigh—only to lose it all over again. Strohl kisses you again with more passion. His tongue easily slides into your mouth to meet yours, and he continues to swallow more noises that emit from your throat. The roughness of his lips contrasts with the gentle stroke of his thumb on your sensitive skin down below. The delicious throb between your thighs compels you to wiggle towards him to feel his hand *there,* but he withdraws to cup your breast.

“Leon..” You whisper, as if his name is a hushed secret, after pulling away from the kiss with a *pop.* “I thought you were going to touch me…” He hums in response, leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip and then kiss your jaw.

“I am touching you.” Strohl moves down to your neck and you run your fingers through his hair, thumbs stroking his horns. He kisses everywhere down to your collarbones, not neglecting either side. He already knows all of your sweet spots like a route memorized, having left you a crumbling mess under him multiple times before. None of those spots are left unmarked, he reminds you where they are with multiple bites.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Strohl murmurs, mouthing the latest hickey. “I hope the next time we stay at an inn we have a full-length mirror so I can show you how pretty you are like this..” You whimper at the thought of him cradling you in his lap, forcing you to look or else he will stop, fully submitting you to his control in the most tantalizing way possible. “I know. You’d be such a good girl, like you always are.” He growls, lying you down while cradling your head, making sure you’re set as gently as possible. Even in his most desperate moments he fusses over you, like you’re made of fragile glass.

Once you’re lying on the sheet, Strohl hovers over you with his arms on either side of your head. His necklace dangles into your view, and you take it in your hand to kiss it. “Show me how much you missed having me..” Your plead is almost like a command, and he is ever at your service.

Strohl licks down the crevice between your breasts, rolling and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. He doesn’t just kiss the other one, he practically starts making out with it, dancing it to the rhythm of his tongue as he swirls it around. His teeth graze along the delicate flesh, and you’re glad you can scream in this cave without anyone hearing. He takes his sweet time encrypting your reactions into his mind, even as they’re travelling south to his nether regions. You whine for him to give your other breast the same amount of attention, and he smiles softly as if leaving the poor thing all soft and sweet and vulnerable with no stimulation was never on the table.

Your entire torso gets the same treatment, as he kisses down your stomach while massaging your hips. You want to shove his head between your thighs right then and there, but he would probably scold you for preventing him from revering your entire being first. His hands roam your legs in a motion, even going as far to give your feet a little squeeze, eliciting a giggle from you.

“I know you want it now. I want it so bad, my love, but I have to do this right.” He spreads your legs apart, and tests the waters with two fingers on your glistening clit, rubbing slow circles on the bud. He lifts up the hood to loosen you up more, stretching you out to take his fingers.

“Shit, you’re already clenching. You’re going to take me so well..” He scissors his fingers in you, then curls them at the angle to hit your g-spot. You’re tensing up already, and he has to take them out quickly to avoid overstimulating you.

“I want you to cum only on my cock tonight. Okay?” His cock, angry and red, is already positioned at your entrance. You nod obediently, and he kisses your temple as he lifts your hips to push into you. You moan at the full sensation, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt while he eliminates any space between you two.

You’re skin to skin, heart to heart, and face to face. Nothing ever feels just as perfect as the man who makes you whole. The very person who melted you from the start and always made you feel protected and cherished. You stare into his eyes that you’ve been lost in since day one, tears spilling out of your own.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” Strohl asks, concerned, gentle as he kisses your tears away.

“N-no, it’s just that…y-you’re so close.” Your words come out as a strangled cry. You can’t help it, you’re buried in the embers of his love, cradling the bond that the two of you share. It feels like the first time all over again, and he’s not even doing anything differently. “I missed you so much, Leon.”

He groans in response to you calling his name while he’s in you. The most obvious symbol of the relationship you two share, the name no one else but you calls him. It’s sacred, yet it feels so *sinful* to hear when you’re connected.

“I missed you too.” He leans in to kiss you open-mouthed. “I-I need to move, fuck, you’re so warm.” He was willing to just bask in the closeness for a little while longer, and then you said his name and his resolve disintegrated. You tap his shoulder to allow him to keep going, and he goes at a slow pace despite his faltering self-control. Each thrust is deeper than the previous, like he’s building up to where he was when he first entered, impassioned and dazed.

“Ah- I love you so much. Want you forever..” Your eyes squeeze shut and you dig your nails into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks of your own on him. Strohl quickens his movements, making your lips part with a gasp. “Nngh - need to feel all of you.” It was impossible to get even closer than this, and yet you kept grabbing onto him to push his skin onto yours. Your legs wrap around his waist to give you one last seal of connection.

It’s so easy for him to keep thrusting in and out, reminding you over and over again who you belong to. You open your eyes to catch him gazing upon you with lust-clouded, heavy-lidded eyes, then he leans down to kiss the dewy skin where your heart lies beating underneath. The pendant from his necklace brushes against your skin as he smooches the glistening area.

Strohl’s thrusts start to stutter, and you feel your body tense up all over again like they were in response to his fingers. You take his hand, interlocking your fingers with his and pull him down to kiss you again as he rubs agonizingly slow circles around your clit.

“Cum for me. I love you and I’ve got you.” He whispers hotly against your mouth. That’s the pinnacle of everything he has given you thus far, and all it takes for you to come undone, your muscles hot with a pulsating sensation that caresses instead of electrocutes you. He breathes heavily into your neck, right below the shell of your ear as you sense the loss of his cock, knowing he must have pulled out of you. You finish at relatively the same time, your backs arching in pleasure as the release paints itself onto the sheet.

Strohl collapses on you. His entire weight keeps you held down, but you don’t even care nor mind, as you’re too limp at the moment to even think about getting up. Your chest heave in sync, and the only sound echoing throughout the empty cave besides the fire is your inhales and exhales.

“Sorry, just give me a few moments. That was incredible..” Strohl breathlessly proclaims. You stroke his back and kiss his shoulder.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you enjoyed.” You know the moment he regains his composure he’s going to be fussing over you like you’re a doll, and you want him to feel the bliss lingering in the air for just a little while longer. It’s definitely affecting you, mixed with the musk of the cave and the burning wood next to your lovemaking station.

Strohl gets himself off of you, and you sigh from the loss of the feeling of *him. “*Oh Leon, don’t leave such a pretty little thing like me naked and alone.” You complete your dramaticism with an exaggerated swooning motion, the back of your hand keeling against your forehead.

“Do not fret, my lady,” He comes back with a damp cloth that he acquired using some spare water and toiletries that he never went anywhere without, gently swatting away your hands that are heavily petting all of the places he touched you. “I won’t let you ache any longer.” The way he cleans you up basically turns you on all over again, rubbing and massaging the soreness out of you like magic. He gets in between your legs, and you wink at him when you give him more access by wrapping your legs around his shoulders, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head.

“We’ll do it again later. Promise.”

He means it even though you both don’t know when later will come. After he uses the other side of the cloth to clean himself up, he carries you to the tent you had pitched right before working on the fire, and you still have to wait a little extra for him to put said fire out before climbing next to you.

“You seem to have everything we need for this kind of adventure. Almost like you were planning this.” You draw attention to the sleeping mat that just so happened to spawn when you needed it to get through the night, or at least until the group found you.

“Darling, you wound me if you think I would deliberately plan on trapping us in the rain.” He says in jest. “Other situations, however, were accounted for completely. I was going to plan something for a meteor shower, but the night never came. This feels just as perfect though.”