#vanrouge.

receiving that affectionate head pat and praise made you forget about the rather … unique taste currently in your mouth but in the end, you inevitably have to excuse yourself to the restroom. you don’t think you could handle the taste lingering in your mouth even though you somehow managed to swallow it. truly, you tried your best.

when you leave, lilia’s letting out the hearty laugh that he’s been holding in ever since he saw your unprepared expression when he brought out his dish. the man shakes his head, leaning against the kitchen countertop with crossed arms and looking fondly at the place you sat on earlier. the corners of his lips tugging up into an amused smile.

general lilia with the most flirty and playful lover ever!! you who find your way on his lap however you please no matter what the setting was. you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing the sweetest kiss to his cheek before nuzzling against him, giggling when you feel how hot he starts to become and how he shifts beneath you.

“not here, sweetheart,” he sighed with a small frown, yet the arm that comes up to wrap around your waist suggested he wasn’t really upset with you. you love how his hand sets on your hip and rubs your flesh gently; it’s big and makes you feel safe, comforting the needy you. the gesture conveys a message only you would understand, that he would give his darling girl attention later. all of it.

but you’re not satisfied. you didn’t want his attention later. you needed it now. the pout and sound of a whine made it clear to the war general of briar valley.

compared to you, lilia had the patience of a saint, accumulating from the many years he had experienced before you. he knew that he couldn’t ever say no to you. he signed up for this, after all. besides, he was glad to spoil a pretty girl whenever. you always looked so cute when you got what you wanted.

“lilia…please? pretty pretty please?” you pleaded with a soft whine, looking up at him through your lashes while resting your cheek on his shoulder. “mister vanrouge isn’t a bad husband, right?”

sighing deeply with a defeated chuckle, the older man leaned back against his chair in the his office and waved baul and several captains out of the room. he could delay the meeting for a bit.

tugging him to the bed with a quiet whine before plopping down onto the soft mattress, you handed him a pair of white thigh highs; one of his favourites from your collection.

“Help me!”

the man raises a brow at you, seemingly waiting for something and only chuckled when you added a “please” to your request. he then goes on one knee, sighing softly and shaking his head at his demanding girlfriend but who could he blame really? it was he himself who has spoiled you rotten to the core, always going along your whims and never really giving you any serious consequences to it; he loved you too dearly to deny you anything.

with a gentle hand lifting your calf, he propped your heel to his thigh before slipping the sock up your leg, making sure to do it excruciatingly slow while maintaining eye contact with you, smiling with adoration clear in his eyes as he watches you hum in satisfaction while swaying your legs slightly; his hands caresses over your skin softly, as if he couldn’t get enough of you— every part of you.

“Stay still, sweetheart.”

he finishes the task with a firm squeeze to your thighs, hands resting there for a moment as he observes how it hugged your legs perfectly, digging into them just enough for your soft flesh to spill over in the way his eyes found most pleasing.

++ trey, jade, rook, malleus, lilia

“you know, they say that your beauty marks are where your past lover loved to kiss you most.”

you exclaimed excitedly to the older man, adjusting yourself on his lap comfortably while mindlessly playing with the necklace he had gifted you and you could feel his arms tighten around your figure.

“do you think mine was a pervert?”

you joked, laughing quietly at the beauty mark near your inner thigh while lilia smiles. a particularly wide one at that.

“perhaps he was,” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing delicate kisses to your nape. “must’ve been a lucky man to have been your lover.”

and a lucky man he was. he could never forget the joy you introduced into his life. you came barging your way in without a care that you were two different species that weren’t on good terms.

you were such a mischievous girl, worming your way into his heart despite his distaste towards a mortal being like you. one thing led to another, the general found himself holding you in his arms as if you were a delicate petal. his kisses for you were mostly gentle, but sometimes they were rough and needy, too.

and he loved kissing your inner thighs, pressing his lips softly against your heated skin all while maintaining eye contact with you lovingly. he’s always enjoyed how flustered you looked, squirming and whining at him for more.

the general loved resting in between your thighs, too. on the days where he didn’t need to deal with a mountain of responsibilities, he’s nestled comfortably in between your legs, resting his cheeks against your soft flesh and joking about how they’re his pillows from now on. he’d press kisses to that same spot on your inner thigh out of habit.

he remembers every moment, down to the smallest details and every expression of yours. you don’t remember these moments, and he doesn’t blame you. how he wished he could tell them all about it to you. maybe some other time.

he was content enough with the fact that he was able to be yours again even in a different lifetime.