#warframe x reader

Eternalism was an odd concept. It dictated that time was not a singular line, but a branching prism wherein each choice dictated a different outcome. A concept where the past, present, and the future all converged into one box, happening at the same time.

Earth was not something that changed much after all these years, besides the Grineer camps and Cetus? You were well on your own, but thankfully you were.. In a much different area, a quieter one. No camps on sight. These Orokin ruins were your sanctuary, a semblance of peace away from the constant bustling market of Cetus, or the threat that the Grineer sometimes provoked in some of your tiny expedition. You were a scavenger, a dignified one at that! Surely! But you were no mythical Tenno, you had no.. What was it again? Warframe! You were just a scavenger with a penchant for the things left behind.

Today was supposed to be a lazy one. Not much finds and just you relaxing by the ruins catching some fish in hopes Night won't come as quick that Eidolons might come out.. Oh you hope not. You remember running from several Vomvalysts going back to Cetus. Despite not being much athletic then, that fear gave you the stamina to run faster than you ever had. But then again, it wasn't like you were anywhere near the Plain of Eidolons to worry.. Right?

You laid back, waiting for the fish to bite, none came. Only the sudden ripple of the water that scattered the fish away. What's happening? You furrowed your brows in confusion as the ground beneath you started to shake, an earthquake? Then, the sky tore open in ways that felt and looked like the universe was ending. You scrambled immediately, grasping your gear as you skittered somewhere to hide. Who wouldn't? There was a literal tear in the fabric of reality in front of you! Wasn't there a hotline for the Tenno? From the rift fell two figures, the force making your stuff almost fly out of your hands as you stumbled, the impact shattered centuries-old paving stones, throwing a wave of dust and a gust of wind that knocked you flat against the roots of a massive tree.

You coughed, rubbing your back as your ears were ringing. You scrambled backward into the hollow by the roots as you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your nervous breaths. What and who was that? You peered through the dust, seeing two beings, magnificent, attempting to rip each other apart. To the left seemed like a Warframe that looked more poised, its armor laced with green armor paired with the black, he was fluid and graceful in his own attacks, the polearm they both wielded clashed against one another. The one on the right, was more jagged and rough, each movement seemed to be fueled with a bloodlust you haven't felt before. The sheer force of their weapons meeting sent another shockwave through the clearing. You clamped a hand over your ears as the air blew against you.

You realized that if you stayed here, you were going to be vaporized. If a stray blast of jade light didn't turn you into ash, the concussive force of their polearms would pulp you against the tree! Which to be completely honest? Not one of those choices seemed good.

You hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and made a run for it. Scrap the equipment you left now, you could always buy new ones in Cetus! But could you buy a resurrection after being pulped by some beings that might potentially be far dangerous than the Tenno? No! You weren't risking it. You were careful. You were a scavenger! Used to avoiding the heavy Grineer patrols. You knew how to place your hands on the moss to avoid rustling the dead leaves, But you were, in the end, but a simple human.

As you shifted your weight to push off a broken slab of Orokin marble, the stone, weakened by their fighting, crumbled beneath your boot. Your codex scanner slipped from your grasp, bouncing against a piece of exposed rebar with a sharp, ringing sequence of metallic pings.

Everything seemed to still as you clumsily picked it up. Unaware of the two heads turning to your direction as you frantically tapped your codex scanner to stop the broken pings. One of them tilted it's head, approaching carefully and peeking over you, the other one, looking disrespected by the sudden change of attention, followed quick, shoving himself beside his counterpart.

You paused, slowly turning around as you felt yourself tremble as you saw the shadow fall over you. "I-I..I wasss… just… passing through!" You stammered, barely making it through your words. I mean, you don't know who else, beside the Tenno, used Warframes. Are they even Tenno? Or are they simply sentient warframes?

That would have been an interesting thought process!

If you cared about it right now!

The red one tilted his head and crossed his arms. His eyes seemingly narrowed as he stared at you, curiosity present in their gazes. You looked like a trembling rat caught with cheese in it's mouth.One of them kneeled down curiously, the green one looking closely at you. A human still made of flesh and not entirely Corpus or Warframe upgrades felt a little odd for them. A finger poked your cheek, causing your fear to disappear completely. To be replaced with absolute baffled confusion. It was as if the green-laced being was checking to see if you would shatter, or perhaps if you were merely a very detailed hologram?

The red one stepped into your personal space right after it's green counterpart. The two were clearly filled with curiosity towards your presence, sure they've seen their share of weaklings, but something about you felt off, in a good way. You held your breath, pressing your back hard against the dirt and stone behind you. An awkward silence between the three of you echoing, accompanied by the pings of your codex scanner.

The red one reached out, you closed your eyes shut, waiting for your end. But nothing came. Instead, you felt a slight tug on your shoulder. You cracked an eye open, seeing the red warframe grabbing your backpack. You flinched as he lifted it effortlessly, turning it over in his hands. He gave it a firm shake, the loose bolts, scavenged morphics, and your half-eaten lunch rattled inside. You winced internally, grabbing your backpack from the red warframe's hands. He paused, seemingly unimpressed by your stuff, the green..one? You know what, you didn't know their names!

Greenie, gave a hard look against Reddie. Reddie huffed, seemingly how a warframe looked to be rolling his eyes. He then pointed a finger at you, the dirt, then back at you.

Stay put. The gesture communicated clearly. It's not like you were gonna risk getting sliced at the moment. The green one, having recovered from being shoved, glided back to your side. Although they weren't fighting anymore, a silent standoff ensued between the two of them as they stared eachother down. . "Uh.." you whispered, your voice cracking. "I... I really need to get back to Cetus." Neither of them looked at you in response.

Greenie, looked around, pausing as he grabbed something from the rubble. An.. An Ayatan Star! You sat straight up, his eyes briefly glancing at you, then, throwing the trinket over to you, which you caught quickly. His helm bowed slightly. It was a gesture of peace, an offering.

You stared at the glowing star, this thing could feed you and pay a few housing fees for at least a few months! "T-thank you?" He seemed to resonate with a self-satisfied hum at your thanks. Reddie looked indignant, another huff leaving him as he stomped away to a distance and marched towards the pond you were previously fishing in. Unceremoniously he striked his spear into the water, despite this, you were surprised at the amount of fish that hung at the end of it. He seemed skilled in silence.

He slid the fishes off and threw them your way, letting out an oof sound as you felt your air get knocked out of your lungs. He paused for a second before speedwalking back to your direction. He then crossed his arms and stared down at the green one, his crimson visor pulsing with a triumphant glow.

I brought meat. Your Ayatan Star is inferior!

Probably what his body language said. You sat frozen, an Ayatan star in one hand and a giant, slippery fish thrashing wildly in your lap, covering your suit in slime. "This is..." You gently pushed the fish off your lap, letting it flop into the damp grass. "...very generous. Both of you." You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet. You grabbed your discarded backpack, hastily shoving the Ayatan star inside.

"I'm going to walk away now..!" you announced, taking a slow, measured step backward. You pointed toward the dense treeline that led back to the plains. "That way!.. Towards the market. Where normal people are… not that you two aren't normal people! You are but like.. Ehh…" You sputtered, avoiding their gazes as you continued to sneak away.

Greenie immediately stepped to your right side.

Reddie immediately stepped to your left side.

You stopped. They stopped.

You took two steps forward. They matched your pace perfectly.

"You guys aren't going to just... go back into that portal?" you asked, pointing a trembling finger at the swirling tear in reality that was still spiraling in the center of the courtyard.

You probably needed to call a Tenno for that.

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⬤ Sirius is the more playful of the brothers; he’s the type to put bunny ears behind Orion and wonders why he gets pissed.

⬤ I see Sirius as a huge tease; he leaves a trail of respectful, fleeting touches just to get a reaction sometimes. (Think harmless side swipes, arm touches, the brushing of hands)

✦ Orion is the clingier of the two, even if he doesn’t show it all the time. Sirius def gets kicked harder when Orion hasn’t had his elected Drifter time and hovers over Drifter like a cloud when they’re out and about on the relay. They both do, but Orion has to be that inch closer.

✦ I picture Orion as being more demanding with his touches, pulling at the edge of your sleeve, grabbing your hand, and maneuvering you as he sees fit.

⁠ʚɞ I like to imagine if the brothers ever danced with the Drifter, they’d purposefully make them dizzy, and the Drifter, all the while, is trying not to lean onto one so as not to make the other jealous.

⁠ʚɞ Sirius and Orion find the appeasement amusing.

⁠ʚɞ They both have jealousy issues. Bad jealousy issues.

⁠ʚɞ You're telling me they kick each other around just so one can be in transferrence for no reason? Bah humbug.

⁠ʚɞ Their fights may or may not have been over the Drifter in the past, and the Drifter knows nothing of it.

Note: I haven't written anything for a few years, but I wanted to start again bc I love my husband! Took me a few months to write this (since February lol) since I was getting back into the groove of it, and I wanted it to be perfect- at least something I'm happy enough with. I needed to get my brain juices working again for writing. I did my best to make this gender neutral so anyone can read it. I also wanted to make Arthur as sweet as possible, idk stuff you can giggle at and kick your feet to. I took inspiration from his possible confession to Drifter and my dreams (plus all the KIM chats)... Idk if this is too long or what, lowkey going through something I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy <3!

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There we go, that should be enough... 

I made my way back to the mall on my Atomicycle, becoming lost in my own thoughts. I dodged hordes of Scaldra as I drove through the streets of Höllvania, ignoring their yelling and shooting. Thankfully, they never have the best aim anyway. After all the time I’ve spent here, I knew exactly which route to take and every little shortcut to the mall.

I've been away for a few months, checking in with the Hex every now and then through the KIM chats. They needed help fighting off the techrot and scaldra, so here I am! I was preoccupied helping the other protoframes, mainly Roathe, in the Descendia while the kid did their own thing with memories. Reliving past trauma like that isn’t something I’d be stoked for… I want to do something for them to make it easier, so I’ve been working hard on my end. Assisting the protoframes in XX99 proved to be more of a challenge than I bargained for... I didn't quite understand it, but I still knew what I had to do. 

I sped into the garage, finally escaping the heat of summer. It feels surreal coming back here. It's been a while, and it’s making me feel jittery. The roaring engine echoed throughout the garage as I downshifted. I skidded to a stop and hopped off, running into the mall. I said my quick goodbyes to Aoi as I walked off. It feels good to finally be back here. Compared to Duviri, this place feels like a proper home with lots of friendly faces.

The garage isn’t too far from where Arthur usually hangs out. If I go just a little further, I might be able to see him. My body felt as if it was moving forward on its own, and I suddenly became aware of how fast my heart was beating. I discreetly looked over and, surprisingly, he wasn’t there. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed yet relieved at the same time. I think I need more time to mull things over before trying to talk to him.

I moseyed off to where Lettie is to turn in what I had. As I approached her, she turned to me, eyeing the supplies I managed to round up.

Lettie smirked and gave her little rat, Tláloc, a scratch behind the ear. "Good job out there, my friend. And hey. Don't go away for so long next time, you hear?" 

I smiled despite knowing I'm still in my Warframe. "You got it. See ya later, Lettie."

I bullet jumped away, my heart pounding. There was only one thought on my mind. As I rapidly approached the arcade, I could hear someone hyperventilating and shrieking. I turned my head and saw a wide grin on Amir's face.

"YOU'RE BACK!" He screamed. "Please, please, PLEASE, can we play Fables and Frontiers?" Amir groaned dramatically and fell to his knees. "I've been dying to continue the story! I pretty much wrote the whole thing already; I just need you to play it. Pleeeeease?" 

I hopped out of my Warframe and cupped a hand around my mouth to shout back, "I promise we will soon, I'm just gonna rest for a bit! I look forward to knowing what happens next!" 

Amir nodded enthusiastically and gave me a thumbs-up, "Okay, but don't make me wait too long! Seriously, I'm going crazy…" He muttered.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I smiled at him and waved goodbye, hopping back into my Warframe. On my way to the stairs of my room, I could see Arthur staring absentmindedly at the roof at his usual spot. As I got closer, his gaze settled on me. It was enough to make my legs feel weak, not that it mattered while I was in my Warframe. He was quick to hide a surprised look on his face with one corner of his lip curled into half a smile. He lifted a few fingers from the desk he was leaning on as a greeting. 

“Well, isn’t this a surprise? Welcome back, Drifter.” Arthur said, leaning forward as I approached. 

There was a certain warmth about him that made him so enticing, despite coming off as cold or unbothered at times. I’ve only caught a glimpse of it, but deep down, he could be sweet when he wanted to be. I briefly recalled how he got me some medicine from Lettie when I was unwell. I never asked for it, but somehow he noticed after we did a mission together. An action so simple, yet it still stuck with me. Orrrr I’m just reading into it too much. 

My heart skipped a beat just getting closer to him. “Yeah, here I am.” I let out a small laugh, but on the inside, I was panicking. Is that really all I can muster to say? After all this time? It felt like too much time had passed as I tried to think of something- anything to say, “So-”

“Could I-”

We both cut each other off.

“Sorry, you go.” Arthur motioned to me. 

I was grateful my Warframe could hide my face burning from embarrassment right now. “No, that’s my bad. I was gonna ask how you’ve been doing….” I shifted awkwardly in place- the only thing I can’t hide is my body language. 

Arthur's brows furrowed slightly as his eyes scanned me. “Been doing a lot of thinking… Can I drop by and speak to you later? Privately.”

I was taken aback. “Uh- yeah, sure.” I blurted out. I could feel anxiety bubbling up in the pit of my stomach. 

“Right, I’ll see you later. Be ready for me.” There was an unmistakable teasing tone to Arthur’s voice, giving me butterflies. 

While he didn’t give an approximate time or anything, I didn’t want to question it. I was more focused on the fact that he wanted to speak to me.

Alone.

Everything we said to each other after that jumbled in my mind, and I already forgot what just happened. I could feel his eyes following me as I sprinted up the stairs; his words replaying in my mind drove me forward.

It felt like years had gone by since I last saw him in person, and the only thing I'd have to look at was his profile picture on the chats. Of course, it’s not the greatest quality, but as pathetic as it sounds, it would help me get through rough days when I missed him the most. It was still nice to see his face up close, even if it was only for a brief moment.

As much as I want to speak to him, I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of him in my current state. I'm exhausted after today and too flustered to speak to him properly since it's been a while… I only felt more anxious thinking of all the possible scenarios that could play out, or what he wanted to talk about. 

As I phased through the door of my room, I leaped over the railing on the second floor and out of my Warframe. I collapsed on the couch near the navigation and stared at the ceiling. A long sigh escaped my lips and turned into a raspberry. I let my eyes close and huffed again. It's been nearly 5 months since New Year's, and we did it, we managed to put off Entrati for now, but... I never got to tell Arthur how I feel. I still haven’t, obviously. 

Now he wants to talk to me about something important, and it could either be a chance to finally do it or he’s going to shut it down immediately. At this point, he definitely noticed my awkward behavior around him, and it’s likely what he's going to bring up. I know that out of everything, it's probably the least serious situation, but I can't help but feel troubled. It's probably too soon to try to confess. I screwed up so many conversations with him, and I don't know if he only sees me as a comrade or if there's a possibility he feels the same way. Either way, I can’t find the courage to say anything to him, especially now. 

Arthur wanting to visit me will probably force one out though…

Since New Year's, he seems more relaxed, at least from what I could tell when I would text him, but he's probably just happy I helped him and the Hex survive. I grumbled and rubbed my temples, rolling over to stare at all the little planet models on my navigation. 

I could go anywhere. 

Anywhere in the universe and hell, maybe even Duviri if I really wanted to… But none of it would be worth anything if I couldn't tell Arthur how I feel. Just the little possibility of being with him makes my heart skip a beat. He has completely consumed my thoughts. 

At every waking moment, I can't help but think about him. Even before closing my eyes to try and sleep, he's all I can picture in my mind. Damn, it makes me feel pathetic with how I'm completely and utterly in love with him... I feel guilty just imagining kissing him, holding hands, or cuddling, but there’s nothing else I want more. I’m like a schoolgirl with a huge crush.

I groaned, feeling my cheeks warm up just thinking about it, but that made me feel even worse. I can’t tell if my stomach's churning with mushy feelings or disgust with myself for thinking about this at all.

Even Quincy offered to help me so many times despite being shocked I was into him, but-

"There you are." Arthur’s gruff voice sounded from behind me.

I almost jumped off the couch- It's as if my thoughts summoned him here. I sat up quickly and cleared my throat, trying to look as normal as possible. I didn't even hear him come up the stairs, let alone walk up behind me. I wasn’t expecting him to be here so soon either. It’s only been a few minutes since we spoke.

"Hope you don't mind that I've let myself in," Arthur said, "I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait any longer." He glanced away for a moment before looking back at me.

My face already felt hot just being under his gaze. "Yeah, of course, it's no problem." I smiled and scooted over, patting the spot next to me. "What's up? I know it's been a little while since I've been back… I'm sorry about that." I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck and tried my best to avoid his watchful gaze. He grunted as he sat down next to me, his fingers entwined in between his legs. 

"It has," Arthur stated simply, staring off in front of him. 

He was quiet, seemingly lost in thought. I took the chance to really admire his features. His hair cascading over his eyes, his adorable nose, lips slightly parted like he was about to say something.

"Have I ever upset you?" For a split second, he looked surprised that those words left his mouth. His brows furrowed and his eyes diverted again.

A meek "huh?" was all I could force out of my mouth. 

I admit that I haven't been chatting very often with the Hex on my little break, but Arthur seems... Different in a way. His usual collected demeanor seemed more like an antsy, confused one.

He exhaled sharply and brushed his hair out of his face just for it to fall back into place. 

"You're jumpy around me. Not comfortable like you are with the others. Have I done something to upset you? Since New Year's, I mean." He asked. 

"No, no. I'm sorry, I just-" I winced at my own words, unsure of how to go about this. "I'm just- I don't know, I don't want to upset you..."

There was a small pause. Arthur’s face contorted, and he put his arm over the couch, facing me. I could feel his fingers brushing against my shoulder, where they lingered. Despite them being cool to the touch, I felt immense heat wash over me. I took small breaths, not wanting to move.

"You don't want to upset me?" He repeated inquisitively in a playful tone. There was an amused look on his face.

I scoffed and attempted to hide my flushed face from him, "Yeah, it's not something I want to uh- that I want...But I do like you, of course." I realized what just came out of my mouth. "I mean, I like everyone here. That's why I'm still… here." 

I mentally face-palmed. I’m making such a damn fool out of myself, getting embarrassed so easily. I noticed his lips were pursed slightly, like he was trying not to laugh at my stumbling words. He’s sweet trying to spare me by not just doing it, but it’s odd. I’m seeing so many new reactions from him other than his usual serious look. 

"Good to know." He let out a quiet but relieved sigh. It felt like a few minutes had passed before he spoke again, "You know, while you were gone, we've all missed having you around… I know I did. Couldn't stop thinking about you." 

My breath caught in my throat. I stared at him with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

"That got your attention, didn't it?" He looked as if he was trying to hide a grin, making my heart flutter. "I know I can be an old pain in the arse, and I know I didn't make it easy for you to get to know me." He rubbed his jaw, eyes flicking to the floor. "I appreciate you sticking around. Not just by me, but the Hex too. I uh..." Arthur grumbled and muttered something to himself. 

I was quite literally sitting at the edge of my seat, hanging on his every word. 

"...Arthur?" My heart drummed in my chest; it felt like it could burst then and there. I've never seen him like this before.

Arthur looked at me, and his shoulders relaxed. My breath hitched as he took my hand in his. "I'm not very good at this..." He said quietly, his eyes glancing down to his thumb now brushing over my knuckles, "but I'm trying for you." 

"...Are you asking me out?" I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

He looked up at me again, his alluring eyes glimmering in the light. "Heh. That obvious? While you were gone, the place was too damn quiet… Didn't like it. It took me too long to realize how much happier you’ve made me. Kept catching myself thinking about you, waiting for whenever you’d send me a text, or trying to figure out what to say to you... Gods, I feel like a bloody fool for not realizing sooner." He scoffed and slumped his shoulders a bit, smiling down at the floor. 

"Well, I guess we're both bloody fools, as you say." I laughed and squeezed his hand. My heart melted. I loved seeing this side of him. "I feel the same way… To be honest, I wasn't sure whether you liked me or saw me only as a teammate. I feel like I've said so many dumb things to you over those chats, too. It's hard to tell how you really feel when we text, and in person, you're just as serious."

Arthur stared at me blankly for a moment. "You really thought I didn't like you? Not even a little bit?"

I shrugged, and he offered me a crooked smile with a chuckle, causing my face to burn from embarrassment. 

He hummed, exhaling through his nose. "Guess I didn't know how to talk to you either. You were skittish around me, and I didn't want to push you. I've seen what you can do out there... I was worried you might’ve held a grudge." His thumb brushed over the top of my hand, the same one that his blade went through in our first meeting. "I know it's healed now, but I'm sorry." 

I hesitantly raised my hand, placing it lightly on the side of his face to look up at me. "You already apologized to me on New Year's, you don't have to apologize again. I probably would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed."

“Like I’d let you get close enough to do that.” Arthur teased, a smirk returning to his features. 

I laughed, my previous uneasy and fatigued state melted away as I stroked his face, his stubble tickling my fingers. Doing this already felt like second nature.

I bit my lip as I studied his face for a moment before speaking, "...Would it be bad to say that even while fighting you, I found you very handsome anyway? I think I already liked you by then." 

Arthur let out a hearty laugh, something that I don’t get to hear often. It made my heart flutter. "Sol, I don't know if I should be happy or concerned about that." 

“How about you just be happy about it?” I said with a huge grin plastered on my face. I could just die from happiness right now. 

A soft chuckle left his lips, and he put his free hand against my cheek. I leaned into his touch and beamed at him. I could almost see the sparkles in my eyes in his own gaze - oh, how much I love looking into his eyes. To think that I could barely hold eye contact for longer than 5 seconds, to now staring into them as we both held each other. I shivered as Arthur brushed my hair behind my ears.

He stared at me with a smile gracing his features, "Look at you, all smiley. Adorable..."

"I'm smiling because this is something I thought I could only dream of..." I admitted, looking away bashfully. 

Arthur tilted my head to face him again. My heart skipped a beat as his thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes bored into my own.

"You don't have to dream about it anymore." He slowly leaned in, our noses almost touching. "I'm right here." His voice dropped an octave, barely a whisper.

I glanced down at Arthur’s lips; unsurprisingly, he caught on. His lips ghosted over mine, teasing, but patient. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I could swear my whole body was rocking with how my heart thumped in my chest. I felt the warmth of his breath fanning against my face because of how close he was. His was calm and steady, while mine was shaky. 

"Could I kiss you?" Arthur asked with a softness that would make anyone swoon. 

It was unexpected that the hardened soldier could have such a gentle voice, and I was lucky enough to hear it. I let my body respond, tenderly pressing my lips against his. He paused for a moment before kissing me back. I let my hands wander, tracing the ridges on his jaw and up through his hair. A quiet groan escaped from him, igniting a fire deep within me. Arthur cupped my face and kissed me feverishly as if he had been eager to do so for a long time.

I returned his barrage of kisses in full, all the pent-up emotion I felt for him in each one. All those months I’ve spent yearning for him and all those months apart pouring into each kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me gently, but with a firmness that made my pulse spike. I moaned quietly into the kiss, his hold tightened on me, but I welcomed it. My thoughts raced as Arthur’s fingers brushed through my hair, sending shivers down my spine like a shockwave. He guided me onto his lap, holding me flush against his body as I straddled him.

I found my hands on his shoulders, sliding them up to the nape of his neck. My fingers brushed through his short hair, tugging down gently. A small groan sounded from him. Arthur tilted his chin up and deepened the kiss, his hand pushing the back of my head as the other held my hips with a firm grip. The rest of the world slipped away in his embrace, and the taste of his lips was addictive. 

How many times have I imagined kissing him this way?

My face grew hotter as I noticed my arousal growing, a deep ache that settled between my legs. I let my mind wander, imagining how badly he must want to free himself from all that armour- especially in the nether regions. I adjusted my hips, feeling Arthur tense below me. I perked up hearing a breathy moan from him. Despite multiple layers of cloth and a steel plate separating us, I could feel how stiff he was. My breathing shallowed as Arthur became more handsy- he knows I can feel him.

He pushed my head deeper into the kiss and slid his hand roughly to the small of my back, pulling me even closer into him. I felt his hips shift up beneath me, lifting me like a rolling wave. I let a small moan escape my lips- the smallest amount of stimulation rubbing against me only made me crave him more.

Want more.

Arthur let out a victorious hum, and his grip on my shirt tightened. He wanted to figure out what else I would react to, and he’s definitely not the type of man to give up until he gets what he wants. As much as I wanted to keep this up with him, my need to breathe was greater. I reluctantly pulled away and took a deep breath. He looked at me with lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed through his nose. 

Is this really happening? If this is a dream, I don't want it to end.

"This okay?" Arthur asked breathlessly as if he had heard my thoughts, his voice barely above a whisper. 

I stared at him, studying his features as I caught my breath. It feels like I’ve been yanked back into reality from what felt like a fever dream running on pure adrenaline. 

Arthur is really here, beneath me, touching me, loving me… 

His hair’s ruffled, and his cheeks are flushed. My gaze lowered to his parted lips. I brushed my hand forward along his jaw, gliding my thumb over his lips and tracing the metal that adorned his chin. I hummed and nodded my head before smashing my lips into his hungrily, barely giving either of us a chance to catch our breath, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

Arthur groaned and enveloped me in his arms, both of us breathing heavily. His hands caressed every inch of my body; every light touch from his fingers made me feel like I was on fire, and I only wanted more. I gasped, feeling his cool hands slip under my shirt, slowly trailing up behind my back as he squeezed my ass with his free hand. I let out an almost desperate whine. My whole body ached for him- needed him.

I can’t take this teasing anymore. I need to get out of these clothes. 

I traced my hand down from his shoulders to his lower abdomen, letting the anticipation build. Arthur grabbed my hand and pulled back. He was brooding again, yet his face was rosy. 

"You sure about this?" Arthur was asking for my consent again, but I could see in his eyes how deeply he was yearning for my touch. 

I reassured him, "There's nothing else I want more than you." 

Without skipping a beat, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the velvet chaise near the railing. It was a welcome change of scenery, even if it was only a few steps away. More intimate with the dim light… I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting myself melt against him. I moaned as our lips met again. A quiet groan slipped from him in response.

My hands clutched at his shoulders as he carried me. Heat pooled in my stomach, a delicious ache that had nothing to do with the kiss alone. I felt the soft landing of the velvet chaise below me as Arthur put me down and towered over me. We stared at each other for a moment, faces flushed and breathing in sync.

This was a view I could get used to.

The intense look in his eyes as he breathed heavily, his hair cascading over his ethereal features. He looked ready to pounce.

Arthur leaned down, placing kisses along my neck. He sucked the skin, making sure to leave a mark that would last. The warmth of his breath made me shiver, and I couldn't deny the ache in my body any longer. It’s as if he were drawing this out on purpose just to hear me beg for him. 

"Arthur, please." I pleaded meekly.

"Patience, love." He murmured against my neck, his stubble tickling me. 

My chest tightened in the best way. I arched toward him, the heat between us growing with each heartbeat. He pulled me closer, and I could feel his careful, deliberate movements, how attuned he was to every shiver and sigh I let slip. For a moment, we just breathed together, hearts racing, soft moans, eyes closed. Every touch and every kiss was a conversation we didn’t need words for. Arthur pushed himself up, his knees planted on either side of me.

His eyes bored into my own as he removed his armour. 

His fingers pulled painstakingly slow at the straps, the fabric whistling as it hung loosely before he tossed them aside. He took his time stripping, revealing more of himself with every armor plate he removed. Arthur's usual appearance didn’t leave much to the imagination, but seeing his built body underneath it all was breathtaking- better than any of my many fantasies about him. His chest was mostly spared from the techrot down from his collarbone, and his abs contoured nicely in the dim light.

This was the perfect body of an active soldier. I took note of his chest hair as my eyes wandered down to his happy trail. 

He keeps himself well-groomed… No amount of techrot could change how delicious Arthur looked, and it only made me want him more. He’s perfect in every single way- just the way he is. I watched with bated breath as he started to fumble with the armour around his nether region. 

Arthur paused, a boyish grin on his face as he looked down at me through his two-toned locks, “Like what you see?” 

I pursed my lips and nodded, “...But I wanna see more.” I murmured. 

My words ignited something deep within him- his lips caught mine, feeling sloppy and needy. I brushed my hand over his chest and stomach, gently pushing him back up. His brows furrowed slightly as he watched my every move. Every scar he had held a story, and one day, I might know them all. I wanted to memorize each one as my fingers glided across them, going lower and lower. 

I traced his muscles, feeling them relax under my touch. I discreetly peeked at Arthur’s face. He looked pleased, at ease for once- his hardened exterior softening with every gentle and loving touch. For a tough military man, he was definitely a softie deep down. I swallowed my uneasiness away,  brushing down through his happy trail and over the steel plate that covered what I was aching to see and touch. 

"Alright, you, hands to yourself," Arthur warned playfully. 

I giggled quietly and allowed myself to fall back into the velvet chaise. His eyes diverted back to where his hands were, so I took the chance to throw off my shirt and fumble with my pants, just to speed things up a little. To my dismay, Arthur swiftly grabbed my wrists with one hand, pinning them down above my head.

He tutted and gave me a sweet kiss, but I could tell he was holding back. "I thought you’d behave." His eyes wandered to my exposed body.

He hummed and grabbed a strap from his armor, tying my wrists together. I pulled at them, unable to move my hands down to touch him anymore. 

"...You're killing me here." I pouted. 

“Yeah.” An amused look spread across his face. “I know.”

My stomach tightened at his words.

Arthur leisurely trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and atop each breast. A sigh escaped my lips, catching his attention. He looked up at me through his lashes. I blushed and turned away in embarrassment. Just moments ago, I was hurriedly removing my clothes, but I couldn’t help but feel flustered by how he stared. 

"Gorgeous," Arthur murmured.

Warmth followed each movement as he caressed my chest, brushing his thumb over my nipple and sliding his hand down my body. He lowered his face to my chest, swiping his tongue over my nipple, trailing kisses to my lower abdomen. 

I tensed without meaning to, he noticed. 

“Easy…” Arthur said quietly. Not as a command, but something softer, sweeter. 

A single word from him was enough to drive me mad. His honeyed words were such a stark contrast to how he’d usually speak, all reserved for me now. My breath caught as he drew closer, his touch more deliberate and careful. Every small movement he made sent a shiver throughout me, my body reacting faster than my thoughts. His hand continued to move down more slowly, as if he were giving me time to react. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my pants and tugged them down, my underwear going along with them. I shivered as I was exposed to the cold air. 

Arthur had a pleased look on his face, seeing how wet I was for him already. He put two fingers up to my lips, slowly parting them. I opened my mouth and coated his fingers with saliva, sucking on them gently. He watched with lidded eyes, muttering something that I didn’t catch. I managed to hold his gaze as I sucked, separating his fingers with my tongue. He smirked, pulling away, and parted my folds, coating his fingers with my arousal before rubbing my entrance.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt myself opening up, his digits slowly pushing deeper. I pursed my lips and watched as he pumped them knuckle deep- in and out at a slow pace.

It felt like a long-time fantasy coming true. He was only working me with his fingers, yet I could feel immense pleasure blooming deep within me. I swallowed and pulled at the restraints, trying to steady myself, but it was useless. He noticed everything. The way I shifted, the way my breathing hitched. A quiet hum left him, thoughtful, like he was learning me piece by piece. 

A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

“There it is,” the soldier muttered under his breath with a damn smirk on his face.

Heat rushed to my face at the way he said it. I tried to hold back the sounds building in my throat, but they slipped out anyway, soft and unsteady. I hid my face and pursed my lips, unable to hold his gaze any longer. 

I felt his hand still, the pleasure leaving as quickly as it came. 

“Don’t.” Arthur said softly, “I want to hear you.”

All the attention he was giving me, the way he was watching my every move, was all too much. My head dipped back, breath catching as he continued, slower this time. He was dragging it out on purpose. It didn’t take him long to figure me out, and he somehow knew exactly how to push every button to get a reaction from me.

"Arthur…" My voice came out weaker than I expected. 

“I know, darling…” Arthur pulled his fingers out and shuffled back to settle on his stomach.

With how small the chaise was, he had to kneel before me as if he were worshipping my body. My heart raced as he lowered his face between my thighs, propping them up on his shoulders. He pulled me closer to him and watched me fiercely as he gave me a long lick.

I whined, and my legs twitched, squishing his head. His arms wrapped around them, and he held my thighs apart with his hands. His cool, metallic fingers dug into the fat of my thighs. I felt like I was already tipping over the edge with how his tongue swirled and lapped over my swollen heat. The feeling of Arthur’s lips suctioning around it, teasing me faster before slowing down. His stubble tickled me in sensitive parts of my body, always catching me off guard. 

No matter how I turned my head or closed my eyes, he examined my every move and reaction, likely taking a mental note of what I liked and didn't. There wasn’t a single damn thing I didn’t like- I wanted it all as long as it was him giving it to me.

“S-shit, I…” Moans flowed out of my mouth as I felt myself becoming undone under his touch. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body as he continued. He hummed against my flesh, the vibration amplifying my pleasure. I could feel him smiling as I struggled to form a coherent sentence as he continued devouring me. 

My stomach tensed as Arthur gave me a slow final lick and kiss before raising his head. He placed sloppy kisses along my inner thigh, sucking and biting gently. As he went along, I could already see love bites forming. A satisfied hum left him before placing a gentle kiss on my core and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I pursed my lips and stifled a moan as he continued to tease me. He sucked gently and continued to lap up the juices flowing out of me. 

I held back another cry, my legs closing around his head once more. I felt his cool fingers enter me as his tongue teased me. Arthur’s fingers curled within me, rubbing over a sensitive spot, making me cry out. My legs quivered from all the attention he was giving me. 

"S-sorry." I muttered in embarrassment, a small moan escaping my lips soon after. 

He responded by giving me a long lick. I gasped and shut my eyes, trying to stifle my moans and keep my legs from crushing him. 

"Let me hear you, love," Arthur repeated, his voice low and tender.   

His hot breath fanning against my dripping core sent a shockwave throughout my body. My breath hitched as he added another finger and massaged me with his thumb. He gave me a lick and lifted his head, his piercing eyes staring into my soul as if he were saying ‘You’re mine’. I let out a loud moan and called his name as he quickened the pace once more, watching helplessly like putty in his hands as his fingers pumped in and out. A knot deep in my stomach tightened, begging for a release. I mewled through my pursed lips, trying my hardest not to give in then and there.

Just the sight of him between my legs was too much to handle. 

"Arthur, I-I don't know how much more I can take of this." I struggled to say between moans. 

Arthur pulled his fingers out of me gently. Before I could say anything, he helped himself to one last taste, or so I thought. I failed miserably to hold back my cries and shut my eyes, moaning his name again. I felt helpless against him. He was unraveling me with ease, and I was at his mercy. He greedily lapped and sucked, pushing me further and further to the edge. Moans and praises flowed out of my mouth as I absentmindedly rocked my hips against his face. 

Just as I nearly reached my climax, Arthur pulled away, leaving me a huffing mess. His chin glistened with a mix of my arousal and his saliva, and he looked very content with himself and the effect he had on me. He crawled up above me, his eyes scanning my flushed face. I probably looked like a mess with what he’s put me through so far, but he stared at me with nothing but admiration and yearning in his eyes. A groan rumbled in Arthur's throat as he licked his lips before smashing them into my own. We moaned into the kiss, our lips moving rhythmically together with hunger. 

Tasting myself on his lips was erotic.

He leaned over me, and I could feel the restraints loosen. My hands flew to the back of his head, brushing through the short hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled him down against me, wrapping my legs around him. I snuck my hand between us, squeezing his crotch. Arthur's breath hitched, and his hips jolted into my touch. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, making him pull away.

“How dare you…” He said breathlessly, a small playful smile on his face.

I giggled. "Let me return the favor."

He silently obliged and sat back, pulling me up with him. He watched as I removed the armour plate and undergarments restricting his cock, and it sprang out. Arthur let out a provocative sigh of relief, his eyes closed. He was well endowed, and there weren't any noticeable signs of his affliction- it wouldn't have stopped me anyway. His tip was swollen and wet with pre cum, all this waiting was probably killing him. I can't imagine how difficult it was to keep all this under that tight armour, yet he still prioritised my pleasure over his.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you." I wasted no time wrapping my hand around the base of his length, pumping him at a fast pace. 

Arthur groaned and pulled me into an eager kiss, as if he were begging for a release himself. I kept up the same pace for a while longer, stopping to pat the space behind me. It was a tacit understanding, and he switched places with me, lying down on the plush pillows. I lowered my head to his member and kissed the tip, swiping my tongue over the head to taste the pre cum that coated it. His eyes fluttered closed, and a soft moan escaped his lips. I stroked him with a firm grip, sliding my mouth over his tip with hollowed cheeks and swirling my tongue. I released it with a pop and licked my lips.

Finally being able to taste him brought heat between my legs; it was almost unbearable despite how generous he’s been with me so far. And oh, he tasted absolutely divine. I eagerly licked the base of his member, back up to his tip, and wrapped my lips around him, continuing to tease him. 

“Gods…” Arthur breathed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

As I took his length deeper in my throat, I looked up at him, his visage serene and his mouth slightly parted. I forced myself further down with my cheeks hollowed, trying not to gag as he twitched in my mouth. Arthur ran his fingers through my hair and left his hand on the side of my head, caressing me with his thumb as I bobbed my head slowly. His cock poked the back of my throat as I picked up the pace, creating lewd noises as I took him deeper. It pushed him even closer to the edge as his gruff moans became louder. It was like music to my ears. 

Arthur’s grip tightened, and he shut his eyes, letting his head fall back into the pillows. Seeing the pleasure I brought to him gave me butterflies. His features were soft compared to how vigilant he looked when he was in control. It was a pleasant change, and he looked cute this way... I can see why he enjoyed teasing me the way he did. I continued working him until I felt his member pulsate in my throat, causing me to lift my head and gasp for air.

I wiped a string of saliva from my mouth as I caught my breath. My hand lowered to his balls, cupping and squeezing gingerly as my other hand stroked his length. I tightened my grip on his cock, feeling his pulse in my hand. A strangled moan sounded from the Nightingale, and his head tilted to the side. The chaise squeaked under his steel palms as they gripped whatever they could.  My lips found their way down as I fit as much of him as I could into my mouth, sucking and releasing his balls with a pop.

I couldn’t help but inhale his scent as I licked them, feeling the weight of him in both of my hands. I could see Arthur’s lips purse- now he was the one holding in his sweet noises. Maybe it’s been a while since he’s been pleased and worshipped like this. I want to be the only one to make him feel this way, his usual rough and tough attitude becoming soft and sweet only for me. 

“Come on, Nightingale, sing for me.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked look on his face.

The deep blush on his cheeks seemed to spread to his ears and chest. I hummed contentedly as I tasted him, planting wet kisses on the slit of his tip. I gripped his length and pumped him quickly, licking and sucking the tip of his member, eliciting a loud moan from him- just what I wanted to hear. He was close- very close. It must be torture for him at this point. I chased his own release, taking him in deeper as fast as I could. Another strained moan left him; he was holding it in.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” Arthur’s voice was hoarse, and he was out of breath. 

I released his tip with a pop, continuing to stroke his length slowly. The corner of my lip curled into a smirk. “I’m enjoying seeing you get all worked up.”

“Mmh, are you now?” He challenged. His gaze dropped to my lips before flickering back up to my eyes.

Before I was able to pleasure him more, Arthur sat up and gathered me in his arms. He flipped over and pinned me underneath him, attacking my neck with sloppy love bites. His breathing was uneven, and his usual calm, calculated movements became erratic, as if he couldn't control himself any longer. This long build-up seemed to be enough for him as he stared into my eyes, catching his breath. 

“Gods, you’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough of you.” Arthur smashed his lips onto mine, settling his hips between my legs. 

My heart raced as he positioned himself, his tip brushing against my slick entrance, evoking a moan from me. He responded with a low growl, his movements rushed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cupped his face, one hand raking through his soft hair. I sighed into the kiss as the tip of his member slipped past my folds, feeling myself stretch around his cock as he slowly pushed deeper into me.

Arthur groaned as my walls clamped around him like a vice as I adjusted to his size. His tip felt like it was pushing up my stomach, making me shudder at the sensation and moan into the kiss. I could feel him twitch against me as our bodies fully met. 

I've had time to calm down, but he's already bursting at the seams.

He sighed deeply and rubbed my hips. My body and mind already felt numb from all the pleasure he’s been so generous with, yet I want more. I relished how full I felt with the weight of his cock inside of me, finally satisfying another one of my greatest desires. Arthur kissed me, waiting patiently, as I got used to him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, groaning as I clenched around him. Drool spilled from the corner of my lips as he explored my mouth, circling and sweeping around.

I pushed back, finding a rhythm with him. A small noise left me as his cock twitched within me; he grunted, digging his cool fingers into my hips. I rolled my hips against him, letting him know I was ready. Without a word spoken between us, Arthur slowly pulled back before thrusting himself into me at a steady pace. He slipped in and out with ease, moans from both of us filling the air. I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. No amount of fantasizing could prepare me for how good he felt as he fucked me.

I threw my head back, a breathy sigh leaving me. 

“Look at me, darling.”

The tone of his voice made me perk up. It was nice and gravelly, smooth, sensual. I could listen to him talk all day, and I really would.

I caressed his face, his stubble tickling my fingers as he kissed me hungrily, moving down to my neck. I moaned into his ear, only encouraging him to pick up the pace as he bit into the soft skin on my neck, making me yelp. He was quick to lick the same spot, planting kisses almost as a small apology. I buried my head into his shoulder, muffling my moans and holding him tight. The slapping of skin grew louder, the chaise rattled and creaked against the wall as he thrusted into me. 

Arthur's grunts sounded almost animalistic, losing himself as he buried his cock as deep as he could with each thrust. I could feel my heart drumming in my chest, and moans flowed endlessly out of my mouth. I could already feel a knot in my stomach forming; the sensation of his fingers now working my swollen core amplified it further, but I don’t want it to end yet. 

“Arthur, please.” My voice was stifled.

His movement slowed before coming to a stop. He stared at me, his breathing uneven and eyes lidded. With how eager he's been, he must have been aching to do this for a long time. Arthur’s pushed me over the edge so many times already. I’m not sure if he realized or if he knows exactly what he's doing. Probably the latter.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I just got you here.” I brushed my hand along his jaw, taking the chance to catch my breath.

It seemed to be what he wanted to hear deep down, even if he’d never admit it. He got the message without the need for an explanation. Arthur's eyes scanned mine, and his features softened. He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead as a silent apology and started moving again, slower. I let my eyes flutter close and savoured each thrust, trying to burn the sensation of his hand caressing my body into my mind. Every gentle kiss, the feeling of his stubble against my skin, his gruff moans that I couldn’t get enough, his cock filling me up.

I pulled him into me, the weight of his body flush against me, making it feel even sweeter. My body rocked with every thrust, waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. I lazily opened my eyes to be met with his, watching me intently. I felt warmth rush to my cheeks, but I smiled, and Arthur returned it. He took my lips onto his and kissed me sweetly, his thrusts slower, but harder. 

I let out a small cry, clutching his shoulders as he slammed his member into me. He let out a long and satisfied groan as he kissed and fucked me, making me clench around his stiff cock. My thumping heart and slapping of skin were all I was attuned to. Arthur’s lips found my neck, biting at my skin gently and leaving wet kisses. His shaky breaths, groans, and feeling his stubble were a welcome addition to my pleasure. My mind was going haywire, and every sensation I felt was amplified. 

Here we were making love for the first time, on my first day back. Raw, skin-to-skin, and completely losing ourselves in each other's bodies. I wouldn’t have it any other way. He felt so good- I could have him at every waking moment if we wanted to. 

I was abruptly lifted as Arthur flipped me on top of him. I felt a bit sheepish, suddenly being above him. His face was still inches away from mine. 

“A bit dangerous putting me on top for our first time together.” I pursed my lips, trying to hide a smile.

“Hmm, I considered that, but I’ve thought about this too many times to pass up the opportunity.” Arthur's palms smoothed over my hips, his fingers squeezing me gently.

“Well…” I brushed my hand along his chest up to his shoulders. “Maybe I should treat you to another ride in that office of yours.” I purred, pushing him down.

The corner of his lip curled into a half smile, urging me to continue. “You better.” His voice dropped an octave.

I’m definitely no stranger to riding; it’s something I’m rather good at. The fact that Arthur admitted to fantasizing about this only boosted my ego. Now I had the chance to see all his little reactions. I started bouncing steadily as he gradually leaned back into the bed, his lips parted to let out a soft moan. He looked cute with his messy hair and cheeks dusted pink. I want to see him like this more often.

Arthur let out a long sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as I rolled my hips, bouncing a little harder. I held back moans as I caressed his face, my thumb brushing over his lips. It was a sight to behold, and I finally had him all to myself. 

Every little groan he let slip gave me a deep sense of pride and infatuation. I was the one making him feel this way, and now I’m the only one who can. He’s the man I've had profound respect for and yearned for, the man who has completely captivated me without really trying… And I have him right under me, slowly becoming undone. I bit my lip, attempting to hide a smile creeping up on my face. 

I watched as Arthur clenched his jaw, a groan rumbling in his throat as I picked up speed. I hinged forward, pressing my chest against his. I took hold of his chin between my fingers, turning his head to the side. His eyes shot open. He watched me with furrowed brows and parted lips as I pressed kisses along his neck, sucking and biting gently. I wasn’t sure if he could feel it, but a breathy sigh leaving him confirmed otherwise. I trailed kisses down his neck to his chest.

Arthur’s eyes widened as I put a hand on his chest and the other on his lower stomach to push myself up; his hips jerked upward involuntarily. I moaned through my pursed lips, letting out a soft chuckle as my hands glided around his body. His stomach tensed, moans catching in his throat. A vibrant blush settled across his cheeks as I traced his abs, continuing to bounce on his cock and sighing deeply. I lightly traced every scar, Arthur's amorous gaze meeting my own.

“You look cute down there~” I purred, feeling more spirited. I put both of my hands on his chest to anchor myself. 

Arthur scoffed playfully, “I prefer ruggishly handsome, but I’ll take it.”

As I leaned down to kiss him again, I felt him adjust his legs beneath me and grip my bottom. Arthur's hips thrust up into me with vigor, making me gasp. My stomach fluttered as he slammed into me repeatedly as I rode him, creating loud slaps that echoed around the room. I whined, failing my many attempts to hold back my moans. I felt him smile against my lips. He’s enjoying getting these little reactions out of me. 

I’ll have to figure out how to get him back next time.

Arthur's free hand pushed the back of my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, catching me off guard. I pushed back, fighting for dominance, but it was no use. It was no surprise that Arthur won, his tongue explored my mouth freely. I moaned into his mouth, feeling him squeeze my ass harder. I pushed back again, but he didn’t try to resist this time.

I nudged my tongue against his lips and swirled it around, as he did to me. He groaned, his grip on me tightening and his thrusts slowing. I didn’t realize I had stopped bouncing on him. I broke the kiss and filled my lungs with air, planting kisses along his neck as he thrusted harder. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured into his neck, my mind becoming almost hazy with how he spoiled me today. 

“I do,” Arthur said in a hushed tone, his voice strained. “You drive me just as mad.”

He flipped me onto my back again. It didn’t take long for him to start picking up speed once more, one hand cupping my face firmly and supporting his weight, making sure I wouldn't turn my head. Heat rose to my face as he watched me.

“You feel so good, Arthur~,” I cooed. 

Like words of encouragement, he picked up the pace. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small grunts with each thrust. Endless moans and praises flew out of my mouth as he fondled me with his other hand, his cock ramming into me. I found myself caressing his face and tracing his scars as we held each other's gaze. I could only hold on for so long before the knot in my stomach returned. My heart drummed in my chest as my moans got louder, nearing my climax.

I could feel Arthur's cock twitch inside of me, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his breathing heavier. My nails dug into his shoulders, my breathing shallowed, and my moans became higher pitched as I was about to-

“Go on, darling. Come for me.” Arthur whispered in a sultry tone.

No matter how I tried turning my head in his hold, he maintained eye contact as he thrust into me. I gasped, calling his name as my walls fluttered around him, finally letting go after what felt like an eternity of blissful buildup. He held me tightly as I arched my back and squirmed beneath him. Arthur groaned, his hips rutting forward as he came. He swore under his breath, pumping deeper like he wanted his seed as far inside of me as possible. Another moan left my mouth, feeling the warmth spreading deep in my body. 

Arthur’s thrusts slowed, and another satisfied groan left him. He slid his cock out of me slowly and hummed, watching his cum drip out of my body.

I was almost disappointed that it had to end.

I pushed myself up to my elbows with the little strength I had and lowered a hand to my sensitive parts. Still coming down from my high, I was completely out of breath. Arthur's eyes watched intently, seemingly holding his breath as I gathered up the cum dripping out of me. I brought my fingers into my mouth, tasting it with a hum. 

“You’re lucky that I don't just bend you over right now and fuck you again.” Arthur's arousal was evident.

His words only turned me on again, a strong ache blooming between my legs. 

“Maybe you should, because there’s a lot more I want to do to you,” I responded, falling back into the plush pillows.

“Is that right?” He smirked, leaning over me, just inches away from my face.  “From what I recall, you’ve been a moaning mess under me. I was going easy on you, love.” 

I hurriedly covered my face with both of my hands, feeling heat growing across it. “You-” I tutted and turned my head, causing him to laugh. “You call that goin’ easy?” My voice was muffled, the little confidence I had fading in an instant.

“Well… Couldn’t help myself. You’re cute, all flustered.” Arthur chuckled and grabbed my hands away from my face.

I opened my eyes to see a sweet smile gracing his features. He placed a kiss on my forehead and grabbed a cloth nearby, cleaning me up with great care. Arthur settled beside me and pulled me into him. I turned to my side and put a leg over his hips, my head resting on his chest. I shivered as he rubbed my thigh, gripping it firmly as his other hand held on to my waist. I let my arms wrap around him, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the coolness of metal.

His chest hair tickled my cheek as I rubbed myself against him, melting into his sweet embrace. We lay there for a while without speaking.

It was a comfortable silence.

Arthur’s breathing and thumping heart were all I could hear, but his presence was more than enough to bring me solace. It felt like a sanctuary in his arms- I felt safe, loved, fulfilled…

In more ways than one…

I rubbed his chest and placed a kiss on his neck. He returned one in kind and pushed himself up to look down at me. Arthur planted another kiss on my forehead, a deep sigh leaving him. I watched him with curiosity and caressed his forearm, brushing a finger along the rigid growths caused by Entrati’s serum. 

“You had me questioning everything, you know.” Arthur's voice was hushed, with a subtle melancholy expression. He brushed my hair out of my face and grazed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I didn’t know what I’d do without you and… I wasn’t sure when- or if I’d see you again.” He admitted. 

I pulled him back down into another kiss, relishing the moment. He kissed back eagerly, holding me tighter, not wanting to let go. As we parted, I held his cheek, and he leaned into my touch, kissing my wrist. My heart melted at the sight of him like this. 

I offered a smile and said, “I told you I’m not going anywhere. I know I was gone longer than usual, but I promise I’ll always come back no matter what. I’ll always come back to you.” 

Arthur kissed me again and rolled to his side, facing me, seemingly satisfied with my answer. I didn't realize my absence affected him so much. He seemed almost as miserable as I was when I was gone. I really never meant to stay away for so long... Maybe deep down I was too afraid to confess to him about my feelings, but it all worked out anyway.

Much better than I ever could have imagined… It brought a smile to my face just thinking about it all. 

I adjusted myself to face him and put a hand on his chest. His features softened, and he let out another contented sigh. The last rays of sunshine filtered through the windows, casting an orange hue about the room. The metallic parts of Arthur's body glittered in the light. His jaw glistened, capturing my attention. I traced his face, breathing deeply. Arthur's own insecurities made me think about my own. 

How long has it been since I’ve been able to relax this way, let alone steal a moment with someone I was infatuated with? I racked my brain trying to recall anything- one thing that might have been similar, but there was nothing. Maybe I just couldn’t remember. After an eternity of living through hell, is this something I can finally enjoy? Having someone to love?

“Something the matter?” Arthur's hand caressed my side, his eyes unblinking and studying me with furrowed brows. I puckered my lips and put a finger between his brows, feeling them relax under my finger. As soon as I pulled away, he went right back to knitting them together. I chuffed and stared at the wall full of posters behind him. 

I must have been making a face, lost in thought. “Uh, It’s been a very long time since I’ve been… happy like this. It still doesn’t feel real.”

Arthur pulled me into him, whispering for me to turn around. My back pressed against his chest as he spooned me, and his hand held mine. I stared at our interlocked fingers and warmth bloomed throughout my body. The chaise shifted, and a kiss tickled my ear, making my shoulders scrunch up. I giggled and turned my head to look at him. 

“Feel real enough for you, sweets?” Arthur asked, planting another kiss on my cheek.

I pulled him into a kiss, our lips moving rhythmically against each other. It seems like we both missed each other deeply, although our recent activity already gave that away... All my worries melted away in Arthur's embrace. I feel at ease, like I can finally take a breath of fresh air. I never could have thought it would be possible to find love with how insane my life has been. Arthur's kisses slowed, trailing from my neck to the top of my shoulder, his stubble brushing over my skin. He took a deep breath and went back to spooning me, his hand holding mine once more. 

I loved feeling this way. Being held and cared for by someone I know who will always be by my side. I wouldn’t ask for anything else if it didn’t include being here with Arthur. If we’re allowed the luxury, our love would last however long this damn loop will keep going for. If I'm able to get him and everyone else out of it, I want it to last beyond that too. Fatigue from all the excitement today hit me all at once. My eyelids felt heavy, and my body was sore. Arthur’s soft breathing and heartbeat were enough to lull me to sleep. 

Just as I felt myself drifting off, Arthur spoke again; his voice was gravelly. “So… You sure about this? Us?”

I let out a small chuckle with a big smile on my face, “Of course, do you even have to ask after what we’ve done?”

He let out a little victory ‘yes’ and nuzzled his face into my neck, making me snort. He is definitely a big softie. It’s odd to think how intimidating he was when we first met. I was ready to shoot him to defend myself, but look at us now. Spooning on a tiny chaise completely butt naked. 

I felt my stomach drop, a sudden realization came to light. “Arthur…” 

He hummed, shifting slightly against me. 

“Do you think… Eleanor knows?”

He was quiet for a good while before letting out a quiet groan. “…Hope you weren’t having too many dirty thoughts.” 

“Well, how can I not during all that? And what about you?” Before he could respond, I grumbled, hiding my face in my hands. “Ohh, all those times I’ve had whole conversations in my head just thinking about you… I’m surprised she never brought it up to me.” 

I could feel a smile forming on his lips against my neck. While he was silent, his body was shaking with laughter. He exhaled through his nose into my neck. “Let’s hope something more exciting was going on during our… time together.”

“Unfortunately for both of you,” Eleanor's voice sounded in my head, “nothing else was going on. Not that I had a choice in listening in anyway… But I don’t know what’s weirder. Hearing my brother's thoughts or yours…Hmm. Happy you two are finally together, though! It’s about time. Bye now!” Her laughter echoed, then there was nothing. 

We lay in silence, just blinking. 

I sighed, “Awkward…”

“Don’t fret, love. No one else has to know til you’re ready.”

~~

“Are you sure about this, Amir?” Your voice was soft against his neck, a hand gently stroking his chest as you were cradled up in his lap. “I know you want to get some tension out, but we could always do it the old-fashioned way.”

His fingers rapped against your sides, as his leg rapidly shook, up and down, up and down. “I know, b-but I need that comfort. I need to feel you. Like you, you, you know?”

You nodded, hand settling against his cheek. “I get you. But once we start, I’ll have almost full control of your body. Every aching muscle, every anxious joint.” You guided his face, focusing his gaze on your eyes. “That's a lot of power over you. And I'm glad you trust me with it, but are you sure that is really what you want right now?”

He nodded again, hastily. A flash of irritation crosses his face, eyes clenched. “I know what I want. Just… please.”

Sol, he looked like he was hurting. The anxiety that filled him, sat in his chest like an anvil, weighing his heart and lungs down, barely letting him breathe. You leaned in, lips just barely apart from his. “Safeword?” You whisper, breath running along his lips. “On-lyne!” He smiles, just a little bubbly.

You nod, gently pressing your lips to his… before disappearing into thin air. In the millisecond between the dissipation of your body, and the twitch that runs along his brain, there's an intangible silence… and a whisper.

His body slumps against the couch. His head moves, eyes narrowing in worry. “Drifter? Are you in there?” His hand moves without input, a cheeky thumbs up. “Mhm. Just getting used to it, puppy.” At that, he whines. He's weak to pet names like that.

You gently take stock if his body, back arching as you stretch and stand, before gently leaning back on the couch. “Would you like a specific position for this, Amir? Laying, sitting, legs in the air and violently shaking?” You giggled, in the back of his mind. He smiles, nerves starting to abade, as though your voice surrounds him in warmth. “Up to you, future. Just… do this quick, okay? That's how… how I always do it.”

At that, he feels an involuntary frown come up on his face. You didn't like that, didn't like that at all. Then, like a voice in the back of his head, you spoke. “I'm gonna take my time with you, Amir. I know I joked about wanting to make love at nine thousand miles per hour, but… not right now. You gotta take it slow for me.”

Slowly, you reach out with one hand, taking the zipper of the glove into it, and peeling the glove off in full. You do the same with the other, as you gently rub Amir's hands on his thighs, getting the feel for the dual sensation.

You can feel the muscles ache in his body, the involuntary twitching lighting his body on fire. You could feel his impatience, his little despair at the thought of having to take it slow, but you could just as easily feel the ache in his loins. Your loins. You stopped for a second to parse the exact phrasing you would use for this, and he whined. “Please, Drifter. I'm… I'm desperate here.”

A sigh left his mouth, a distinct sense of mischief crossing his mind. That was a very bad idea, he thought. “Very bad indeed,” you replied. “Beg for me. Beg me to touch you, Amir.” You scooted his body back up onto the couch, using his hands to slowly, painfully, pull down his… pants, for lack of a better term. As soon as you moved his pants down far enough, his cock sprung from its cage, dribbling softly.

“There you are…” you whispered, cradling his mind like you were whispering in his ear. “There's the tool I was looking for. Delicious, as usual. It's a shame though, that I won't be getting to play with it.” You forced him to stare at his own cock, twitching and drooling. His head fell back, body arching slightly, as if squirming in pain. “Not unless you beg like I know you can.”

His teeth ground against each other, as he tried to stop himself, but it all came tumbling out. “PleaseIneedyoutogetmeoffpleasepleaseplease-” Suddenly, his mouth shut closed, his voice muffled, akin to clamping your hand over his mouth. He didn't understand. He was doing what you asked. Wasn't that enough?

“Cohesive, Amir. Say it slowly. I know what you're saying. But I want you to say it.” Tears stung at his eyes, as his jaw finally relaxed, a small exhale leaving from the bottom of his throat as he spoke again. Slow. Steady. Measured. “Please. I just… I need you to touch me, make me touch myself. Whatever. I can't handle this torture…”

He was so busy regaining his composure, controlling his breathing… he was almost surprised by the feeling of his hand wrapping around his cock, and slowly beginning to stroke. It twitched in his grasp, the muscles of a phantom gently moving under his skin.

“There we go. Does that feel better, dear? That feel good?” He nodded violently, his head leaning back once more, as your combined efforts tangled under his fingers.

You set the pace, but it was his hand that moved.

He whimpered, stroking slowly from base to tip. A little nudging, and his thumb rubbed on the underside of his head, teasing at the frenulum. “Nice and steady,” you whispered, the ghost of a hand running across his chest sending a shiver down his skin, “it feels so much better, doesn't it? The teasing, the aching… the throbbing.”

Amir tries his best not to moan, but nothing stops you from making him open his mouth, letting all the sounds spill out from his soul. “So loud… you think Eleanor can hear you? Arthur, Lettie? Quincy? They might be hearing you, letting me pilot your body, jerking you to completion…”

Amir's head lolls down, glasses gently falling off from his face, and onto the cushion. A hand glides into his hair, guided by invisible muscle, as it grips the scalp. Moans slip from his mouth like honey, spilling out into the air. A phantom echo of pleasure rips across his body, as his hand is allowed to move just a bit faster.

“There we go. Just a bit more. Come on…” The pleasure is almost too much for him. This was an experience, unique, one of a kind. And it was all for him. The hand stroked faster. It was at a pace he was used to, but at an intensity he couldn't even fathom.

He felt so warm. Like your body was wrapped around his. Like you weren't next to him, or inside of him, but all around him in one big hug.

Amir's back began to arch, his hips rising into the air, as his hand was allowed to move even faster. You whispered in his mind, sweet affirmations, how good he was, how obedient… quickly bringing him to the edge of climax.

As he shivered on the edge of climax, mind racing and breaking under your guidance… he suddenly felt cold. Very cold. Before a second hand wrapped around his cock.

You sat on your knees in front of him, jerking him off, your lips against his cock as you pressed kisses to his tip. Even more so arousing was his glasses, perched on your nose, enclosing your eyes.

“Cum, Amir. Cum on my face. Don't hold back… let all that build-up finally come out.” You spoke softly, barely a word out of breath or out of line. Calm. Collected. Loving. “Cum.”

And that he did. He spilled ropes of seed onto your face, plastering not just his glasses, but your entire face in his load. It spilled from his cock like a tap, as he arched and moaned and whined so prettily for you.

Finally, as his load dribbled from his cock, barely dripping from the slit, you stood. He didn't even have the energy to look at you, exhaustion taking him. He almost didn't notice, as you leaned in, pressing his cum-covered glasses back onto his nose and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I'm gonna go get cleaned up, Amir. You know where to find me.” And at that, like it was nothing at all… you walked away. He chuckled softly, nuzzling in the towel that had materialized next to him.

She flashed into the room, throwing her Ignis onto the table, the rifle clattering onto the wood as it made contact. He rushed behind her, his pace quickening to keep up with her speeding form. 

“Wait. Hold on a bloody damned minute, would you?” he called out, reaching out towards her, his hand almost making contact with her warframe’s shoulder. But before he could touch her she spun around, slamming her Nikana into the table, the wood splintering as the blade sunk down, burying itself. 

“Don’t, Nightingale.” she pointed a nimble metal finger at him, centimeters away from his face. He looked down his nose at the offending appendage, wanting to slap it away, forcefully. But he withheld the action. For now. 

“Would you shut it and listen to me for five sodding seconds?” he scowled, his agitation growing by the second. 

“No, I will not. Because I don’t have to listen to you. You said so yourself,” she paused, poking at his chest for emphasis. Or just to piss him off. Maybe a bit of both. “I’m not a part of this little ragtag team of yours.” 

“You’re working here, living here for Sol’s sake. I think that gives it enough authority that you do.” he was in her face now, pushing his position of power, demanding respect. Too bad she had none left to give. 

“And just who put you in charge, Lieutenant? Because you seem to be doing a stand-up job of keeping us all together so far.” she was spitting venom, the poison flying off of her words, landing in his face. 

“Sod off. You wouldn’t last a day in my position. I see right through you. Act all tough but you’re the same as the rest of us, one bad day away from falling apart.” a sly little smirk grew on his face. He was right, and he knew it. But the growing fire inside of her had imploded at his words. 

“Bite me, Nightingale.” she spat, shoving him hard with both of her hands. If she had been outside of her frame the force would have done nothing, the added weight of his protoframe too much for her to move on her own, but with the added strength of her own warframe the shove was actually able to knock him off balance. She smirked inside the safety of the metal suit as he stumbled backward, but that smirk was quickly wiped off of her face as he grabbed ahold of both of her wrists before she could pull them back, yanking her with him as he lost his balance, somehow forcefully ejecting her from her warframe. The shock alone was enough to leave her stunned, just how exactly had he done that?!,but she didn’t have time to question as he was quick to recover his balance, spinning her too fast for her to handle and slamming her hard, back first, into a nearby wall. She muffled a cry behind her teeth, biting her tongue as the bricks made impact with her spine. 

He pinned her wrists to the wall, his body caging her against it, not even giving her an inch of breathing room. “Don’t tempt me, love.” 

His face was so close their noses were touching, his eyes staring straight through hers. She could feel his breath against her skin; hot, quickened but steady, like an animal waiting to pounce. He wanted her, wanted to devour her whole, and would do so if she let him, but he still waited for her word before making a move. 

She stared at those eyes, heat pouring down into her core from just how hungry he looked at her. But she snickered, not forgetting what had happened mere minutes ago just because she was in a compromised position. “Do it then, His Maj.”

He growled at the nickname, a sound that vibrated through his throat and echoed in her ears as he pounced, not waiting for a second more as he dove for the sensitive spot just below her ear, latching his teeth onto her skin. She cried out from the sudden jolt of pain as his teeth gnawed on her, biting down hard and sucking on the spot, slowly turning her cries into soft moans. She bit her bottom lip after one too many slipped out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of how much she was liking this. But he caught on to her silence all too quickly, forcefully shoving his knee between her legs to pry them open, his thigh abruptly making contact with her center as he did so, the friction quick and unexpected, causing her to lose focus and release her lip from her teeth, a breathy moan escaping. 

“Hm…no one likes a silent songbird, dove. Let me hear you,” he whispered in her ear, dragging his teeth along her skin as he released his jaw’s hold on her neck. She could practically picture the smirk on his face. 

“Piss off, you prick. I told you, you’re not in charge of- fuck! Arthur!” any anger left in her words died as she whined out his name, her head banging against the brick behind her as she threw it backward unintentionally. He had cut off her attitude again, his teeth sinking down into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder, hard enough that she began to whimper. His tongue flicked over her skin, his lips sucking with enough force that she knew would leave a damned good bruise the next day. Her head was going dizzy from the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins, her knees threatening to give out as her heart thumped in rhythm right underneath his teeth. 

He eventually let go, her shoulder slick with his saliva as he breathed in her ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps up her spine. “Want to try that again, love?” His voice was abnormally low, gravely in the back of his throat as it rumbled out of his chest. It was a taunt as much as it was a challenge. 

She hesitated to answer, words becoming stuck on her tongue as she contemplated her next best move in this argument. Her silence, however, made him cocky. He tilted his head away from her ear and came to look her in the face, his eyes narrowing as a smug smirk tugged at his lips. One of his hands let go of her wrist and pounded against the wall near her head, landing on the brick with enough force to make her startle. She could hear him hum in amusement when she jumped from his actions and she wanted to punch him, wipe that stupid shit-eating grin off of his face. 

“I don’t take orders from you.” She whispered defiantly. She wasn’t willing to give him this win that easily. He’d have to work for it. 

He scrunched his nose at her answer and huffed, amused. She opened her mouth to say more, rile him up even further, but he dove at her lips before any words could pass them, stealing her breath right into his mouth instead as his lips crashed against hers. She couldn’t help the whine that slid past her teeth as his tongue delved hungrily, fighting for dominance against him in her own mouth was a losing battle before it had even started. His body was pressed against hers, practically driving her into the brick behind her, but she craved more and yanked her arms away from his hold on her, hooking them around the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her. She threaded her fingers into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging on the strands not-so gently and scratching at his scalp. He growled into her mouth from the attention, the vibration rattling straight to the pit of her stomach. She moaned against his lips as he began to grind his thigh up against her, the friction sending sparks to her head that lit the smoldering embers within her on fire. The noise created a smirk on his face. He knew victory was in sight. 

When he pulled back for air she was panting, her pupils blown, and the bastard was barely out of breath. 

“Are you going to behave, or do I have to make this a disciplinary matter?” he stared her down, voice low in his chest. 

She tentatively nodded slowly. It wasn’t out of fear, it was an empty threat and she knew it, but the way his lowered octane resounded through the back of his throat made her want to be compliant. It sent a shiver up her spine in the best way possible. 

“Good girl.” his voice was rough as he whispered in her ear, hands flying down to her hips as his breath tickled her skin, fingers digging in, feignedly threatening to crush bone. 

Before she could comprehend what was happening, still reeling from his comment, he was on his knees in front of her, his fingers hooked on the top of her pants. “May I?” He looked up at her, waiting for a response before he continued any further. 

“Please.” She was breathless, but the words floated out. That stupid smirk was on his face again, tugging at the corners of his lips as her clothing was discarded. She felt a chill at the sudden exposure, but his metal hands were soon on her thighs, his touch radiating warmth throughout her skin as he ran his fingers over the smooth flesh; so much different,and softer, from his own now mangled and steel-infused body. He couldn’t help but want to touch her, caress her, handle her and make her his own. 

She shuddered as his hands crawled their way to in between her legs, the skin sensitive to touch. He gave them a gentle shove and she gave him what he wanted without much of a fight, shuffling her feet apart to spread them wider. His hands were soon replaced with his lips, soft kisses being trailed upwards along her inner thighs as he snaked his arms around her legs. His gentleness compared to just moments ago was driving her insane. So she threaded her fingers into his hair, making him hum against her skin, but when she scrunched her fingers up and began to yank and pull on the strands his humming quickly turned into deep growls. It was then that she felt his teeth again, his canines ghosting across her flesh. A warning. But she took it as an invitation. She twirled a particularly long piece of his bangs around her pointer finger and yanked, hard. 

His grip on her legs tightened almost immediately as he emitted a growl that sounded almost feral-like, the sound making her heart pound in her chest. She didn’t have time to calm it before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her inner thigh with the same amount of force that she had used to pull his hair. She cried out, moving her hands to his shoulders to stabilize herself as the concoction of sensations overwhelmed her, making her dizzy. He nipped and bit and sucked on the delicate skin, practically abusing it and knowingly marking it, but with the way she was panting above him and her nails were digging into the steel-coated skin of his shoulders and he saw no reason to stop. 

Only when he needed to pull back for air did he finally release his teeth from her skin, an angry red mark already starting to form and the indents of his canines clearly visible, small dots of blood trickling from the shallow punctures. He used his tongue to clean up the red liquid. 

“Arthur…” she whined and he pulled his head back, looking up at her with a cocked eyebrow and a smug grin. A thin sheer of sweat had started to coat her forehead as she breathed heavily. 

“Yes, Trouble?” He licked his lips, still tasting her blood on his tongue. 

“More…please.” 

He had to hand it to her, at least she was being polite. 

“Hmm…” he stood up, coming face to face with her, her eyes glued to his as he moved. He clicked his tongue, “I don’t believe I take orders from you.” He was mimicking her, a mocking tone dripping from his words. 

She groaned dramatically before throwing herself at him with no warning, jumping up at him and hooking her arms around his neck as she smashed her lips against his while simultaneously wrapping her legs around his torso. His reflexes were quick, thankfully, and he caught her as she jumped, his arms locking underneath her so she wouldn’t fall out of his embrace. He carried her over to a nearby table, their lips locked together all the while, airy moans filtering past their mouths in between kisses. He placed her down, his hands coming to rest near her ass on the wood as he stood between her spread legs. She caressed his face, her palms cupping his metal jaw and pulling him into her. 

His hands found their way to her thighs again, roughly grabbing at the muscle to make her squeak against his lips. He’d mark every inch of her with his fingertips if she let him. 

He grabbed one of her knees, pulling it towards her and to the side so that one of her legs rested on the table folded flat, giving him better access to her sex. His fingers came to rest on her lower stomach, wanting to move lower but waiting for her permission. Whether she realized he was asking for it or not she gave it to him without hesitation as she grabbed his wrist and guided it down, lining up his hand so that the very tips of his metal fingers grazed her sensitive spot, just barely pushing past her folds. She gasped against his lips at the touch, their mouths still locked together sloppily. The rest of him burned abnormally hot like a machine, but the metallic parts of his fingers were always cold like steel in the snow. His ears twitched at her noises; he wanted more, wanted her to sing only for him. So he took over, moving in further and finding the spot he was looking for before slotting a finger in, burying it to his knuckle in one swift movement. 

She immediately clenched around it and pulled away from his lips, a cry tumbling out. The quickness and forcefulness had caught her off guard, but she didn’t seem to mind, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes met his. He began to curl his finger inside of her, brushing against the bundle of nerves along her inner walls and adding another digit once he felt she could take it comfortably. His fingers picked up speed, relentlessly, making cries and moans spill from her lips and her hold tighten around his neck. She worried for a moment that she would choke him but he never pulled away. 

He added another, stretching her out uncomfortably and making her spine arch from the tension. Her juices began running down his hand, making a mess of the table beneath her. 

“Are you going to come for me, darling?” he rasped in her ear lowly, his voice a whisper as his hot breath fanned against her skin. 

“Is that, ah, is that a question or a command…lieutenant?” a wicked grin grew on her face as the nickname flew off her tongue, earning a rough growl from him as his brow furrowed. He knew the game she was playing, toying with him like that, the little devil. 

“You tell me.” was his only reply as he shoved his fingers in even farther, slamming them inside of her with every pull and thrust of his wrist, his palm brushing against her clit with every movement. She couldn’t help the scream that ripped from her throat as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. She began to cry out his name into his shoulder as he continued his brutal pace, her walls fluttering around his fingers. 

He used his free hand to find her chin, gently guiding her head away from his body so he could see her. She was wrecked; eyes unfocused, a flush blossoming across her cheekbones and nose, hair falling out of the tie she kept it in. Pride swelled in his heart as he smirked. He had done this. No one else. She had let him do this. He kissed her, but softer this time, still cradling her chin in his hand. When he pulled back there was a fire in her void-stricken eyes that told him she was close. 

She didn’t break eye contact with him as she spoke. “Arthur…” she whimpered, grasping onto his shoulders for support as her body threatened to turn to mush under his unrelenting touch. The way his name sounded in her mouth did things to him that he didn’t want to admit. 

He shifted her head to the side, being careful not to overuse his strength and break her. Her neck became exposed and he pounced on it, sinking his teeth down and gnawing on the skin. 

She came undone with a cry of his name on her lips and a scream. 

He slowed his handiwork and unhooked his teeth almost immediately, not wanting to leave too much of a mark in such a visible area, and she collapsed against his chest, her walls refusing to let go of his fingers. He held her upright, teasing her from the inside by flicking his fingers around and making her squirm until he could finally pry them out. 

“You alright, sweets?” he asked softly, kissing the top of her head. She hummed contently against him, her arms limply wrapping around his torso. He did the same, holding on to her as if even after everything she would hop off the table and flee. As much as he hated looking his emotions in the face he was going to have to, or he risked losing her. Pissing her off again, making her shut him out. One too many times and maybe she would fly off back to her future, leave him here, dead and gone in the past. He had a way of pushing people away like that. Gods if he lost her now…

“You know, we’ll have to work on that insubordinate little attitude of yours, if you want to find your place here with the rest of the Hex.” it came out cocky, and he mentally kicked himself as soon as he said it. He knew it would set your short fuse alight. Why was he so bad at this? 

She shot her head off of his chest, her hands gripping his sides for stability. He could feel her fingers digging into his steel skin and he instinctively tightened his hold on her, preparing for the worst and not wanting to give her the option to run away. But his eyes widened in surprise when he saw her face, there wasn’t a hint of anger to be found. She looked…puzzled. Her eyes were narrowed and a small frown adorned her lips. 

“You…you want me to stay?” She spoke quietly, as if she didn’t believe her own words. 

He recoiled, shaking his head in shock. Sol above, had he been that standoffish towards her? “I never wanted you to leave.” 

She huffed out a dry laugh. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it, Nightingale.” Her eyes were anywhere but on his. She couldn’t think straight, not after what he had just divulged. 

“I…I’m not an easy man to get along with.” He sighed, loosening his hold on her. The option was there; she could get up and walk away if she wanted to. She had that choice, he wouldn’t force her into this with him. He wouldn’t force that upon his worst enemy, let alone her. 

But she didn’t, and instead let out a small hum before pulling him into her, closing the distance between them and resting her chin on his chest to look up at him, eyes filled with adoration. “No, you’re not. But I didn’t ask for ‘easy’, Arthur.” 

“Sol’s wounds, you’re a liability…you really want to give this a go? You and me?” 

She leaned up, pulling herself up by pushing off of his hips with her hands so she could reach his face, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before sinking back down to her original spot. “You’re stuck with me now.” 

He grinned, the happiest grin she had ever seen on him, and then he returned her kiss by tenfold, gathering her up into his arms and pulling her into his body, his lips locked with hers lovingly.