“Why would I look up when the brightest star in the galaxy is right in front of me?" (because b'awwwwwwwwww)
This is short and sweet. So frigging sweet it’s honestly kind of disgusting. And I love it.
“There you are.”
Quinn jumped and turned. Mara stood several meters away on
the roof, her eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Forgive me, love; I required air.”
“And solitude and quiet,” she added, eyes
twinkling as she smiled. “I understand. No one celebrates like the Thrasks
celebrate. We have only one more night of this, fortunately.”
He stared, entranced, as she moved toward him. Her white and
silver robes flowed ethereally about her in the evening wind, the fabric
shimmering in the limited light so much that she seemed to be clothed in pure
starlight. Mara was many things - his lord, his lover, the embodiment of all
Quinn held dear and sacred in the Empire. That he could now add
“wife” to that list still shocked him. He presumed that shock would
lessen over time, but he felt certain he would never be able to think of her
thusly without feeling at least a little bit of awe.
“I’m amused that, of all the places for you to go, you
found the stairs leading out here,” she murmured as she slipped her arm
into his, looking out over the pine forests surrounding her estate.
“Why is that?”
“You’re standing in one of my favorite hiding spots
from my childhood,” she said. “I spent many evenings out here,
sometimes meditating or sulking, sometimes just looking at the stars.”
“I hope it does not seem like I am brooding,” he
began, but she silenced him with a hand on his cheek.
“Not at all,” she assured him. “Believe me,
I’m aware of just how overwhelming a Thrask wedding can be.” She kissed
his cheek and turned back to the dark forest and expanse of sky before them,
Kaas’s two moons glowing majestically in a field of stars.
“Besides, I should thank you for pulling me out of
doors on such a night.” She leaned back against him, his arms around her
waist, and craned her neck to look upward. “It’s beautiful.”
The back of her head was nestled into the curve of his neck,
the scent of her filling his nostrils and making his head swim.
“It is beautiful,” he agreed, turning his head
slightly to press a kiss to her ear.
“You know I can tell you’re not looking at the sky,
yes?” she asked.
“Why would I look up when the brightest star in the
galaxy is right here in my arms?”
She turned in his arms to face him and slipped her arms
around his neck, her glowing eyes warm when they met his.
“Marriage has made you sentimental, my captain.”
“I merely speak the truth, my lord,” he answered,
rubbing his nose against hers.
She used her hand on the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss. At length he pulled away slightly.
“We should return,” he murmured.
She nestled against him and his arms tightened around her of
their own accord.
“In a moment,” she said.
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and stroked her
hair, content to hold her in the moonlight for as long as she wished.
“Nino, please can we do it? Please? It’ll be cute and it’s something I’ve never done before and you always say that I should try new stuff. Come on, let’s do it.” Adrien pleaded, giving his boyfriend his best pout.
“Adrien, it’s pouring outside. I don’t want to go out.” Nino said, gesturing to the window where the rain could be seen coming down in buckets.
“That’s the point, it’ll be romantic.” He flung himself across his boyfriend’s lap, giving him just enough time to spare to move his box of noodles. “We can do it super quick I promise.”
“Is kissing in the rain so important to you?” Nino asked. Adrien could tell he won since Nino was fighting back a smile. Adrien smiled up at him.
“Ugh, fine, just stop being so damn cute. Well, don’t do that you’re adorable. Let’s just get this over with.” Nino shook his head slightly. It was almost a storm and this was really not the kind of rain you run outside to kiss in. But his boyfriend really wanted to do it and he could deny him nothing but skydiving.
“Yes!” He jumped up and planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. “We don’t need shoes or socks on, t-shirt and jeans are fine. Less to deal with after. Let’s go!” He grabbed Nino’s hand and led him outside their apartment.
“Eep!” The former model squealed. The rain was freezing!
“Haha, I knew this was a bad idea.” Nino laughed but faced him anyway. “Come here you.” He cupped Adrien’s already soaking wet cheek and brought their lips close together. “You mean the world to me and I love you and will always love you, even when you decide going out into this would be a good idea.”
“Shut up and kiss me so we can make hot choc-” Adrien was cut off when Nino did just that, lips joining together seamlessly. Even through the frigid rain they were a source of warmth, though Adrien couldn’t tell if it was imaginary or not. He could taste the pad Thai sauce still in Nino’s mouth and decided he would have to steal some after. The kiss seemed to slow down time, the affects of the rain on his clothes and skin fading into the background as he focused on how Nino tasted and how he smelled. Mostly like noodles but there was a hint of the wine he had spilled earlier still there.
Nino moved the hand cupping Adrien’s cheek to tangle it in his hair, deepening the kiss as he did so. He made sure they kissed for exactly a minute before he let his boyfriend’s lips go with a small ‘pop’. “Satisfied, babe?”
“Mhm.” It always took him a second to snap out of a kiss induced daze. It was freezing again. “Let’s go inside.”
“Yea, good idea.” Nino opened the door for him and was grateful it opened into the tiled kitchen and not the carpet of their living room. He shut the door behind him and wiped himself off as best he could. “Still want that hot chocolate?”
Request: Can you please do a SamxReader where they’re together and the reader want to cuddle but Sam needs the research done and throughout the whole day reader gives him kisses? I just want a whole lotta fluff! ❤️
Warnings: boob touching, in detail.
A/N: this feels kind of haphazard… No, that’s not the word… Half hearted? I don’t know, it seems a bit short. Requester and readers, please let me know :)
“I’m tired and I want a cuddddle” you complained. “If you’re tired then go to bed and get some rest, y/n! I thought you’d be able to work things like this out by now” Sam’s sarcasm was apparent in his voice, but he was joking around.
“I can’t sleep when I’m not in your arms, though” you said in a quieter voice, nervous of his reaction.
“Well, we can do that later, as soon as I get this research done, alright? It’s important. Maybe just relax for a bit, watch some TV or something.” Sam’s tone was soft and kind now. He had always been intent on looking after you and making sure you’re alright.
You grunted in answer and left the room.
You tried everything you could think of to get Sam to focus his attention on you. You racked your brains for everything he found cute or even attractive about you.First you came out in one of Sam’s plaid shirts and your underwear, no bra. You’d just been wearing that and a top, anyway. You walked over to Sam and kissed his cheek, nuzzling yourself against him. He loved your scent mingling with his. Sam shook his head. “Good tactic. Nice move. You’re seriously cute, but no.”
By the time you came back into the room, Sam was onto a book. This time, it was just underwear that you were wearing.“My boobs are cold” sitting on Sam’s lap, you gently placed the book Sam had been reading down on the table and took his hands, bringing them up to your breasts. “Warm them up for me?” You smiled seductively.
“Change of tactic, huh?” Sam asked a question he already knew the answer to. “Come oooon, y/n” he groaned, throwing his head back. “We got intimate all last night."
"Exactly! So I’m extremely tired. Fucking you is really hard work, you know” you told him, attempting to sound sincere. Unable to keep a smile off you’re face, though, you knew you’d almost lost this one. As a final battle strike, you leaned into him and kissed him, your torso rubbing up against his.
Sam was determined not to get hot and bothered. He squirmed in his seat a little before lifting you up off his lap so he could cross his legs in an attempt to conceal his arousal.
“Close, but not close enough” he informed you, returning to his research. This time, you undid a couple of buttons on Sam’s shirt and placed a few tender kisses to his chest. You knew he loved it when you did that. “Ugh, will you stop being so adorable?” Sam had nearly given in.
“Does that mean-” you rushed out your words.
“No” he told you firmly. “I’ve still got quite a bit to do today. Later, okay, baby?” You could never say no to him when he called you that.Your body drooping a little, you left Sam alone to his studies, realising you were probably annoying him.
You tried on every single piece of clothing you had to find something Sam might give in to. Nothing sufficed, however, and you settled for the plaid shirt of Sam’s that you’d worn at the beginning of the day. You made no attempt to put anything on over your underwear. You were completely worn out from the previous night, and running back and forth constantly trying to win your boyfriend over certainly wasn’t doing your energy level any favours. You couldn’t take it any more. You could barely keep your eyes open.
Trudging into the room Sam was doing his research in, you shivered a little from the smooth coolness of the bunker. “I’m really sorry” you admitted sleepily to Sam as you climbed into his lap. “I know this case is more important than whatever I want or need. I’m sorry for disturbing you. Maybe you could do your research while I’m here.” You spoke slowly.
“Don’t you ever think that any stupid ‘case’ is more important to me than you, y/n” Sam pressed his lips to the top of your head as you fidgeted in his arms, getting comfortable. His book was resting on the table once more by this point.
“I’m sorry I was such a jerk."
You muttered something gruffly and unclearly as you were dozing off. It sounded awfully like "I love you, Sam”, though.
“I love you too” Sam told you in a hushed tone. He knew you couldn’t hear him at this point, but he wanted her to know it all the same.
This wasn’t the first time you’d exchanged the three words, but he still saw value in telling you them regularly.
One of Sam’s arms wrapped around you tighter. Meanwhile, his free hand subtly slipped under the front of his shirt. He let it sit on your stomach for a while. Afterwards, he took his time in skimming his fingers across your skin slowly. His forefinger traced a circle around each of your nipples. He freed up his other hand and began massaging your breasts afterwards. At this, you awoke, but you didn’t mind as you’d prefer to be awake while feeling that sensation.You let out a contented “mmm” sound when Sam’s thumbs brushed over your nipples and following that his fingers slowly moved across each breast repeatedly. “You do know how to make me feel good, don’t you?” Your voice sounded huskier than usual.
“I think I’ll always put that first from now on” the man decided. You drifted back off to sleep after that, with the Winchester at hand joining you in slumber.