And it is this promise that they repeat and remember each morning spent sharing warmth and stealing just that bit of extra time before their days would start and duties would separate them once more—knowing they would return to each other’s arms once more once the sun has set.
Not to be forgotten is the kiss full of promise—promising a future together, as long as they could fight for it. Promising to be bound for an eternity that is theirs and theirs alone. Promising their hearts and souls to each other beyond human convention.
On that night, countless kisses were shared. Pressed upon awaiting lips, tracing a line down an exposed neck, lovingly accepting and indulging in each muffled sound and hitched breath as heated breath ghosted upon scales unable to be hidden anymore.
Barely had the front door closed did Wriothesley and Neuvillette find themselves tangled in each other, a dim blue glow illuminating the halls until they finally found a light. Onto silken sheets was Neuvillette laid down, hand tugging at Wriothesley’s tie to pull him *closer*.
The next kiss is fiery—a flame finally let loose as passion took the wheel. For so long, they had danced the invisible line, kept desire buried deep within their hearts until it could be hidden no longer. Now, the flame spreads… sending heat across their skin with each touch.
Only when the shifting of the clock’s hand breaks the silence that had been filled by heavy breaths and pounding hearts do they part, hands still lingering but for a moment longer on each other’s skin. “I’ll see you after, then?” “Of course. I shall look forward to it.”
Like waves gently rolling into the shore, they kissed. All sweet touches and loving exploration as moments of yearning finally became reality in a precious, private moment. The build up to the confession had been a gradual one, gifts exchanged and personal meetings (dates) had.
“May I?” Wriothesley had whispered moments before, heart beating wildly in his chest as he leaned into Neuvillette’s warmth and allowed the scent of the ocean to embrace him. “…Please.” Came the reply, a thumb brushing across Wriothesley’s lips— and who was he to deny his beloved?
🌶️ A bit of a spicy extra~ bsky.app/profile/aure...
//Please don't mind any typos and I apologise if anything is weird... this short fic was 100% written in a sudden burst of head empty wrltt only— Still haven’t edited and posted to ao3 (emotional spicy times a wip) but just thought it would be nice to start off in 🦋 with some sweet soft wriolette~