~ WARNING: Contains slight sexual content. Both characters are 21+ ~
There are many things that people give their lovers for this day. Some give them chocolates, some give them flowers, others take them out for the day or night of their lives, and others simply cuddle at home, just happy to be sharing each other's company.
What he had in mind for her was a variant of that one.
The girl groaned loudly as she returned home from a stressful day at work and walked up the flight of stairs to their apartment. It was that day of the year, where love is celebrated the most. Her lover had told her that he was going to take her out for the night, so she decided to wear a nice but simple black dress for the whole day.
What she didn't know, however, was that he had no plans on taking her anywhere. Instead, he planned to make love to her that night.
If she was willing, of course.
Never, in all their months together, had the two engaged in intimacy. Yes, there would be times where the couple would divulge in heavy petting and passionate kissing—the girl had to admit, his fingers felt like magic when they tangled into her onyx locks or ran gently across the small of her back—but every time he tried to go further, she would close in on herself. But today, he hoped to finally show her just how much he loved her, even if the day he chose to do so made the whole thing seem a little bit cheesy.
He'd already arranged everything he needed, from the scented candles scattered around the apartment to how he’d made their shared bed with care; everything had to be perfect. The emerald eyed boy wasn’t really one for details, so he did what he could and was actually pretty satisfied with his work. Then there was the matter of his attire; obviously, being completely naked when she came home was out of the question, so he decided to instead be subtle, so she wouldn’t notice. A simple unbuttoned white shirt and loosened neck tie would do. With that, everything was ready, so when she walked through the door, all he did was turn his head to look and smile at her, his emerald hues roaming over her petite body—well, with the silk black dress she wore, it’s bodice clinging to her torso, then bursting just a few inches below her breasts into a flouncy skirt with the hem reaching just above her knees, and the neckline low enough to tease him with part of her cleavage, there was quite a bit to see—and the waves of lust that emitted from his own toned one as he did so unnoticed by the silver eyed female.
"Whoa. Did you do all this? It looks amazing! I thought we were going out for tonight though..."
"Did I ever tell you how cute it is when you talk like that?” He asked her while standing up.
"I think you just did." She giggled in response.
He said nothing more beyond that, instead he slowly advanced towards her while she placed her keys on the nearby table and hung her black coat on the rack. When he was close enough, he pinched the foil cover of the protection between his teeth. He'd made sure that he'd bought a good brand; it would feel exactly like skin to skin for her without the danger of her catching an infection or him impregnating her. Not that he had any infections that he knew of, but still, he couldn't take any risks.
The girl hummed in confusion as she caught sight of it. "What's that?" Blood rushed into her face as she giggled nervously at the sight of his tanned torso.
The brunette remained silent still, simply placing his right hand beside her head, a soft gasp escaping her throat as he did so.
“E-Eren!?” She stuttered. “W-what are you doing?” Then her eyes fell upon the small white script scrawled across the front of the foil.
‘May I love you?’
Her delicate hands came to rest against his exposed chest, shaking the tiniest bit with how nervous she was.
“Eren…” She whispered softly.
This was it, he was going to look like a complete fool if he didn’t already in her eyes.
“Love me as much as you want.”
Was this real? Was he experiencing an auditory hallucination? The brunette shot her a worried look. ‘Are you sure?’ She nodded. ‘Yes…’
The biggest, warmest smile crept onto his face, and then he was leaning in, and then he pulled away when his peach tinted lips barely ghosted over the ruby red of hers. The female pouted as he denied her the satisfaction that she craved after months of shying away from this act. He merely smiled playfully at her before a high pitched adorable squeak left her oesophagus as he lifted her up into his arms. They were strong, and they carried her tiny form to their bedroom.
“I… I won’t do this if you don’t want me to.” He told her.
“I… D-do it… please…” The girl pleaded.
The male chuckled, nuzzling his head into her collarbone.
“I love you so much.”
A giggle that sounded more like the tinkling of tiny bells rang through the air.
“I love you too.” She responded in between her laughter.
He set her down gently onto the bed, but not before quickly grabbing a wet wipe and cleaning the lipstick off of her lips. “So we won’t have to worry about smudges.” He explained, and she nodded in understanding. The male chuckled lightly once more before pressing his lips against hers, the female humming softly and running her fingers through his chocolate hair.
Broad fingers worked effortlessly, sliding the thin straps of lace off of her shoulders, before the piece fell away from her body altogether, the article covering her chest following it soon after. The girl released frenzied breaths as he pressed his toned body against hers, pushing his leg between both of her slender ones which caused her to gasp. He smirked at her reaction, then began trailing sloppy open mouthed kisses from her jawline down to her neck. She could feel every indent his lips held brushing against her skin, the texture both rough and soft. He worked steadily, with purpose, decorating and attacking her flawless neck and collarbones, her extravagant chest and her toned stomach with kisses, licks, and love marks. The girl shuddered as his tresses tickled her stomach, inhaling softly as the waistband of the article that covered her lower half was snagged by his incisors. Her breath came out soft but frantic as he removed it in such an intimate manner, the moans that she released as he gave the inner skin of her thighs from the knee joint to where her precious flower was the same treatment in the same order as the rest of her body silenced and instead were replaced with a shiver of delight as he ghosted his lips over her hidden rosebud, his wet muscle soon sliding directly over it, eliciting a loud cry from her vocals.
When he pulled his head away after some time, licking her nectar off of his face, everything felt different—like the dim, dying embers in her soul, starved of passion by her own reluctance, had been reignited into burning, wondrous flames… That continued to grow brighter and hotter as he shed himself of the remainder of his clothing and wrapped himself with the plastic. Neither of them knew of the world of wonder known as lovemaking that had yet to be discovered as his arms caged her small frame beneath his own; all the love and adoration she thought she would be without swirling in his emerald eyes which stared into her own diamond irises. And the only sound besides the ones that escaped the young couple—her whimpers of need, their shared pants for air, their shared moans of pleasure—was the immensely faint crackling of the candlewicks, their edges becoming singed, blackened and falling away from their source as ashes, the flames that adorned them dancing in time with their movements. And as her eyelids fluttered shut, unable to open due to the sheer intensity of this shared experience, the two could feel nothing but their own concupiscence—an innocent one on her part—ensnaring them both in its ever blazing heat.
And they loved every second of it.
As the male's movements ceased to an end, he allowed a chuckle to escape his throat at her state: hair dishevelled and panting; cheeks ablaze with heat; pale, smooth skin glistening with sweat; chest rising and falling as she inhaled much needed gulps of air. The girl tilted her head at him, her eyes demanding an explanation as to what he found so funny. He pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You.” The brunette whispered.
With the rather adorable face that he made, it was hard for her to stay irritated, and she ended up breaking into fits of giggles. The girl fell asleep soon after, his warmth surrounding her as his arms wrapped around her from behind, his lips planting gentle kisses along the nape of her neck, which helped her to drift off quicker. He smiled at the sight of her snoring softly, and soon joined her in the world of dreams, wondering what the future would bring for the both of them.