I may actually do them both, but here’s one to start. And I may have taken an idea from you (you know which one when you read it). 😉
Arcanus and Ellie: No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.
She knows her mate is awake by the soft slide of talons in her hair, the blunt point at their tips giving her scalp the occasional, tickling scratch as his actions loosen any tangles in her hair from sleep. Arcanus seems to have never gotten over his fascination with the silky sensation of human hair and it always gives her a sense of pride to possess something so entrancing for him, yet so simple for herself. A human would never get lost in the act of touching it quite like he does and she can tell the act is just as calming to him as it is her. Her enjoyment comes from more than just the feeling of playing with her hair, but also in the sense of him relaxing and thinking not of work or what to do to pass the time in between work, but sating his curiosity.
Sometimes she’s almost disappointed that’s all it takes, that it’s such a simple answer to the puzzle that is Arcanus Reguix, but it’s hard to be frustrated when he’s involved. She’d much rather spend that energy trying to find what else gets his mind off of running the Wraiths. Whatever she’s doing seems to be working, as she’s noticed a change in just how much time he puts to work since they all first arrived on Virmire. He’s still a workaholic, but, then again, she has no real place to talk when she still gets cabin fever if she’s stuck on Virmire without a job for too long.
Despite how much she’s trying to learn from Jane how to relax and chose herself over work, she still feels that draw to get out, to slip into the secure targets to get valuable information and leave without a trance. Perhaps it’s just the rush that she can’t quite put down, and she knows she won’t just quit work, but she’s made some improvements over the years.
No one ever said Rome was built in a day, afterall.
Ellie hums to let him know she’s awake, though she knows he could already tell. Nuzzling against his chest, she hears him purr in that smooth timbre she loves and smiles. He’s often one to wake up hours before her, but, on some mornings like this one, he stays with her even when she’s sure he’s itching from lack of work. The thought makes her chuckle softly.
“A laugh is not something I would expect directly after waking,” he says, a hint of confusion in his voice, and she opens her eyes, letting her chuckle deepen.
“I was just thinking.” She looks up to him, his plates slightly rough under her cheek, and smirking playfully. “What did I do to keep you in bed after you woke up?”
His mandibles lower gently in a something that isn’t exactly a smile as she’d know it in a human, but is a welcome change in his ‘professional facade’. She knows he’s not one to find a way to voice his emotions, having kept himself guarded for so long – thanks in part to herself, her mind so traitorously reminds her – but the slight changes in his mood tells her enough. There also isn’t really misinterpreting his staying here with her, playing with her hair, and overall forgetting about responsibilities.
Sitting up, stretches her arms before smiling and tilting her head. “Well, I’m glad you stayed.” She wants to kiss him, but feels that isn’t really the politest thing to do given notorious human morning breath, so she cups his cheek instead and moves to climb out of bed. With blankets pulled back, she slides over to get up, but his hand around her wrist stops her and she chuckles. “I kinda need to go brush my teeth.”
“Do you need to use the facilities as well?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re so blunt,” she says around her chuckles, touching his hand with her other in assurance that she’ll be back, and shifts to put her feet on the ground. “But I love you for it.”
His only answer is a hum as he, with his grip still on her hand, tugs her off balance and she falls back onto his chest with an unceremonious grunt. She snorts and tries to swat at his clingy hand, positive he is playing with fire wanting her to stick around with her sure to be horrid breath. She’s pretty sure he only lets her go by his own choice as he takes her chin in his hand and gently turns her head to face his.
Voice low and with a slight whisper of demand in his tone, he rumbles and says, “I am not letting you go. It is too early to get out of bed.” Chuckling, she smiles warmly in his palm, but he isn’t swayed. “We can return to duties later.”
“This is an amazing shift in attitude from you,” she agrees with a huff of a laugh, “but I’m pretty sure you’d agree with me needing to brush my teeth. Us humans get pretty disgusting in the morning.”
Purring, he presses his forehead to hers. “I do not care.”
She knows a simple statement about her breath shouldn’t matter, but he knocks her off-kilter with one of those Arcanus-famous gestures of affection hidden in his unique mannerisms that many take as disconnect and apathy. Touched by the reminder that he can be a different man in her company than the ever professional merc boss, Ellie caresses his cheek and tilts her head to press her lips to his mouth. She knows he still finds the gesture perplexing given that he lacks lips to properly reciprocate, but his people definitely have the deeper kissing down to an art.
His growls lightly as he opens his mouth and licks once at her lips before she parts them for his tongue to slide in. Her breath puffs out as she closes her eyes at the taste of him – a smoky spice – and feel of his textured tongue as it flicks against her own. It slides against her own before curling and gripping, and that’s what pulls a breathy moan from her lungs as he releases her chin to let her correct her position to something more comfortable without ever breaking their kiss.
As she moves to straddle him, Arcanus slides his hands into her hair and nudges her over and under him. She’d usually put up more of a struggle out of play, but the way he rumbles into her mouth as his tongue teases hers distracts her. Before she knows it, she’s beneath him and cradled between the soft bed and his warm plates. The feeling of him completely encompassing her sends tremors down her spine and she moans softly in his mouth, the sound shifting into a surprised whine as he pulls away.
Silence fills the room as he leans back and just looks at her, golden eyes taking her in. She blushes a bit under his intense gaze, but his expression softens as he ghosts a knuckle across her cheek. She leans into his touch, and it seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in as he dips his head against her neck, taking a deep inhale against her ear before dragging his tongue along her pulse.
Gasping softly, Ellie slips her fingers beneath his long cheek fringe and rubs at the sensitive hide there. He growls and nips her skin before shifting to rest on an elbow as his opposite hand runs down her neck and stops at her chest to cup her breast. She makes her own, very human, purr of approval as he circles her nipple with the pad of his thumb before pulling her earlobe between his mouth plates to tug gently before lathing with his tongue.
“Arcanus,” she whispers and gets a rumble in all the acknowledgement he’ll give her before he shifts and drops his mouth to her untouched breast. His tongue begins to mimic his thumb’s movements as he draws soft moans from her lips as she grips his shoulder with one hand and rubs his fringe in time with his movements. A warmth spreads through her body as she runs her hand along his fringe and smiles. “Love?” He seems to hear the shift in her voice as he pauses his ministrations to glance up to her. “Can you do the thing?”
He feels his mandibles spread against her flushed skin as he purrs, amused, before returning his attention to her skin. Suddenly, like a prickling sensation, she feels his energy just as wisps of blue dance off his plates. In seconds, the feeling turns into a rush of liquid heat across her skin and she gasps, arching under him as his biotics tease her nerves. She grips his shoulders as she squirms under him, feeling his mouth travelling lower as his growling deepens at what she’s sure is the strong scent of her desperate arousal.
Ellie nearly cries out when his rough tongue finally touches her folds, but it’s a near thing as she bucks against him, eyes clenching. His long drag of a tongue that’s surrounded in a warm, just buzzing sensation pulls a wanton moan from her as she clenches her thighs against his face and begins to pant. His name might fall from her lips in some of those gasps for air as he circles her clit with a glowing thumb as his tongue curls within her, drawing circles over her g-spot before sliding deeper in a thrust.
Her hand flies to his fringe as she whines and tenses, thighs pressing hard enough to feel his plates scrape against the sweaty skin. He’s dragged her to the brink with the overload of sensation and it takes one hard thrust of his tongue against her walls before she cries out and throws her head back into the sheets. Arcanus continues to string out her orgasm, though, as he drops his biotics, but keeps with the pressure on her clit and caresses against her walls.
It seems like an eternity before he lets her down, growling softly as he pulls away just enough to give her thigh a nip and make her jerk. She grabs at his shoulders, fingers trying to find purchase on the natural grooves, and she pulls him back over her. Huffing a laugh, she cups his face and kisses him deeply, not caring for her mixing with his natural taste.
She only parts when her lungs burn for air and lays her head back against the sheets. “I… expect this… every morning… before brushing… my teeth.”
He rumbles in amusement before pressing his forehead to hers. “If that is what you wish.”
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