Rein glanced up from her laptop screen. The sounds of full scale weeping and crying had trickled down the stairs to the first level and the three bodyguards exchanged looks. Edel's obvious crush on the blonde predictably had the strawberry blonde half-rising out of her chair where she had been reading up on Midchildan dating customs on her phone.
Rolling her eyes, Rein's hand darted out to clamp hard around Edel's wrist. "Leave it, it's not an episode and no one's calling for our aid."
"Yes, but…" Red eyes boring meaningfully into her subordinate, Rein did not relinquish her hold on the younger woman. "Am I needing to find another agent more amenable to obeying me?" The woman asked in quiet warning.
Finally subsiding, Edel swallowed and shook her head. Then and only then did Rein release her wrist, fading marks from the amount of strength the silver haired woman had employed temporarily visible on her skin.
Sparing another few seconds to stare Edel down into submission, Rein shifted her eyes to meet the verdant green of her Japanese subordinate, except that the woman's gaze had been cast out to the ocean in the distance. Ginga's jaw was tense, and Rein could tell the woman was not pleased that the two TSAB executives seemed to be connecting on a more personal level. There seemed to be a level of resignation in the set of the woman's shoulders, as if she had known this would happen, so Rein felt it needless to intervene.
A soft alert pulled her attention back to the laptop, and she read through the email that had just arrived. "Seems our contract is coming to a close," she informed her people quietly. Feeling two sets of eyes on her, she elaborated, "Miss Hayate is adjusting the terms to on-site, point to point guarding, until the remainder of the three months is up."
Her gaze shifted to meet that of the other two bodyguards, "We'll take turns fetching them to and from. They'll contact us if they need transport or guarding elsewhere, all PTO will be covered." Both women looked reluctant to accept the change but it was not their decision to make and they knew it.
"I guess we should start packing. When does the change take effect?" Ginga was the one asking, and Rein smiled approvingly, glad to see the woman was applying professional distance in this instance. Yawning, Rein stretched and popped a few joints in her back and shoulders. "Monday. We'll close shop here Sunday," she mumbled after groaning with some relief, "It's been a time guarding an insomniac."
Ginga eyed her with obvious annoyance, and Rein hid a smirk, knowing the woman had not yet forgiven her boss for having some fun with her ex-girlfriend. The silver haired woman would never lay claim to being some all-knowing master manipulator, but she was gratified that things appeared to be working out between the two executives. They were talking, at least, and spending time together.
Rein knew the Takamachi heir still had truckloads of baggage to deal with, and hoped the princess was up to the task, though from what she had observed over the months, the gentle blonde possessed far more steely determination than one might have guessed from initial appearances. And that was a good and necessary thing. Anyone wanting to dance with the White Devil needed that sort of conviction. Conviction that her subordinate unfortunately lacked all those years ago.
"I'll go pack first since my things are below." Rein cocked an ear towards the second level. The sounds of crying seemed to have tapered off, leaving mostly silence. On a hunch, she addressed her subordinates, "Also, we'll probably be keeping watch below tonight. I'll take first shift, Ginga second, Edel last. Stay on the first floor unless we're called for." Waiting to get confirmations from both women, Rein nodded and headed over to where her single bed had been set up.
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Nanoha found herself in the refuge of prime numbers and dry contract law once more. After a long spate of cuddling, the women had noticed it was coming to bedtime and Fate was still dressed in her formal kimono. Much preferring the executive's help to Ginga's, Fate had shyly asked the auburn haired woman to help her out of the elaborate, silken cocoon that was the beautiful, two-layered garment.
Nanoha had agreed, but reluctantly at first, until Fate's downcast expression told her the blonde had mistaken her reticence for ambivalence towards the royal's looks. Exceedingly sensitive to the woman's moods now that the barriers between them had been swept aside, she had taken Fate's hands in hers, pressing kisses to them to reassure the woman.
"Feito-chan, look at me," Nanoha said seriously, willing those wine-rich eyes to meet her own. Fate had been staring at the ground, her old insecurities rearing their ugly heads to remind her how gangly and unattractive she was, the spare no one needed and merely tolerated for the family's greater purposes and goals.
Afraid of what she would see in Nanoha's eyes, Fate forced herself to look up, and felt her knees go weak. That raw hunger was back again, untempered by any doubt of the blonde's feelings, or her own. Just like that time back in the ICU, she felt her soul being sucked into the whirlpool of desire that was the executive's heated stare. There, in the quiet of the walk-in closet, Fate sensed how a prey would feel when confronted by the wildly ravenous predator Nanoha embodied in this very moment. She quivered helplessly, caught.
Hypnotised, Fate felt herself sway closer to the magnetic presence, the hot slickness between her legs blooming in heated throbs, a response to that hungry look being sent her way. Nanoha was struggling, Fate realised with startled wonder. She was doing this to the woman she loved. Suddenly, every perceived blemish and fault Fate found in herself paled next to the naked want the blonde could see in Nanoha's eyes.
"Do you understand now?" Nanoha whispered, breaking her laden stare to bow her head, pressing the blonde's hands to her forehead now gleaming with a thin sheen of perspiration. "I find Feito-chan so beautiful I can hardly breathe sometimes." Her rough admission was almost a growl and the blonde could see the spasmodic movement in the woman's leonine throat as she swallowed back her most base desires. Not trusting herself to reply, Fate simply drew the woman up into a full body hug, feeling the bowstrung tension that was Nanoha's ironclad will manifest.
Pulling back from the hug, the auburn haired woman studied Fate's expression and was relieved to see the woman appearing more comfortable in her own skin now. "Turn around," Nanoha husked, eliciting another shudder through the blonde's silk-encased body as she complied. As clinically as she could, the executive removed the stiff scarlet sash from around Fate. Even the mere warmth permeating the material she was painstakingly folding and putting aside was testing her. Nanoha wanted to possess that warmth, to build it to a roaring inferno and claim every bit of the woman as hers. She was not lying when she told Fate that it was going to be torture.
Carefully peeling off the lavish garment, then the layer underneath, she quickly removed herself from the blonde's immediate presence to hang up the expensive fabrics prior to storing. "Please put on something, quickly," Nanoha urged Fate, her tone short and eyes averted. The woman's usual penchant for lacy underwear had not diminished with the loss of her memories and the executive had to bite her lower lip until it almost bled to not bury herself into that prodigious chest or dive between those never ending legs where a heavily intoxicating scent was emanating from.
Understanding where Nanoha's shortness was coming from now, Fate grabbed whatever was close at hand and escaped into the bathroom to grant the Japanese woman a reprieve. Inside, she blew out a shaky breath. She knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that Nanoha was the woman for her. That did not mean she knew what all that entailed aside from what her own tentative explorations had taught her about her own body, or the kisses and touches they had shared so far.
Slipping a hand past her panties' waistband, she gasped at how sensitive and swollen she felt there. The thin fabric was completely drenched and unsalvageable, prompting her to simply shuck it and her bra off to toss into the laundry basket tucked into the dry corner of the room. Hating to be apart from the woman even for this little span of time, Fate quickly cleaned and dried herself off, biting back yet another gasp. The torture Nanoha mentioned was definitely going to go both ways if that was all it took for the woman to turn Fate into a damp mess.
The cool satin of her plain black camisole and shorts set warmed quickly against the heated surface of her skin and Fate took a moment to splash her face with cold water, performing the rest of her nightly ablutions in a hurry while she was at it. Noting the leftover effects of her long crying jag, she rinsed and wrung out a spare washcloth and left in search of her other half. Nanoha was seated cross-legged on Fate's bed, studying the sticker prints they had taken in Japan, her face pensive.
Not even surprised when Fate intruded upon her personal space without her senses reacting, she leaned back into the arms encircling her from behind. "Penny," The blonde whispered, carefully wiping away all traces of tears from Nanoha's face.
Turning to afford the woman easier access, she showed Fate the image of herself carrying the blonde, "I wish I could still do this." Fate dabbed away the salty tracks marring the earthy beauty's face, "You will again," she told Nanoha firmly, "And I'll be with you every step of the way."
Liquid blue stared up at the determined blonde who smiled and tightened her arms around the Japanese woman's still recovering form, "I want to be strong enough to carry Nanoha, too. Can you help me do that?" Fate asked. Full lips curling into an answering smile, Nanoha nodded brightly, "Un! You were getting there, honestly, before we left for Japan."
She gave the woman another squeeze and retrieved the precious stickers to store them in the back of her secret calendar. "I found you a spare toothbrush. I figured you would want to stay upstairs tonight," Fate told Nanoha shyly. The executive turned in the blonde's arms, rubbing noses fondly with the sweetly considerate woman, "You've always been good at anticipating my thoughts. Thank you, Darling." Admiring the view of Nanoha departing to perform her own nightly wash-up, Fate smiled to herself at the collection of endearments she was already gathering in the short time since they had confessed to one another.
Fluffing her pillows while she waited, Fate made a nest against the headboard and settled in, welcoming Nanoha back with more hugs and lips brushed across one smooth temple. Mindful of the other woman's still tender spots, the blonde cradled her gingerly. That is, until Nanoha leaned up to nip the worrywart blonde on her lobe, causing the taller woman to squeak in surprise, "I'm not made of glass, Feito-chan. I want you to hold me like you'll never let go."
Blushing, Fate tightened her arm around the auburn haired woman's waist, loving how it dipped and curved perfectly under her hand. "I w-won't," She asserted, nuzzling the fragrant fall of hair under her cheek. Feeling bold, she again slipped her hand under the edge of Nanoha's tee, enjoying the velvet feel of warm skin under her touch.
Skin that rippled with laughter when Nanoha cottoned on to what the cheeky blonde was up to. "Nyahaha. Feito-chan is a pervert." The blonde noted that Nanoha had not removed her offending hand, however, only yawning and stretching in the curve of Fate's arm, calling to mind the languid behaviour of a large cat. Settling more snugly against Fate's side, she began to feel a heavy lassitude creep over her. It was upsetting to have such limited reserves but she would give all that up and more for this one perfect moment curled up against her beloved.
Slipping her own arm under the end of the blonde's thin camisole, she revelled in the feel of being surrounded by Fate. They lay in peaceful comfort for long moments, neither asleep but getting there. Then Nanoha felt the blonde inhale, "Nanoha?"
"Mmm, I love how you say my name." Burred the executive. That got her that bell-like laugh she adored and she smiled into Fate's shoulder. "Nanoha-chan," Fate tried again, getting another decadent sound of pleasure from the woman she was holding. Pressing a kiss to that warm mass of hair spilling over her arm, Fate squeezed lightly, though Nanoha could hear the blonde's heart rate pick up slightly, "What… about Rein? I thought you… with her."
Fully having expected Fate to ask, Nanoha tightened her own arm about the blonde, "I was hurting." Came Nanoha's quietly candid admission. "You seemed to be fine forgetting me and I… Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I wanted you to hurt as much as I did." Fate felt her shoulder grow damp as the executive recalled the empty days back in the Takamachi compound.
"It was all an act that Rein played along with." Raising herself up to meet Fate's eyes, the Takamachi heir's expression was full of shame and regret, "I was being a childish arse. Just because I thought I couldn't have what I wanted. I felt if I could get you and Ginga together by thinking I was with Rein, maybe it wouldn't… maybe the pain would lessen." Eyes dropping, Nanoha's hushed words were contrite, "I apologise."
Imagine her surprise when she felt Fate surging up and forward to cover her mouth in a jealously possessive kiss, the claws of the blonde's fingers digging into her buttocks as she drew Nanoha's form tightly to her own, "Did you ask to sleep with her?" Fate demanded, breaking the kiss to stare up at the bewildered woman she held. "N-No… I was having a terrible migraine and I wouldn't take any meds for it. I guess she felt she could distract m-AHN!" Again those claws dug into her flesh, Fate working her thigh between the executive's legs to lift her just enough that her whole weight was balanced on that muscle digging into her rapidly heating nethers.
"Did she touch you? The way I'm touching you?" Fate asked insistently, releasing one trembling buttock to paw roughly at Nanoha's breast through the thin material of her tee. Gasping at the suddenly forceful blonde, Nanoha arched into the woman's hands, offering herself up to those harsh touches. "No, y-your hands are the only hands I want on me." She moaned, breath hitching as she tried to speak under the loving assault. Panting, she tangled her hands in her dark angel's hair, returning the inelegant kisses, so sloppy and insistent, all while rocking over the woman's leg.
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Release came hard and fast to Nanoha, caught in Fate's unyielding possession that, while inexperienced, still sent Nanoha's senses careening into a million directions. Muffling her cries into the heavy mass of flaxen tresses falling over the woman's shoulder, Nanoha shook uncontrollably for long moments, bathing Fate's thigh in a hot wash of her essence as she clung to her tightly. Distantly, she felt teeth scoring the length of her clavicle, lips closing around soft skin to suck hard, the blonde marking her as surely as the woman was branded into her soul.
'Gods… when was the last time anyone had…' Dizzy from her exertions, Nanoha swallowed hard, still shuddering from the unexpectedly powerful climax. Slowly, she felt Fate loosen her bruising grasp. Gingerly pulling back, Nanoha glanced down at the architect of her mind-blowing pleasure who was now looking torn between shock at her own actions and complete confusion at Nanoha's wanton reaction.
Fate glanced nervously up at the gasping woman in her lap. Blue eyes hooded, panting breaths washing warmly down her cleavage to make her squirm, Nanoha did not seem angry, at least. Auburn strands mixed with gold as Nanoha dipped down to capture Fate's lips in a long, languid kiss. The executive could feel herself slipping over the thigh still pinned under her and she purred approvingly into the blonde's mouth. "Are you certain you've never done this before? Because oh my gods, that was amazing…" she murmured throatily against Fate's lips.
Blushing to her roots though she returned the kiss with interest, Fate stammered, "I don't kn-know what came over me. I didn't m-mean to… I'm sorry, did I h-hurt you?"
"Mmm, it was a good hurt." Nanoha touched lightly at the spot she had felt Fate suckling at, lips curling to see the blonde's eyes widen at the bruise beginning to surface there. About to apologise again, Nanoha silenced her with another kiss, "Shhh, I enjoyed what you did, can't you tell? Sweetheart, I made a total mess of your leg, and you haven't even undressed me." Chuckling deep in her throat, she ran nibbling kisses along the blonde's gently curving jawline. "My gods, I can't wait to do the same to you…"
"Why don't you?" Fate whispered, hands dropping to Nanoha's waist as she submitted to the woman's kisses with a soft moan. She kept her left hand assiduously slack, conscious of the bullet wounds residing there. Her right clasped and massaged at the woman's sweet curves, however, encouraging Nanoha to take things further.
Sighing, Nanoha pressed their foreheads together, brushing the pad of her thumb across lips she would never get enough of. "I haven't been exactly celibate over the years, Feito-chan. I refuse to take any chances with your health. I love you too much for that." Melting under the woman's sweet regard, Fate tried not to look too disappointed, which only made Nanoha giggle, "Nyahaha, Feito-chan really is a pervert." Growing serious once more, she brushed aside the soft fringe that had fallen over the eyes she adored, "I really am sorry for what I did with Rein."
Fate shook her head slightly, "It's not as if you had my ring on your finger…" Both women paused at the thought and Nanoha returned Fate's shy look with a warm one, both knew it would only be a matter of time. "I… was still wildly jealous," she admitted, squirming again, a move that only served to make Nanoha gasp.
Carefully extricating herself from the woman's tempting body, Nanoha hid a faint wince, knowing Fate would only blame herself if she saw her in pain. That was definitely not on the list of things Shamal would approve of. It was simply impossible to talk when Fate's softly welcoming form was so close was all. "It was still manipulative of me. Your emotions are not for toying with." She took the blonde's hand to lay it over her cheek, "Please forgive me."
"Please forgive me." Stroking the face that was her entire world, Fate frowned, eyes looking past the woman into a room with tatami mats and shoji doors. The memory of herself crying inconsolably while an emotionally wounded Nanoha shrank away from her touch. "I have hurt you, too."
Eyes widening, Nanoha tightened her hand over Fate's, trying to anchor the woman in the wash of a past life's turmoil and hurt. Slowly, crimson eyes full with unshed tears focused back onto the executive, and Nanoha swiftly pulled Fate into a hug, "No, Feito-chan, two wrongs don't make a right. We made mistakes, and will continue to do so. The important thing is to talk it out. Let our love be stronger than any of this."
Feeling exhausted from the day's roller-coasters, Fate nodded tiredly, swallowing back the urge to beg forgiveness anew. It had taken them so long to find their way back to the other. Fate could not let something Nanoha had already forgiven her for, put yet another wedge between them. "I forgive you." A part of her knew the memory of Nanoha with Rein would continue to sting for a while. Yet, Nanoha was correct. What they had together was stronger than those mistakes, she knew it was, and wonder of wonders, Nanoha agreed.
"Let's rest, Nanoha-chan. You have PT tomorrow morning."
Torn between exasperation and fondness, Nanoha propped a hand on her hip, "I suppose Shamal outed me there. The nerve of that woman."
Smiling faintly, Fate drew back the covers and settled herself under them, her wine-shaded gaze inviting Nanoha to join her with that loving glow that the executive now recognised as a look the blonde reserved just for her. Gladly accepting, she snuggled back against the lanky blonde's side. "The doctor knew you would need reminders." Was all Fate would share, pulling the covers warmly over the both of them and speaking into the smart remote to turn the lights down and dim the glass panels. She wanted this to be the best rest Nanoha had ever had since she had gotten so badly hurt.
"Feito-chan…" Nanoha felt the arm around her waist tighten slightly, indicating the blonde was listening, "Tenshi… Arigato~" Thank you, Angel.
Smiling lips pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Nanoha drifted off into the first true rest she'd had since those heady days in the Japanese inn.
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Waking up with Fate spooned around her felt so heavenly and unreal that Nanoha had wondered in a panic if yesterday had been nothing but a fevered dream. The long-fingered hand drawing lazy circles over her tummy felt very real, however, not to mention the toe-curling kiss that followed after she had done a spine-popping stretch and rolled over to face the blonde.
Fate was a light sleeper thanks to a lifetime of unwelcome family checking in on her back when she still lived in Midchilda. Something she was grateful for when the slight change in Nanoha's breathing had nudged her awake. Cocooned under the blankets with the woman, Fate was pleased to see that Nanoha had not changed position all night, meaning her rest had indeed been deep.
Recognising that she was feeling a great amount of anticipation just to have Nanoha awake once more, Fate simply remained still, her only concession being to draw little circles over the magnificent abdomen under her hand. Her patience was rewarded when the beauty in her arms slowly began to stir on her own. Admiring the flexibility apparent in the woman's sleepy stretches, she couldn't help the smile that greeted Nanoha's own drowsy mumbles.
Eyes framed by heavy scarlet-tinted lashes focused immediately on the smiling blonde. The moment Fate saw that Nanoha was conscious, she leaned over to offer the woman a good morning kiss.
"Mmmmm…" More than happy to return the affection, Nanoha snaked an arm around the blonde's slim neck and felt her eyes drifting closed again as she sank into the bliss of the moment. Fate was truly a remarkable kisser, the blonde lending her entire attention to the endeavour and leaving Nanoha without a shred of doubt that nothing and no one took precedence over her in this moment in time. Nanoha wondered if all those years spent alone had the blonde accumulating all kinds of pent-up fantasies that she was now the lucky, lucky recipient of. If so, the auburn haired woman was certainly not complaining.
"The sun's not up," Nanoha noted, absently stroking the blonde's nape with the tips of her calloused fingers. Shivering at the immediate goosebumps that chased themselves over her skin, Fate made a sound of agreement, not really up to talking just yet. Her hand had found its way under that little tee again, and Nanoha found herself battling her own wave of goosebumps rising in the wake of the blonde's touch.
"Why are we?" Laughing softly at the not-wholly rhetorical question, Fate tweaked a bit of that velvety skin she was exploring, causing Nanoha to jump a little, "Because you're a disgustingly early bird?"
Nanoha appeared surprised at her own denseness, "When I could be sleeping in with you? The fuck is wrong with me?"
"Language!" Fate scolded, "Do you kiss your mother with those lips?"
"Please don't bring up my Kaa-chan when we're like this, it feels all kinds of wrong."
That got another low laugh out of the blonde. It felt like all she did was smile and laugh when she was with Nanoha. "My bad, let me make it up to you…" The blonde's hand got bolder, prompting Nanoha to snatch at Fate's wrist.
"Ah, ah, ah, naughty Feito-chan. We're taking it slow, remember?" Thwarted again, Fate pouted. Since Nanoha was unable to resist and kissed her to make up for the disappointment, the blonde supposed she could not complain too much. "I just want to touch you all over," Fate complained.
"You will," Nanoha promised, eyes shaded violet in the low light of dawn heatedly raked the gloriously tousled blonde from head to toe, that ever-present hunger leaking slightly past the executive's self-control again. "And much, much morrrre. Buuuut, only after I've been tested clean." She smooched Fate in-between every word of her last sentence, spurring the blonde to play tit-for-tat, a game the auburn haired woman was more than happy to participate in.
Feeling giddy from getting to live out one of her many dreams involving Nanoha, Fate fell back against the pillows, immediately gaining a gorgeous Japanese limpet attached to her side. "It feels as if I will wake up at any moment," Fate confessed in a voice rife with wonder and disbelief. It would be a long time, if ever, that the blonde would ever get used to the reality that was loving and being loved by this matchless woman in her arms. Nanoha was slightly winded from the play session and Fate decided to take things down a notch to afford the recovering heir time to catch her breath.
"I know," Nanoha blew out a breath to shift aside the bangs that had fallen into her eyes again. "I woke up thinking yesterday was all a dream my brain had made up as a cruel joke. That I'd wake and be all alone in my bed again, wishing for something I could never have." She laid her head down, pressing her ear to the spot over Fate's heart.
The slightly elevated, steady beat was real enough to evoke tears in the Japanese woman, and her hold on the blonde grew tighter. "I want to say that I don't deserve this much happiness," She murmured past a voice choking up with emotions, "That I've done nothing to earn your love." Fate held back her need to reassure the woman momentarily, understanding that Nanoha strove against her own demons, just as she did. There was nothing she did not believe they could not overcome together, but she held her peace to give the executive the space she needed to work through what had been an extremely trying period.
"But I know it's just my insecurities talking." Fate felt calloused fingers linking with her own, the woman brushing her lips across the blonde's digits, "I have no right to take away your agency, the choices you've made on your own. Feito-chan is Feito-chan. So I just want to treasure every single second I've been blessed to spend with you."
Eyes full, Fate wondered if it was possible to fall in love with the woman all over again. "From as far back as I can recall, I was never allowed to be my own person." The blonde whispered in the bubble of intimacy they had built around them, "Every decision was made for me. Every life's choice was not mine to choose. The one time I really rebelled…" She sniffled, "I almost lost you. Only with you, am I free to be myself. Not only that, but the best version of myself."
Gentle fingers brushed away the tears Nanoha knew she would find in the blonde's eyes. "I want to destroy every individual that almost stole you from me." Fate raggedly admitted, "I want them to suffer pain a thousand times what you suffered; bleed a thousand times more than you bled. But.. What you just said… it puts things in perspective for me. The best vengeance is to live the fullest life I possibly can, with you. They do not deserve my time, or even my hate. My emotions are for you. My time is for you. You are my everything, Nanoha-chan."
Nanoha's lopsided smile grew tremulous, "I love you so much, I feel like I may explode at any moment, I can't hold this all in." Fate cuddled the woman up in her arms. "Save your exploding for when we can do it together," the blonde whispered saucily, eliciting another giggle from the executive. "Nyahaha, Feito-chan has a one-track mind."
"Can you blame me?" Fate complained, "I don't have all my memories but I know I have had the hots for you from the very beginning." Fate paused, then gave the woman an innocent smile, "Both times."
Choking back a laugh, she tickled Fate's ribs just a tad, making the bed she was lying on wiggle and squirm in the most delicious of ways, "Ah, yes," She drawled sardonically, "The 'Half-Dead in the ICU' look, gets the girls every time."
"Mmmhmm," Fate readily agreed, "You got me, didn't you?"
Nanoha chuckled, "And I'll be forever grateful that it worked on you." Yawning again, Nanoha undimmed the glass panels by a few steps with the remote and cast a weighing glance at the weak light of false dawn sneaking into the apartment. "I'll go get my walk in before breakfast."
Sighing indulgently at her beloved's insane work ethic, Fate kissed her Saturday sleep-in goodbye and slid out of bed. Offering Nanoha a hand, she helped the Japanese woman up. "Er, Feito-chan, just go back to sleep, I'm sure one of the guards…"
"Would you let me walk on my own with Edel?"
Recalling some of the looks she had seen the strawberry blonde bodyguard sending Fate's way, Nanoha bared her teeth slightly, "The hell I would…" And then she stopped and cast Fate an apologetic glance. The blonde merely arched a brow at the auburn haired woman.
"I get it." Fate did not want Nanoha going walkies with Rein, either. The Takamachi heir felt obligated to clarify that the silver haired bodyguard had been nothing but professional, but perhaps it was a tad too soon. Recognising that this was still the earliest stages of their fledgling relationship, Nanoha took a moment to slip a hand up into the blonde's hair, drawing the woman's lips down for a kiss.
This was no hurried affair, the Japanese woman curling her free arm around Fate's waist to seal their fronts together. Full lips invited the blonde to explore and be explored and Nanoha poured all of her attention into reassuring Fate that she was Fate's and only Fate's.
Consumed so skillfully right where she stood, Fate felt her knees go weak under the loving onslaught of suckling nips and a tongue that seemed to encompass her own with a blazing agility that sent her into another plane just imagining that same tongue on other parts of her person. The blonde did her best to keep up, to return as good as she got, but it was all she could do to cling to the woman, haltingly mimicking what Nanoha was doing to her.
Eventually, Fate was given permission to breathe and she panted weakly against Nanoha who kept a firm arm around the swaying blonde. "I… What…" Words. Words were hard. Reeling from the sizzling offensive that had come out of nowhere, Fate met blue eyes that drew her in with unspoken words of endless desire. "What was that about?"
Closing the mere inch that was between them, Nanoha caught Fate's lower lip between even white incisors, flicking the imprisoned bit of flesh teasingly with that long tongue of hers. "Just reminding Feito-chan that she is the only one for me," she purred huskily once she released that quivering lip from her teeth's grasp.
"The same with Feito-chan letting others know I'm hers," Dark eyes hooded, Nanoha tugged lightly at the collar of her tee, showing Fate the obvious love bite on her collarbone. Smirking at the blonde's intense blush, she simply said, "I'll meet you on the porch in fifteen." Gentle fingers caressed one warm cheek and then the woman was gone, leaving a stupefied and breathless mess of a royal behind.