Summary: Kenna tries to focus on her duties, but finds herself quite distracted by someone aboard the airship.
A/N: So it’s not full on smut, but the smut is more implied so I categorized it that way. I figured it was better to be safe than sorry 🙂
After Whitlock put the airship on autopilot, he and the others went to bed, leaving Kenna alone in the control room. It was late, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the maps on the table before her. What was she going to do? Sooner or later, Azura was going to come for them and she had to be ready. Too many people were depending on her. In spite of all this, Kenna couldn’t seem to keep a certain person out of her thoughts, no matter how she tried.
“Kenna.”
She whirled around, blade drawn, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
“Gods, Diavolos!” she exclaimed, lowering her weapon. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I could’ve killed you.”
“You’re expecting an ambush on board?” he asked calmly, one eyebrow raised.
Yes, but not the kind you’re thinking of she thought.
“Diavolos, I’m busy,” she said, turning back to the table. Kenna heard his footsteps approach and stop just behind her. Don’t turn around she instructed herself. Kenna forced herself to pull her focus back down to the maps, surveying the five kingdoms.
“I know you’ve thought about that night,” Diavolos said quietly. Kenna felt her fingers tremble at the thought of how close he was standing to her and she gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white.
“No, I haven’t,” she lied. In truth, Kenna had thought about their passionate night together a lot over the years. She’d kept it a secret, one she’d relived over and over in her head. But no matter how much she might want him, she couldn’t be distracted. War was brewing; there was no time for what she might want, the secrets she might want to confess.
“Kenna.” His voice was soft as he inched closer. Kenna felt him sweep her hair to one side, exposing her neck.
“I’m busy,” she repeated, although her voice sounded much less convincing this time. Diavolos closed what little space was left between them, their bodies flush against one another. Kenna didn’t pull away. What am I doing? she asked herself. Focus. Focus. Look at the maps. Plan your defenses. You have to–
Kenna felt his lips on her neck, his warm breath tracing a line down from her ear to her shoulder.
“Are you still busy?” Diavolos murmured.
“Yes,” she said, although the end of the word floated up like a question. Diavolos put his hands on her hips and Kenna pressed back against him. Damn him she thought. I don’t have time for this. I have to–
Diavolos kissed her neck again and slid his hands around her front, wrapping his arms around her. Kenna made one last attempt to focus on the maps before her before she closed her eyes. Oh, hells. Forget it.
Kenna turned around in his arms to face Diavolos. His eyes were close, his lips hesitating just shy of hers.
“Are you still busy?” he whispered.
“Very,” she whispered, her voice lost in their kiss as her lips crashed into his. His tongue melded against hers and he picked her up, setting her on the table. Kenna felt the maps shift beneath her, but, in that moment, she no longer cared. She couldn’t think of the wars that had been or the war that was to come. All Kenna could think of in that moment was Diavolos’s mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, his hips between her knees, and the admittance of a secret she’d held within her for so long. Kenna reached for the ties on his tunic.
“What if someone hears us?” Diavolos murmured, sliding his hands up her legs, under her dress.
“I don’t care,” Kenna said as she pulled him closer. “I’m tired of keeping secrets.
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