Heat
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I wish I owned Diavolos, but I don’t. I’m just borrowing these characters for a little while and then returning them unharmed.
Author’s Notes- I have always struggled writing NSFW scenes until I started writing for Kenna and Diavolos. The inspiration is constant. They are just too hot to be denied. This is a short fic focusing on their first fight as a married couple and my head canon about how their fights usually end 😊.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos have their first real fight as a married couple but get distracted as the heat of anger turns into a different type of heat.
Words- 779
“You are so unreasonable…”
“I’m unreasonable? You refuse to listen to sense!”
“..it’s peacetime…”
“…there will always be people looking to challenge the crown…”
“You have the most cynical way of seeing the world!”
The words were getting more and more heated and their voices were getting louder. What had started out as a simple disagreement about military strategy had somehow become a full-fledged argument.
Kenna glared at her husband of one-month, who glared right back at her. His posture was rigid, his handsome features were set in a scowl and his dark eyes were full of heat and suddenly, as she looked at him, she was the one filled with heat. All thoughts about military strategy vanished in a flash, other thoughts taking precedence.
Diavolos must have seen something in her expression because his angry rant trailed off and a moment later she was in his arms and his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. He ran one hand through her hair while the other gripped her back pulling her tight against him. Kenna tugged at the back of his neck, pulling his head down to hers to get a better angle.
“Even when I’m furious, I want you,” he muttered against her lips before pulling back to look at her, though he kept his hands where they were, tugging on her hair slightly so that she was looking into his eyes. “I want you so badly I can’t think straight.”
“Then you should do something about that,” Kenna challenged, deciding to ignore the fact that they were in the war room and anyone could walk in at any moment. Right now, she really didn’t give a damn.
Apparently, Diavolos didn’t either, because he let go of her hair and used both hands to hoist her up into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, an action that caused her skirts to hike up around her waist, their mouths coming together in another kiss.
Diavolos walked them a short distance and pushed her up against the nearest wall. He released her mouth and began kissing his way down her neck and shoulders while he used one hand to push down her undergarments, keeping the other one braced against the wall. Once the offending garment was on the floor, his talented fingers began to explore her secret folds.
“So wet already,” he whispered against her neck, biting down gently as he continued to tease her with his fingers, causing her to squirm against him. “Does arguing always turn you on, my queen, or is it just me that has that effect on you?”
“It’s you,” Kenna admitted with a groan, digging one hand into his back while reaching for the tie of his pants with the other. “I want you even when I know I shouldn’t.” In fact that basically summed up their entire relationship. “And right now I want you inside of me.”
Diavolos muttered a curse and then removed his hand from between her legs, causing her to whine a bit in protest, and using it to shove his pants down. A moment later he entered her in a quick movement, causing Kenna to let a little cry as she shifted to accommodate him. A cry that quickly turned into shouts of pleasure as he pumped into her hard and fast, bracing them both against the stone wall.
He wound his free hair in her hair and pulled her face forward for a rough kiss. She responded eagerly, giving as good as she got. She moved her hips in time with his thrust and squeezed her legs around him to draw him as deep into her as possible.
Anger was completely forgotten, replaced with passion and need. It was quick and furious and soon they were both panting their release against each other’s skin.
Diavolos gave her one last rough kiss before pulling out of her and gently helping her to her feet. “That was…”
“Yeah…” Kenna agreed, struggling to catch her breath. She adjusted her skirts and gathered her discarded undergarments and then grinned up at her husband. “I think we just had our first fight and managed to come up with a pretty incredible way making up.”
“Is that what just happened?” Diavolos asked as he pulled up his pants and then reached for her. “If so, it is the most satisfying argument I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” Kenna agreed, winding her arms around his neck, her previous anger replaced with a very satisfied glow. She knew that they wouldn’t always agree, but if all their arguments ended like this one, well… She’d be a very satisfied woman.
- End
