Reunited
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- @violetflipflops requested “moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed”, she also got to listen to me complain when the characters were being difficult (lol). This is a follow up to “Don’t Want to Let You Go”.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Diavolos returns from his first post-wedding trip to Lykos.
Words- 1064
Kenna listened to the Fydorian ambassador drone on and on about wine pricing, silently wondering if Tevan chosen this ambassador because he hoped that she’d be so bored that she’d agree to any deal. Or maybe he just wanted to spare himself the lectures on specific grapes and how they need to be valued higher.
Of course, it didn’t help that Kenna’s attention was already focused elsewhere, making the meeting even more unbearable. She was bored and impatient.
“You seem distracted, Your Majesty,” Jackson teased once the meeting finally ended.
Kenna tried to glare, but it was a half-hearted attempt. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only to those who know you,” Jackson assured her, “besides I’m sure Lord Alvin was too wrapped up in his figures to notice your lack of enthusiasm or the way you kept glancing out the window.”
“It’s been almost three weeks,” Kenna pointed out, unable to contain her frustration.
“I know,” Jackson said sympathetically, “and the messenger said he’d be home today, but you know it depends on the wind.”
Yes, rationally Kenna knew that. Just like she knew that it wasn’t Diavolos’s fault that there had been unrest in Lykos caused by a group who resented the Nevrakis family being restored to the throne, meaning he’d had to extend his trip. However, that didn’t mean she was happy about it. She missed her husband, damn it.
Just then there was a cry and one of the guards came running, “Your Majesty, the King’s airship has been spotted, it should be arriving imminently.”
“Thank you,” Kenna told the guard with a smile.
“Do you want me to accompany you to the lawn?” Jackson asked her.
“Sure,” Kenna agreed and then grinned, “after such a long trip, I’m sure Commander Magnus will need a drink or two.”
Jackson blushed at her implication. “I was debating issuing an invitation to the tavern,” he admitted, “as friends of course.”
Kenna smirked but didn’t push the subject, after all, Jackson’s personal life was his business. Instead, they talked about castle business as they headed towards the lawn.
A few minutes later, the airship landed. Kenna watched impatiently as some of the crew exited and then a familiar black-clad figure strode off the ship. Kenna ran towards him, all sense of propriety and station momentarily forgotten.
Diavolos immediately swept her off her feet, crushing her against his chest. “Hells I’ve missed you,” he murmured as his lips found hers.
“I missed you too,” Kenna assured him.
Diavolos cast a look at their audience and groaned. “This isn’t the place for a proper reunion,” he pointed out in a low voice.
“No…” Kenna agreed shakily. It was hard to think when he was so close.
Diavolos released his hold on her and instead, took her hand.
“I’ll oversee things here,” Magnus said with a grin. Kenna hadn’t even noticed him approaching, she’d been so wrapped up in her husband. Diavolos thanked him and then tugged at Kenna’s hand, pulling her away from the airship and towards the castle.
They walked quickly through the castle until they reached their chambers. As soon as the door closed, Kenna felt her back hitting the wall, her husband’s lips against her. His kiss was rough, his tongue seeking entry to her mouth, his hands pulling her closer. They kissed frantically, tugging at clothing and discarding it haphazardly as they moved toward the bed their lips still attached.
Kenna felt the back of her legs hit the bed and then a second later, they were falling onto the bed, still tangled up in each other. Diavolos’s hand wandered down between her thighs, teasing her with skilled fingers. He groaned when he felt how wet she was already.
Kenna dug her fingers into his back. “I need you,” she groaned against his mouth, “right now.”
Diavolos didn’t need another invitation, he positioned himself above her and entered her with a smooth thrust, his mouth demanding against hers as he began to thrust his hips. Kenna arched her hips to meet him, throwing her head back in pleasure at the sensation. Suddenly, Diavolos lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, causing Kenna to whimper at the sensation.
“Diavolos,” Kenna moaned as he continued to thrust inside of her, his pace becoming faster and more frantic.
“Hells Kenna, you feel so good,” Diavolos groaned as he continued to move inside of her, one hand grabbing a fistful of her hair.
“Diavolos,” Kenna sobbed as she fell over the edge, clawing at his chest.
Diavolos came a moment later, spilling himself inside of her with a deep guttural sound. He released his hold on her leg and leaned forward to give her a deep kiss before rolling onto his back beside her. He immediately pulling her against his side, his arm wrapped tightly around her.
“I’ve spent three weeks thinking about having you like this,” He told her in a low voice, pressing kisses on her shoulder.
“Me too,” Kenna admitted, running a hand over his bare chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, just savoring the feel of him and then she sighed, remembering that it was mid-day.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Diavolos asked, running his hand down her back.
“Just thinking about having to go back downstairs,” Kenna told him.
“Then don’t,” Diavolos told her, lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her long and deep, his hand still resting on her back while the other one played with her long hair.
“I have meetings,” Kenna reminded him weekly, “and you’ve been away for three weeks…”
“Exactly,” Diavolos told her, “I’ve been away for three weeks. Three weeks of aching for my wife, of imagining having you in this bed, and now that I’ve got you here, I don’t intend to let you out anytime soon.”
“What about the Fydorian ambassador?” Kenna protested as Diavolos lifted her onto his legs.
“Raydan can handle it,” Diavolos said dismissively, “and he’s clever, I’m sure he’s figured out that you’re going to be… occupied, for a while.”
His hands cupped her breasts and he ran his thumbs over her nipples, causing them to harden. Kenna sighed at his touch, acknowledging that she had no desire to get out of bed. Maybe it wasn’t the responsible queen thing to do, but it was the right response for a woman who had desperately missed her husband.
- End
