Tease
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- PG-13
Summary- Kenna and Diavolos prepare for a night out.
Words- 555
“Can you help me with my zipper?” Kenna asked Diavolos, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder.
“I’d much rather be helping you out of your clothes,” he commented as he came up behind her, bending his head to kiss her nick.
Kenna sighed at his touch, leaning back into his embrace. “Your sister would murder us,” she reminded him.
Diavolos grinned, “she’s threatened to murder me many times and has never followed through.” However, despite his comment, he reached for her zipper and slid it up her back. His hands lingering for a moment when he was done before falling to encircle her waist and pull her tight against him.
“If we miss her engagement party, I think she might at least try,” Kenan commented, trying to ignore how good his arms felt.
“I’ve been to two other engagement parties for her,” Diavolos pointed out and Kenna could hear his exasperation. “I also flew back from Europe on no notice to attend her Vegas wedding.”
“Didn’t you mostly do that to talk her out of it?” Kenna countered with a laugh, very familiar with Diavolos’s history with his sister. “Besides, maybe it’s different this time and it’s not like we don’t owe her. She’s been surprisingly supportive of our marriage, we owe her the same courtesy.”
She’d expected the whole Nevrakis family to be against their marriage, but Zenobia had been surprisingly welcoming and even Luther hadn’t exploded the way Kenna had expected, though she was still waiting for the shoe to drop and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just waiting for the right moment to strike but for the moment she was just grateful that things had turned out so much better than she’d ever hoped.
“Besides, at least Marco won’t be there,” Kenna added after a moment, finally forcing herself to pull away. She crossed to the dresser and put her earrings in.
“Marco and Zenobia prefer to not be in the state, if possible,” Diavolos said with a laugh, “I wish I had the same luxury.”
“For which one?” Kenna teased, but she knew that while he complained about his sister sometimes, Diavolos and Zenobia were actually quite close. Marco and Diavolos were a whole other story and Marco had reacted to their marriage exactly the way Kenna had expected, making the long-standing loathing between the brothers bubble into open warfare.
“Let’s not talk about Marco, please,” Diavolos begged, “the chances of me enjoying myself tonight are already slim enough.”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you I’m not wearing any underwear?” Kenna smirked.
As she expected, Diavolos paused, his dark eyes filling with heat as he looked her. “Fuck,” he cursed, “you’re trying to kill me.”
“No,” Kenna denied with a smile, “just giving you something to look forward to and who knows, we’ve always been good at finding private spots.”
Diavolos pulled her towards him, crushing her against his body before giving her a deep, demanding kiss. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he growled, his hands resting possessively on her ass. Kenna grinned up at him.
“Good.” She stepped back. “But right now, we need to get going, otherwise we’ll be later and we won’t be able to have that interlude if your sister murders us, will we?”
- End
