Summary: Kenna surprises Diavolos after two weeks apart.
The trips to Lykos always take longer than planned. It’s usually because Zenobia has some gripe or another, but this time, there are some rebels to be dealt with, and the new trade agreements with Bellmere and Ducitora to finalize, along with all the other regular affairs of running a kingdom.
Kenna doesn’t normally mind the longer trips too much, even though she misses Stormholt, but she’s already agreed to help Val and Jackson recruit more members to her and Diavolos’ guards and can’t go with. She never sleeps well when she and Diavolos are apart, the bed lonely and cold without him next to her, the corridors quieter without his murmured suggestive comments in her ear and his laughter when she playfully scolds him. She’s gotten used to waking up with him. Sometimes it’s to his fingers slowly running up and down her spine, his lips gentle against her shoulder as she wakes up. Other times he’s watching her with those dark, intense eyes when hers slowly open, that look on his face that never fails to make heat pool in her belly as he leans in to kiss her.
This trip was only supposed to last a few days, but that drags into a week, and then ten days, and by the beginning of the second week, Kenna is impatient and tired of waiting for him to come back. The new guard members have started training, Stormholt is in capable hands, and there are no urgent matters to attend to, so she decides one morning to surprise Diavolos and go to Lykos. Kenna prepares her things while the technocrats who moved to Stormholt once Whitlock returned home ready the airship.
“At least I won’t have to listen to their reunion,” she hears Val mutter to Jackson as they all walk out of the castle.
Kenna flushes. “I heard that,” she says, and Val smirks.
“Well, I am!” she retorts.
Kenna rolls her eyes, smiling as she boards the airship. “I’ll see you guys in a few days.”
“Unless Zenobia has a hair emergency or Adder won’t let her throw a ball celebrating her new necklace!” Val calls out as the doors close.
The trip to Lykos is uneventful. When they land, she hurries inside the castle. Diavolos is in meetings nearly all day, much to her disappointment. Kenna makes her way slowly up the quarters they use when they’re here, smiling as she runs her fingers over his shirt hanging on the bedpost and across his sword belt resting against the desk.
She takes her boots off and lounges in the bed, intending to wait for him. She must doze off, because she’s next aware of slowly opening her eyes as the bed dips, a familiar hand running through her hair. Kenna smiles sleepily as she sees Diavolos, an amused look on his face.
“Was I expecting you?” he asks.
“No. I’m hoping I’m a nice surprise,” she says, pushing herself to sit upright and pressing her lips to his.
“A very nice surprise,” Diavolos grins.
“You’ve been gone way longer than is acceptable,” Kenna teases him, sighing in pleasure as he cups the back of her neck and kisses her deeply.
“I’ve tried leaving, believe me,” he grumbles.
“Mmm. What’s been going on?”
“Nothing important,” he assures her, nudging her over and climbing into the bed.
His weight presses her into the mattress as he kisses her, one of his hands tugging her thigh around his hip. Kenna tangles her fingers in his hair, groaning quietly as he kisses down her neck, pushing her top aside to suck at her collarbone. Her hips rock rhythmically against his when he impatiently tugs at her shirt, yanking it over her head once she sits up.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, running her fingers down his chest and stomach after he undoes the buttons on his shirt and pulls it off.
“I missed you too,” he groans, fumbling with the fasteners on her skirt.
Kenna grins at his frustration, pushing his hands out of the way and removing the rest of her clothing. He stares at her for a minute, lying naked underneath him, until she glides her hand down to the front of his pants and he jerks against her.
“Kenna,” he says warningly, narrowing his eyes at her as she gently rubs her hand over the fabric and he hardens under her touch.
“Yes, Diavolos?”
She gasps in surprise as he hauls her upright, pressing her to his chest. “We’ve been apart for two weeks,” he growls. “This will end far too soon if you do that.”
“But I want to touch you,” she sighs, skimming her lips down his neck and pressing her hips against his.
Diavolos sucks in a breath, then fixes her with a smirk. “And you will, my love. But not right now.”
He lays her back down and stands, grinning smugly as she watches him strip off his pants and undergarments. When she reaches for him after he crawls back over her, he pins her hands over her head with one of his.
“You don’t like to listen, do you?” he asks, bringing his other hand between her legs.
He groans, his eyes glittering when he feels how wet she is for him.
“Sometimes I listen,” she manages to gasp as he pumps his fingers in and out of her, finally releasing her hands.
His pace is slow and teasing at first, until she whimpers and grabs his wrist, squeezing her fingers insistently.
“Impatient,” he murmurs.
He kisses her hungrily, biting her lower lip, then moves between her legs. His breath is warm against her inner thighs before he brings his mouth to her center, and she jolts against him as he slips his fingers out and plunges his tongue into her.
“Oh,” she moans, squirming underneath him as he works her with his mouth and his hands.
Her eyes close, hands pulling at his hair, until he pushes her over the edge and she sobs out her release. Diavolos barely gives her a second to catch her breath before he tells her to roll over in a strangled voice, his large hands gripping her hips as he slams into her. His pace is rough and frantic as he thrusts against her, groaning when she clenches her muscles around him.
“Stop that,” he says in a low tone, and she makes a whining noise as he slows down, pressing back against him impatiently.
He tightens his grip on her hips as he gradually speeds back up, her fingers clawing frantically at the sheets. She cries out his name as he tilts his hips slightly, hitting her at just the right angle to make her come undone. She shudders underneath him, gasping for breath as he thrusts into her again, and he groans her name as he spills inside her.
“Gods, Kenna,” Diavolos says after a minute, gently squeezing her hips again before he drops to his back next to her.
Kenna crawls him over him lazily, running her fingers across his bare chest, listening to his thundering heart gradually slow. Diavolos chuckles, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“What’s so funny?” she asks him.
“If this is how you greet me when we’re apart, maybe I should leave more often,” he says jokingly.
“Don’t you dare,” she sighs, curling against him.
“Don’t worry. I don’t like being apart from you either.”
“Good,” she mumbles, her eyes drifting closed.
Kenna hears him murmur, “Good night, my love”, and it makes her smile before she falls asleep.