Where We Belong
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- Day 16 of the Advent challenge! Also TRM has made me very nostalgic for my original Choices OTP and I couldn’t resist going back to the Five Kigndoms and the world I created for Kenna and Diavolos. This is set about 7 or 8 years into their marriage (and will eventually be fit into the timeline of stories once I have time finish linking them together).
Pairing- Kenna x Diavolos
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Kenna welcomes her husband home after a long absence.
Kenna pushed the papers away from her, unable to concentrate.
Instead she got up and walked over to the fire place, staring into the flames. That was comforting at least, much of the room was, even if she rarely worked in here. It was Diavolos’s office, not hers, but he had been in Abanthus for almost a monthand she had thought that being in here might make her miss him less.
It didn’t work.
She sighed. She knew that he was away for a reason, a minor border skirmish that threatened to turn into something more, and that ruling two kingdoms meant sometimes being apart for long periods of time, especially since the children had come but that knowledge didn’t make the lonely nights any easier.
She heard the door open.
She repressed a sign and turned to see who had interrupted her, “what is it, I was rather busy…” The words trailed off at the sight of her husband.
“Are you? I guess I can just go back to Abanthus…” He teased, trailing off as Kenna launched herself into his arms.
“Don’t you dare,” she told him, raising her face to meet his kiss. It was deep and demanding, full of a month’s worth of longing for each other. And in a moment, she was lifted up into Diavolos’s arms as he kicked the door close.
“I missed you,” she told him, as he deposited her on the desk, her arms looked around his neck, not wanting to let him go. “I hate when you go away.”
“I hate it too,” he told her, his hands resting on her waist, his mouth trailing down her neck, “I was this close to abdicating and leaving the whole mess in Zenobia’s hands.”
Kenna laughed. “First, Tevan would poison your wine, and second, we would have to clean up the even bigger mess that she would inevitably make.” She undid the buttons on his shirt, slipping her hands inside.
“Which is why I didn’t do it,” Diavolos admitted, his hands doing some roaming of their own, slipping up under her skirt. “I wouldn’t want to risk more time away from you.” His fingers slid over her wet heat.
“I see you missed me,” he teased, his movement slow, a deliberate tease.
Kenna groaned at his touch, the contact just making her ache for more. A month without him had been too long. “So much,” she admitted, “I dreamed of you. Of this. I need you.”
“And I you,” Diavolos told her, one hand moving up to grab her hair before pulling her in for a deep kiss. She surrendered eagerly to him, to the feel of his lips against hers, eagerly granted his tongue the access it sought, while his hand continued to tease her.
Kenna reached for his pants, cupping him through the fabric, enjoying his groans even as he continued to kiss her. She undid the ties and pulled the pants down, freeing his growing length, her hands caressing it.
Diavolos’s hand stopped what it was doing and instead, covered hers, stilling her actions. He released her hand and then pushed her skirt up all the way, both of his hands gripping her thighs.
Kenna’s hands over to the edge of the desk, knowing what was coming. A moment later, he was inside of her and the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. She had missed this so much.
They continued to kiss desperately as he moved inside of her and she met him thrust for thrust, both of them eager to be one again. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her as close to him possible while hers gripped the desk. Their movements were rough and frantic and so were their kisses. It was fast and furious and before long Kenna was coming apart, her moans muffled by her husband’s kiss. Diavolos followed soon a moment later.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, both of them breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies, both still mostly clothed due to their haste. In a moment they would pull apart and collect themselves, but for now they stayed where they were, just rejoicing in the afterglow and the feeling of being back in each other’s arms after a long absence.
After all, there was no where they would rather be,
- End
