Maybe it was a bad idea to argue with a fairy. Maybe it was definitely a bad idea to argue with the headmistress of Alfea, the most powerful fairy there was. But Keiryn was stubborn, and if anything, more than a little tipsy himself. He was still in enough of his right mind, however, to know that they both needed rest. Him getting out of the chair he was now seated in wasn’t going to help matters. It wasn’t even that comfortable to begin with. The witch wasn’t stupid, well, not all the time, hence why he had sat in the chair to begin with. Just to try it out.
When Farah grabbed at his chin, his cheeks went red. A hot blush dusting over his pale features. But he didn’t let up. He didn’t move. He resisted the urge to lean into the movements because fuck it had been a while since someone has held him at all, no matter the context, and Farah’s hands were soft and warm and his gut was lurching simply from her tone. Who knew a fairy could draw such reactions from him?
“No.” Keiryn said back through gritted teeth, ignoring his body’s reactions, “You need rest.” They both did. They weren’t in a good state for something like this, for facing the enemy. For facing each other, really.
As much as Keiryn may have been trying to fight it, he was reacting. And Farah's eyes and growing magic sensed every bit of it. His face lit up with a blush, and if Farah wasn't so out of her own mind, she would have been blushing too. Hell, she wouldn't have even instigated a position like the one they were in now. But she couldn't help herself. She needed something to wear her out enough to sleep for a few hours. And a wicked idea was beginning to worm its way to the front of her mind.
Farah's brown eyes flashed dangerously at his reply. Denying her was a dangerous game, but this witch clearly liked to play with fire. "So do you," she shot back. She gripped him tighter and brought him closer so her hot exhales fell directly on his lips as she murmured, "But I'm not exactly in the mood for resting right now." Her eyes did nothing to hide her desire as she flicked her gaze down to his lips and arched her eyebrows. Let him know what she was in the mood for. What she wanted.
Keiryn swallowed.
They shouldn’t. They really shouldn’t. They didn’t know each other. Fuck, maybe that was a good thing though. No attachments. They could do whatever they wanted and leave it behind. A one off. No strings attached. And when they were both healed and ready to attack they could get Griffin, keep it professional.
The fact that he was trying to justify things was a bad sign. A bad sign that he wanted it. It didn’t help that Farah’s breaths were hit against his lips, enticing in a way that he hadn’t been eager to taste for another in so long. It was clear from how she held his face that Farah was the one in charge. Keiryn had no say, not really, as much as he could pretend like he did. Not with Farah.
His cheeks turned even more red, “What- What are you in the mood for?” Teasing, still.
With her grip partially on his neck, Farah felt his swallow under her touch. It set of sparks inside of her. Sensations she hadn’t felt in years. And she didn’t realize just how much she’d been craving it.
Her rationale was thrown to the wind. She didn’t care that they’d somehow have to work together after this. She didn’t think about what lingering sexual tension they’d have. She didn’t want to anticipate waking up sober and realizing exactly what she’d done. Farah knew what she desired, and her body was reacting to it. Much to her delight, so was Keiryn’s.
“You really want to know,” she purred, “what I’m in the mood for?” The tone of her words was unmistakable. Before either of them could protest, she leaned forward and pressed her thin lips against Keiryn’s. A few moments passed, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
God, how long had it been since he had kissed someone? How long had it been since Keiryn had felt himself on the other end of something like this, with that want and need already piling up in the pit of his stomach? He didn’t know, nor did he want to think about it. He really didn’t have time to think about it, not when Farah was pressing her lips against his.
Sweet, alcoholic lips met his own. With that touch to his chin and neck Keiryn was at Farah’s mercy and she hadn’t even done more than a simple kiss and first exploring touches to his face. Fuck, he was in the shit. Not when the headmistress was slipping her tongue into his mouth. Keiryn, for lack of better judgement, with the haze in his head, with desire growing and circling in his stomach, he parted his lips more for her.
And when he did, Keiryn couldn’t stop the whimper that left a few moments later.
Farah was delighted that the witch opened his mouth to her. Easily, her tongue snaked pasted his lips and ran over his teeth. It was like she was mapping the inside of his mouth with her tongue, and his whimper only spurred her on. He tasted like gin and something else she couldn’t quite pinpoint that must have just been him.
Her hand propping her up beside his head slipped lower. She first caressed his shoulder, then his neck. Both of her hands met up and slid down his chest at the same time, brushing down his sides with her fingertips as she went. Then, her grip settled firmly on his hips. She couldn’t seem to decide whether to push him deeper against her chair or pull him out of it.
In the meantime, Farah slipped her tongue back into her own mouth, but she didn’t break the kiss. Instead, she opened her lips into the kiss, prompting Kieryn to explore her in return.
Each touch sent lightening sparking through Keiryn’s body. It had him leaning into each touch that he was given as if they were going to be the last he ever received from Farah - or from anyone. Which might not be entirely false. Chances were they would never be like this again. They would only maintain that professional level of relationship while they worked together and never see each other after this.
But she was too enticing to think that that was going to be the possibility.
Not when her tongue was exploring his mouth so wonderfully and Keiryn could feel himself slipping further and further into that soft space he seemed to enter when someone got him like this. It didn’t help that Farah was pronouncing each kiss and flick of her tongue with a touch of her hands. Keiryn’s hips wanted to buck, but they refrained - for now.
And there was no way he was passing up the opportunity to get back at Farah when she was offering such an invitation. His tongue dipped out across her lips, into her mouth and met once more. Dancing. Singing. Exploring. Craving more.
Farah savored the feel of his body under her fingers. And the way he arched into her touch did not escape her either. He was so reactive, so eager for her hands all over him. The headmistress had experienced many dalliances in her life, so she knew exactly what she was doing as she squeezed his hips slightly while also pushing him down against the chair. She wanted him to buck under her touch, to prove he was desperate and wanted — needed — this as much as she did.
She also couldn’t help but notice the way his resolve crumbled, and he allowed her to do as she pleased within the kiss. Was he this submissive just because he was drunk? Or would he be the same way in bed? Farah hoped so.
Her entire body was flooded with passion as Kieryn took the opportunity she provided and began to slip his tongue around her mouth. She let him explore and savor and taste her, but after a moment, her thin lips locked around his tongue and began to suck it rather aggressively. She relinquished a soft moan while she did so.
Keiryn was definitely that submissive in bed. Well, with the right person. And Farah seemed to definitely be the right person in this instance. Her dominance was more than a turn on. Definitely a delight and the witch? Well, he was definitely enjoying himself.
With the press of his hips down, with the squeeze of them, there was another whimper that left his mouth, and his hips finally bucked up into the headmistress. The longer this went on the harder it was to keep any sort of self control. The harder he was becoming, all things considered. He was desperate. Touch didn’t come often in his profession, not like this, and he never sort it out unless necessary.
And having a hot woman - even if a fairy - come onto him was certainly breaking whatever resolve he had to keep it that way.
Not when Farah was sucking his tongue. Keiryn broke the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut and his moan mirrored her own. Hands reached out to touch her.
Kieryn’s reaction pleased Farah greatly. She used the momentum of him bucking his hips to pull him out of her chair and flush against her body instead. Unintentionally, she felt something brush her thigh, and it made her more confident that he did want this in the same desperate, releasing way she did.
Rarely did Farah ever get an outlet for her romantic or sexual pleasures. She sure as hell wasn’t going to waste this one. She continued sucking his tongue as long as she could stand it before she tore her mouth away and panted for breath.
Once they were both standing firmly, Farah obliged his seeking hands and directed them to rest on her hips, closer to her ass than necessary in case he wanted to get bold. “Do you want to continue this here?” she asked breathlessly. “Or in my bedroom?”
“Here.” Came Keiryn’s quick reply. Maybe a little too quick. But he was desperate and needed an out, needed something, anything, and Farah seemed more than happy to give it to him.
When he was standing, when he finally had his hands on her like he wanted, he wasted no time in moving them. The slid around her waist and down, grabbing at her ass, squeezing. He was just as breathless as she was, but Keiryn was definitely more red. He couldn’t help the way he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, bending slightly to get there, trying to hide away.
With them flush against each other he couldn’t help but push forwards, if that was at all possible. Try and get closer, try and put friction between them. It didn’t help matters with his blush, or the fact that he was as needy as can be. Here would be more than fine, especially when he didn’t want to wait.
(I’ll make the PM now lmao I feel like this will get steamy fast)
