Piofiore - All of Me
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squeaklingsTitle: All of Me
Wordcount: 1154
Fandom: Piofiore
Rating: R15
Warnings: Post Orlok 1926 best ending, CD drama, fade to black
Summary When was it that kissing alone wasn't enough?
The air is still around us as Orlok gently lays me down on the bed, his lips warm and soft against mine as he leans over me. Outside the window I can barely hear the chatter of people walking by on the street below; it’s a dull sound, a hum that makes our room feel smaller and more intimate somehow.
”When was it, I wonder.”
Orlok traces my cheek with the fingers of his left hand, touch feather-light as he pulls away from the kiss just enough that his lips barely brush mine. I can feel his chest move with every breath, and he swallows thickly. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, but I’m not sure he even notices.
”When the thought that kissing wasn’t enough became so strong.”
“Hey, Lili–”
“You can.”
Orlok laughs softly and presses his forehead against mine. My heart jumps a bit, throat tight, and I press my hands against his chest. “I didn’t…ask anything yet.”
Now it’s my turn to lick my lips. From the way his eyes dart down towards my mouth, he absolutely notices. “Anything you ask is fine. All of me is yours.”
”The thing I want now is…more than that, but if you said no then I wouldn’t press it.”
He shifts a little, his knees rubbing against the blankets and disturbing the quiet of the air around us. My heart beats in my throat as he gently kisses me again. His lips are soft, his breath warm, and his touch sends shivers down my spine as his fingers trace my pulse. He's kissed me like this countless times, but we've never gone farther. I've thought about it, though, and always convinced myself I was content and happy with what we had. I am. I was.
“It’s okay, Orlok.” My lips brush against his as I whisper, and he responds by deepening the kiss. I manage to free one of my hands from between our bodies to drag my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and it’s his turn to shiver. The back of his neck is warm, the tips of his hair already damp with sweat, and my stomach tightens suddenly in anticipation.
”When you hold me like this, I’m even more nervous than before.”
His hand on my neck travels lower, down the side of my breast, my waist, my hip, to follow the line back up along a slow, curious path. Each touch tightens that knot in my stomach, but it’s also not enough. I want to feel him on my skin, not through my clothes. The realization thrills as much as it frightens me. I grip his shirt with the hand still pressed against his chest and he pauses. When he pulls away I realize I’m panting slightly, and my lips tingle.
When he raises me up to sit, the knot in my stomach clenches painfully. Did I do something to upset him? Did I misunderstand what he wants? Are we–
He wraps his arms around me to undo the buttons along my back, his chin resting on my shoulder, and the relief that flows through me steals my breath. I lean my cheek against his and wind my arms around his shoulders, bunching up his shirt along his back. The air is cool against my upper back as he undoes the final button and gently tugs at the dress.
“Lili, can you…lower your arms?”
I swallow and nod, lowering my arms so that they rest at my sides. Orlok kisses my shoulder as he exposes my skin, and my fingers twitch with the desire to run through his hair. When my shoulders are bare he pauses, eyes narrowed in concentration, and then lifts my right arm to tug my sleeve off. It's slow, and deliberate, and my heart races as my arm pulls free and he moves to the other. When he's finished my dress slides down my chest, my slip and brassiere the only things still covering me.
"...why do you have to wear so many layers…"
I laugh and he smiles shyly, cheeks flushed pink.
”I want to treasure you.”
I lie back and lift my hips so he can pull my dress down past my legs. He drops it in a heap at the foot of the bed, and then kneels by my knee, simply looking at me. Even with my slip and tights still on I feel exposed, but as embarrassing as it is I'm also excited. I hadn't realized just how much we've been dancing around our feelings.
"What are you thinking?"
"Hmm." He runs his right hand through his hair while his left rests gently on my knee. His fingers play with the hem of my slip. "I'm thinking about when I asked to sleep with you that first time. I didn't…really understand why you were so flustered afterwards." He blushes through his rueful grin. "Or why Emilio laughed."
"I was surprised." I reach for his face and he leans in so I can cup his cheeks. "But I found it cute, too, after the shock wore away." I kiss his forehead. "And I like sharing a bed with you. When you're beside me I feel safe."
"I can sleep peacefully with you near me." His voice is soft, and sweet, and I run my thumbs across his cheeks to distract myself from the clenching in my heart. His fingers dance gently up and down my leg.
”You’re the one I love most in all the world.”
"Lili?"
"Hmm?"
His lips brush mine as his hand slides up under my slip and caresses my thigh. I gasp and he presses his tongue against mine; the kiss is slow, and deep, and I lose myself to the feel of him until eventually he pulls away.
”So…”
"Can I…stay here tonight?"
My heart swells so much it hurts, the familiar phrase drawing a shocked but happy gasp from my lips. I don't know what he sees, but his bashful smile turns to a frown suddenly and he looks like he wants to apologize. Before he can speak I pull him close to kiss him. "Yes. Always." My arms wrap around him and my fingers tug at his shirt, and I can feel him smile against my lips before he pulls away. It's cold without him near me, but as I push myself up onto my elbows he returns, topless and bashful.
"Come here." I reach for him; he's warm as he presses me down against the bed, heavy but not unpleasant. I feel safe in his arms, loved, and as I whisper into his ear he holds me tighter, hands and lips exploring in ways we didn't allow ourselves before. "I love you."
”So…let’s go further than kissing…”
"Please stay with me, always."
Wordcount: 1154
Fandom: Piofiore
Rating: R15
Warnings: Post Orlok 1926 best ending, CD drama, fade to black
Summary When was it that kissing alone wasn't enough?
The air is still around us as Orlok gently lays me down on the bed, his lips warm and soft against mine as he leans over me. Outside the window I can barely hear the chatter of people walking by on the street below; it’s a dull sound, a hum that makes our room feel smaller and more intimate somehow.
”When was it, I wonder.”
Orlok traces my cheek with the fingers of his left hand, touch feather-light as he pulls away from the kiss just enough that his lips barely brush mine. I can feel his chest move with every breath, and he swallows thickly. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, but I’m not sure he even notices.
”When the thought that kissing wasn’t enough became so strong.”
“Hey, Lili–”
“You can.”
Orlok laughs softly and presses his forehead against mine. My heart jumps a bit, throat tight, and I press my hands against his chest. “I didn’t…ask anything yet.”
Now it’s my turn to lick my lips. From the way his eyes dart down towards my mouth, he absolutely notices. “Anything you ask is fine. All of me is yours.”
”The thing I want now is…more than that, but if you said no then I wouldn’t press it.”
He shifts a little, his knees rubbing against the blankets and disturbing the quiet of the air around us. My heart beats in my throat as he gently kisses me again. His lips are soft, his breath warm, and his touch sends shivers down my spine as his fingers trace my pulse. He's kissed me like this countless times, but we've never gone farther. I've thought about it, though, and always convinced myself I was content and happy with what we had. I am. I was.
“It’s okay, Orlok.” My lips brush against his as I whisper, and he responds by deepening the kiss. I manage to free one of my hands from between our bodies to drag my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and it’s his turn to shiver. The back of his neck is warm, the tips of his hair already damp with sweat, and my stomach tightens suddenly in anticipation.
”When you hold me like this, I’m even more nervous than before.”
His hand on my neck travels lower, down the side of my breast, my waist, my hip, to follow the line back up along a slow, curious path. Each touch tightens that knot in my stomach, but it’s also not enough. I want to feel him on my skin, not through my clothes. The realization thrills as much as it frightens me. I grip his shirt with the hand still pressed against his chest and he pauses. When he pulls away I realize I’m panting slightly, and my lips tingle.
When he raises me up to sit, the knot in my stomach clenches painfully. Did I do something to upset him? Did I misunderstand what he wants? Are we–
He wraps his arms around me to undo the buttons along my back, his chin resting on my shoulder, and the relief that flows through me steals my breath. I lean my cheek against his and wind my arms around his shoulders, bunching up his shirt along his back. The air is cool against my upper back as he undoes the final button and gently tugs at the dress.
“Lili, can you…lower your arms?”
I swallow and nod, lowering my arms so that they rest at my sides. Orlok kisses my shoulder as he exposes my skin, and my fingers twitch with the desire to run through his hair. When my shoulders are bare he pauses, eyes narrowed in concentration, and then lifts my right arm to tug my sleeve off. It's slow, and deliberate, and my heart races as my arm pulls free and he moves to the other. When he's finished my dress slides down my chest, my slip and brassiere the only things still covering me.
"...why do you have to wear so many layers…"
I laugh and he smiles shyly, cheeks flushed pink.
”I want to treasure you.”
I lie back and lift my hips so he can pull my dress down past my legs. He drops it in a heap at the foot of the bed, and then kneels by my knee, simply looking at me. Even with my slip and tights still on I feel exposed, but as embarrassing as it is I'm also excited. I hadn't realized just how much we've been dancing around our feelings.
"What are you thinking?"
"Hmm." He runs his right hand through his hair while his left rests gently on my knee. His fingers play with the hem of my slip. "I'm thinking about when I asked to sleep with you that first time. I didn't…really understand why you were so flustered afterwards." He blushes through his rueful grin. "Or why Emilio laughed."
"I was surprised." I reach for his face and he leans in so I can cup his cheeks. "But I found it cute, too, after the shock wore away." I kiss his forehead. "And I like sharing a bed with you. When you're beside me I feel safe."
"I can sleep peacefully with you near me." His voice is soft, and sweet, and I run my thumbs across his cheeks to distract myself from the clenching in my heart. His fingers dance gently up and down my leg.
”You’re the one I love most in all the world.”
"Lili?"
"Hmm?"
His lips brush mine as his hand slides up under my slip and caresses my thigh. I gasp and he presses his tongue against mine; the kiss is slow, and deep, and I lose myself to the feel of him until eventually he pulls away.
”So…”
"Can I…stay here tonight?"
My heart swells so much it hurts, the familiar phrase drawing a shocked but happy gasp from my lips. I don't know what he sees, but his bashful smile turns to a frown suddenly and he looks like he wants to apologize. Before he can speak I pull him close to kiss him. "Yes. Always." My arms wrap around him and my fingers tug at his shirt, and I can feel him smile against my lips before he pulls away. It's cold without him near me, but as I push myself up onto my elbows he returns, topless and bashful.
"Come here." I reach for him; he's warm as he presses me down against the bed, heavy but not unpleasant. I feel safe in his arms, loved, and as I whisper into his ear he holds me tighter, hands and lips exploring in ways we didn't allow ourselves before. "I love you."
”So…let’s go further than kissing…”
"Please stay with me, always."
