Extra speshul present.
This is for sugarcross because she is awesome and helpful and supportive. I will warn you though this is way more more smut than smuff (how that happened? I'm not sure).
Hope you don't mind?
Kunzite’s eyes watched as she moved across the battlefield with another opponent. She was full of grace and power; like a warrior should be. He noted with some satisfaction that she was bored.
Not that he could blame her.. she was waltzing with Admiral Rosen; a supremely pompous and vapid man.
Kunzite took another sip of his punch, marveling at how much liquor Zoisite had snuck in it, and glanced around at the rest of the people gathered for the ball. Masked balls were fun (for those who liked balls), but that meant it was easier for radicals to sneak in, and it was best to keep a watchful eye.
Of course at the same time it allowed for the Princess and her court to sneak down to Earth… something that was immensely pleasing for all parties. Or so he hoped.
Endymion and Serenity were swaying to the music, looking completely enthralled with one another; something that was now a commonplace. Kunzite was aware of Mercury and Zoisite, shyly flirting with each other, and he could clearly see Jadeite and Mars playing some sort of drinking game that Mars was losing. In another corner Nephrite and Jupiter stared each other down like cats in heat. Kunzite snorted to himself slightly and let his eyes fall back to Venus.
An uncharacteristic sigh escaped his lips as he watched her gliding across the floor with another dance partner. She was glowing in a golden gown that matched perfectly the chain she wore about her hips when in uniform. Her silky tresses were a cascading waterfall of sunshine yellow, and his hand itched as his side to touch it.
Even knowing she was the embodiment of a Goddess did nothing to quell his astonishment over her beauty.
The song ended and the couples on the dance floor stopped, clapping slowly and mingling a moment before the next song started. In the confusion he lost sight of his prey and in the next moment she popped up beside his elbow; all smiles and barely suppressed amusement.
“Were you watching me to make sure I’m not a threat to the crown, or because you liked what you saw?” She arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow before taking a dainty sip of her wine.
“I believe you already know the answer to that,” he whispered in a low voice.
“Mm, yes,” she tilted her head back to look him in the eye, exposing the expanse of her creamy neck. “And were you jealous?”
“Must you always play games, milady?” It was his turn to arch a brow.
Her lips quirked into an exaggerated pout, and her eyes fluttered demurely. “I thought you liked the games, milord?”
Against his better judgment, he smiled.
Tracing one, long finger around the rim of her glass she surveyed the room with sharp blue eyes, her gaze falling on several of the courtiers she had danced with. “You know I much prefer our dances, Lord Kunzite, to twirling about the dance floor with those men.” Dipping her finger into the red liquid, she brought it her lips and traced them slowly; looking at him from the corner of her eye.
Kunzite reached forward, caressing her arm with the back of his hand, and smirked as goosebumps appeared on her skin despite the heat of the room. “I thought you said we should take it slow,” he whispered against her ear.
Her eyes fluttered closed as a shiver ran down her spine. “I take it back.”
With a swiftness only a warrior could possess, she turned to face him fully and shoved him back into the dark recesses of the alcove they stood in.
Crushing her lips against his, he could taste the wine on her lips, but it wasn’t nearly as intoxicating as the kiss itself. He pulled her back behind a pillar until they were completely hidden from view of the other partygoers.
Her arms slithered under his jacket to wrap around his waist, bringing herself that much closer and rubbing her chest against his in a very suggestive manner.
She hooked one of her long legs around his, the slit baring it to the hip and his hand raked across her flesh, enticing a moan from her lips.
This game… this endless dance was one they knew well.
His hands were blazing heated trails all over her body, and she arched against him, wanting more. Their kisses were deep, slow, and entirely maddening.
Kunzite broke away and started planting kisses all over her face; forehead, cheek, both closed eyelids, jaw and finally down her neck. Trailing down to where her heart could be felt just under her skin, beating wildly, he nipped and sucked at her pulse as she dug her fingers into his hair.
“Oh Goddess,” she half moaned, half whimpered.
He moved farther down, yanking down her dress and exposing her breasts. She threw back her head, long hair almost brushing the ground as she arched up against his hot mouth.
Venus wrapped her hands around his forearms and pulled herself up. “I want you.” She said, eyes burning with lust.
“Ah, ah, slow. Remember?” His voice was husky with wanting, and she felt it rumble in her own chest. He smiled as she pouted; his hand snaking up her leg and under her skirts. She was hot and slick as his finger flicked against her once, twice. At the third movement she made a noise in the back of her throat; Kunzite thought it sounded almost like a purr.
Clutching at his shoulders, she buried her face in his neck as she shuddered and quivered against him. Her breath was tickling his ear as she panted and moaned.
He wrapped an arm around her waist as she came, slamming his lips against hers to quiet her cry of ecstasy. They pulled apart slowly, and she blinked languid eyes at him. “Now?”
He didn’t get a chance to answer as she pulled at his pants and started kissing his neck. Kunzite flipped them, so she was against the pillar, and lifted her up with ease; she obediently wrapped her legs around his waist and he buried himself in her.
They joined together with a practiced rhymed, moving slowly at first but gradually building to match the lust that burned between them. Biting his lower lip, Venus sucked it between her own; daring him to take it the next level.
He complied by grasping strands her hair and pulling her head back so he could bite her neck. She moaned and bucked her hips against him, moving even quicker now.
Kunzite moved his hand from her hair and slid down her side, brushing past her breast and flicking her nipple, and then moving it between them; brushing her softly until she was writhing against him.
He knew she was close to the end, and managed to hold himself back until he could feel her shuddering and pulsing deep inside.
With a final deep thrust both were floating in the heavens as stars exploded, and a luscious warmth seemed down to their bones.
They leaned against other, light headed and alive.
Kunzite rested his forehead against hers and sighed. “I love you.” She pecked his lips and smiled, “I love you too.”
They stayed together for a moment, lost to the world, and content in their own personal paradise. Kunzite leaned back to stare at her.
He raised a hand to cup her cheek, thumb caressing her lower lip. “When do you escort the Princess again?” She smiled, turning her head to kiss his hand. “Next week.”
“I can’t wait.” He whispered, eyes dark with love and passion.
She shivered at his intensity. “It’s early yet though, milord, maybe you would care to take a walk in the gardens?” His deep laugh had warmth pooling in the bottom of her stomach. “I would love to, milady.”
A few moments later the pair could be seen sneaking out a side door, hands clasped together and eyes full of love.