These Stolen Evenings (D. Gray-Man, Lenalee/Allen)
Title -- These Stolen Evenings
Author-- cornerofmadness
Fandom -- D. Gray-man
Disclaimer -- Hoshino owns them, not me
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Lenalee/Allen
Timeline/Spoilers -- no real spoilers, pick whatever part of the timeline you’d like.
Word Count -- 744
Warning -- none really
Summary -- She’s not sure if they’re in love but she knows they want each other.
Author’s Note -- written for springkink for the prompt- D.Gray Man, Lenalee/Allen, Lust, “If it is a sin to want you, then I want to be the sinner.” Thanks to Evil_little_dog for the beta.
XXX
The times they have together were stolen moments, but all the sweeter for them. Soldiers of the Black Order could fall to the akuma at any moment. Lenalee knew that Allen, Lavi and Kanda particularly liked to pretend they were invulnerable. Sometimes their bravado left her heart in little pieces that she had to stitch back together.
The rocking of the train taking them to their next destination felt like home, a comfort. The sleeper compartment’s small bed gave them so little room, but Lenalee didn’t mind it. It meant she could hold Allen closer, feel his heart beating as they cuddled together.
He locked the compartment door when he came in, his pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight trickling past the window. Allen smiled at her as she smoothed the plain hem of her nightgown down against the tops of her knees. She didn’t have a truly pretty nightgown, too impractical for travel, but neither of them cared.
She met him halfway across the cramped space, their lips coming together in a fevered kiss. Lenalee tugged his heavy jacket off his shoulders, letting it puddle at his feet. Greedy for skin, she fought the buttons of his shirt open, her fingers skimming his chest. She tweaked one nipple, making it stand erect. Lenalee leaned down, tickling her tongue over that bud of flesh, making Allen groan.
“Lenalee,” he whispered. “Are you…”
She put her hands to his lips. Allen fretted about these liaisons, as if he felt somehow unworthy of love and affection. Part of her understood his fears. In some corner of her mind, she wondered if she did love him or if she were just desperate for closeness in what could be an all-too-short life. Lenalee thought that she was in love. What she was certain of was that she wanted Allen, all of him, right down to his fears and regrets. “You always ask and I’m always sure,” she replied. “If it is a sin to want you, then I want to be the sinner.”
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her. Allen backed her toward the narrow bed. Lenalee shucked out of her nightgown as he opened his belt, tugging his trousers down. Pushing him down on the mattress, Lenalee sank to her knees so she could get his boots off. Allen hitched up his hips so she could pull his boxers down along with his trousers.
She kissed her way up his strong legs before sealing her mouth over the head of his long, slender shaft. Allen stifled a groan as Lenalee’s tongue circled and tickled his sweet spot. His fingers curled through her hair, massaging her scalp as she took him as deeply as she could. His musky smell made her throb deep within herself. She circled her clit with a finger as she sucked on him, taking herself to the edge of release before backing off.
Allen’s fingers cupped her chin, beckoning her to join him. He nodded toward his pants and she fished one of the thick rubber prophylactics out of his pocket, shaking it free of its paper pocket. Crawling onto the bed, she slid the rubber over his cock. She caught his wrists, pinning them back against the pillow as she straddled him. Allen left his hands there, understanding her unspoken demand as she let him go so she could guide him up into her.
Lenalee left a soft moan escape as his cock filled her, stretching her just so. Leaning forward, she laced her fingers with his. Their mouths met in long, soft kisses as she rocked on him, taking him down to the root. There was no need to rush now. This purloined night was all theirs. When she let his wrists go, Allen held onto her waist, rolling his hips hard against hers. He shifted one hand down to her thigh, moving it up so he could toy with her clit as she rode him.
She shuddered, dew raining down on him. A second orgasm followed as Allen thrust faster into her, then a third by the time his own release came. Lazing against each other for long sweet moments, they eventually made a quick attempt to clean up. Curling up together, they watched clouds pass across the face of the moon, waiting for their second wind. Lust would wring the most out of these stolen moments, but in these lulls was where Lenalee allowed her trust feelings show. Yes, this was love after all.
Author-- cornerofmadness
Fandom -- D. Gray-man
Disclaimer -- Hoshino owns them, not me
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Lenalee/Allen
Timeline/Spoilers -- no real spoilers, pick whatever part of the timeline you’d like.
Word Count -- 744
Warning -- none really
Summary -- She’s not sure if they’re in love but she knows they want each other.
Author’s Note -- written for springkink for the prompt- D.Gray Man, Lenalee/Allen, Lust, “If it is a sin to want you, then I want to be the sinner.” Thanks to Evil_little_dog for the beta.
XXX
The times they have together were stolen moments, but all the sweeter for them. Soldiers of the Black Order could fall to the akuma at any moment. Lenalee knew that Allen, Lavi and Kanda particularly liked to pretend they were invulnerable. Sometimes their bravado left her heart in little pieces that she had to stitch back together.
The rocking of the train taking them to their next destination felt like home, a comfort. The sleeper compartment’s small bed gave them so little room, but Lenalee didn’t mind it. It meant she could hold Allen closer, feel his heart beating as they cuddled together.
He locked the compartment door when he came in, his pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight trickling past the window. Allen smiled at her as she smoothed the plain hem of her nightgown down against the tops of her knees. She didn’t have a truly pretty nightgown, too impractical for travel, but neither of them cared.
She met him halfway across the cramped space, their lips coming together in a fevered kiss. Lenalee tugged his heavy jacket off his shoulders, letting it puddle at his feet. Greedy for skin, she fought the buttons of his shirt open, her fingers skimming his chest. She tweaked one nipple, making it stand erect. Lenalee leaned down, tickling her tongue over that bud of flesh, making Allen groan.
“Lenalee,” he whispered. “Are you…”
She put her hands to his lips. Allen fretted about these liaisons, as if he felt somehow unworthy of love and affection. Part of her understood his fears. In some corner of her mind, she wondered if she did love him or if she were just desperate for closeness in what could be an all-too-short life. Lenalee thought that she was in love. What she was certain of was that she wanted Allen, all of him, right down to his fears and regrets. “You always ask and I’m always sure,” she replied. “If it is a sin to want you, then I want to be the sinner.”
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her. Allen backed her toward the narrow bed. Lenalee shucked out of her nightgown as he opened his belt, tugging his trousers down. Pushing him down on the mattress, Lenalee sank to her knees so she could get his boots off. Allen hitched up his hips so she could pull his boxers down along with his trousers.
She kissed her way up his strong legs before sealing her mouth over the head of his long, slender shaft. Allen stifled a groan as Lenalee’s tongue circled and tickled his sweet spot. His fingers curled through her hair, massaging her scalp as she took him as deeply as she could. His musky smell made her throb deep within herself. She circled her clit with a finger as she sucked on him, taking herself to the edge of release before backing off.
Allen’s fingers cupped her chin, beckoning her to join him. He nodded toward his pants and she fished one of the thick rubber prophylactics out of his pocket, shaking it free of its paper pocket. Crawling onto the bed, she slid the rubber over his cock. She caught his wrists, pinning them back against the pillow as she straddled him. Allen left his hands there, understanding her unspoken demand as she let him go so she could guide him up into her.
Lenalee left a soft moan escape as his cock filled her, stretching her just so. Leaning forward, she laced her fingers with his. Their mouths met in long, soft kisses as she rocked on him, taking him down to the root. There was no need to rush now. This purloined night was all theirs. When she let his wrists go, Allen held onto her waist, rolling his hips hard against hers. He shifted one hand down to her thigh, moving it up so he could toy with her clit as she rode him.
She shuddered, dew raining down on him. A second orgasm followed as Allen thrust faster into her, then a third by the time his own release came. Lazing against each other for long sweet moments, they eventually made a quick attempt to clean up. Curling up together, they watched clouds pass across the face of the moon, waiting for their second wind. Lust would wring the most out of these stolen moments, but in these lulls was where Lenalee allowed her trust feelings show. Yes, this was love after all.