AllenLena for kinkmeme
lol, was it seriously over a year since I posted anything in here last? XDDD Interesting. Ah well, I could never get into this place... Anyway, I'm posting a fulfilled request for the kinkmeme here, since it was too long for me to bother posting it in the actual meme. Too troublesome and I should go to bed soon so... Well, enjoy. :3
This be the request:
Allen has turned into a Noah. He runs into Lenalee at an inn after a few months. Lenalee is very happy to be with him again, while he is sad that they are enemies now. Lenalee's bottled up passion explodes and she kisses him. He takes over. Hot sex ensues. She is surprised but enjoys it.
Extra love for fluff at the end (Nothing sickly sweet, just something like they sleep in each other's arms). And obviously no bloodthirsty Noah!Allen.
The Kink: 14th Noah giving Allen advice xD, Inexperienced!Lenalee, Multiple orgasms, Extra use of Allen's left innocence hand (fingering, rubbing, etc.)
Sorry for being so specific, but I hope someone fills this. Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
There are typos in there... Sorry about those, but I'm a bit too tired to look through the text and fix them. I just checked them before posting you see. Shouldn't be too big though, just a letter wrong here and there.
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Allen watched his breath fog on the glass of the mirror and drew a pentacle with the finger of his Innocence, before slowly tracing it across the scar over his eye. Thoughts were flying through his mind, thoughts about things that he doubted, and then especially Mana... Mana who had been like a father to him, who had said that he loved him, who had raised him, who had given him a feeling of belonging when no one else care about him... He would have done anything to be allowed to keep believing that. He wanted to think that this wasn't the kind of faith Mana had wanted for him, but he wasn't sure anymore. It was puzzling, because on one hand he wanted to believe that Mana did love him and wanted him to defeat the Noah inside of him and become an individual of his own, but on the other hand there was a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind that was related to said Noah that told him that Mana had wanted for the Noah to get out, because they had after all been brothers.
Allen wasn't entirely sure how much of him was actually Allen either. Some parts of his past were fuzzy by now, and he saw things that he knew he hadn't experienced. He idly ran his fingers through his slightly curly hair... It had been like that for a long time now. He frowned slightly and stroked the stigmata that now crowned his forehead. He hadn't tried to activate his Innocence ever since those things made their painful appearance. He wasn't sure he could any longer. He looked at his hand, frowning slightly, and then clenched it.
He was torn in more than one way. He still loved Akuma, he still wanted to free them, and now he was pretty much playing on the side that created them. Although it wasn't as much as playing on the side as it was just having a place to be for now, but he wasn't sure how big of a difference it was. After all, you couldn't just join the Noah as a Noah and say that you were only going to stay for a while. But the Noah he actually was, the one that had killed many of their kind and betrayed the Earl, perhaps changed that situation.
He knew he was hanging by a thin thread by just being around them. It was surprising the Earl even allowed it...
He sighed and finally lowered his arm, glancing over at the Akuma that was assigned to guard him. But he had a hunch it was there to torture him too, having to see the soul suffer and not being able to do anything...
"Still thinking about that, huh?" came a voice from the doorway and Allen turned around, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Hello to you too, Wisely," he said, his voice drawling and echoing with the tone that belonged to the 14th, a tone that only appeared while he was talking to his fellow Noah. "Still as disrespectful of your family's privacy, I see."
If you asked him, Wisely needed to learn some manners. He may call the others by a fancy title, but he saw himself higher than them. Because he had "given in fully to his Noah", and most of the others hadn't as far as Allen knew. Only Earl truly recieved his respect.
"It's easy to see that. I don't need to read your mind," Wisely insisted smoothly. "I do respect privacy."
"Lying again," Allen sighed and shook his head, striding past his supposed sibling as he headed out of the room. "You don't even know what respect is."
"Au contraire, master," Wisely said and trotted after him. "You don't know what respect is. You just came waltzing back as if it was okay. The only reason you're still alive is because Road insisted you were of no danger to us right now and she just looo~ves having you around."
Allen sighed softly. 'So that's how it is, huh?' he thought to himself. Well, it was true... It was suicide for him to try and do something; attacking would be stupid, they outnumbered him by far. And he wasn't sure he could actually try to kill these people, because while he had the Noah genes in a way, which made them his family, there was also the fact that these people were human. Sadistic and evil humans, he tried to tell himself, but humans with feelings and thoughts nonetheless. He couldn't kill them. It would be the same as breaking his promise. It would be the same as if he would kill someone from the Order. And it wasn't their fault.
A stinging sensation flared up his left arm and he flinched, grabbing it for a moment before he realized that another Noah was actually around. He quickly let it go and glanced at Wisely, hoping he didn't see it but knowing he definitely had. And sure enough, Allen noticed his intense gaze and he stubbornly looked forward again.
"We can help the master, you know," Wisely said surprisingly softly and tilted his head.. "We know the Innocence is causing you pain. We can relieve you of the pain if you just let us remove it."
Allen shook his head and smiled at his "brother". "No, that's fine," he said. "It doesn't bother me very much. And you do know that it's thanks to the Innocence that I'm alive, right?"
Wisely sighed. "You're a Noah now," he said and waved his hand nonchalantly. "A hole in the heart is small fry."
Allen frowned and grabbed his left arm again, stroking it slightly for a moment before letting it go. He knew that. It wasn't because of the wound on his heard he wanted to keep it. It was just that... Innocence was the only thing he had left from his time at the Order. The wound from leaving them was still fresh. They were his comrades, his friends, his... family, almost. He even found himself missing Kanda, of all people, because as much as they bickered it was a somewhat soothing thing to know that he was there. And despite Komui's stupid antics he was a noble person - if anyone deserved respect, it was him, doing the work he did. He could put away his personal feelings to deal with business almost whenever he wanted to, it seemed, something Allen couldn't quite understand. He missed the random pop-ups of Lavi and his creepy and suggestive way to point out things that most people didn't want to be pointed out, even if he had been somewhat gloomy lately. He missed Lenalee and her graceful movements, her gentle smile that would warm up his whole chest, her care for everyone even if it sometimes was somewhat violent, the way she scolded him when he was apparently being selfish...
Heck, he even missed Link, who had pretty much only been an annoying stalker of sorts.
"Alleeeenn~" he heard Road's voice sing and then he nearly fell face-first onto the floor as he felt her familiar weight crash onto his back.
Her head appeared on his shoulder, her face flourishing a wide smile. He returned it and gently patted her head, feeling a warmth for her too. But he was sure that was the 14th's feelings, and not his. He didn't exactly like her.
He felt Wisely's glare on him and he turned his head to look at the other Noah, the smile still in place. "I didn't come here searching for trouble," he said. "I just had nowhere else to go."
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Allen panted heavily, stumbling his way through the dark small streets, sweat running down his forehead. His hand was gripping his Innocence tightly, trying to get the pain to disappear, as he gritted his teeth and then fell, his side colliding painfully into a wall. But he leaned against it, happy for some support, and tried to get the tears away by squeezing his eyes shut tight. He had gotten out of the Noahs' place, wherever that was, because he didn't want them to see him this way. Because then they would remove his Innocence, whether he wanted it or not. This wasn't the first time that it felt like the whole skin on his left arm was on fire.
He could vaguely make out voices coming from the other side of the wall he leaned against and tried to focus his vision as he glanced up. He saw a sign of some sorts and as he let his gaze fall a bit he could see a door. There was a barely noticable smell of alcohol around it, but it wasn't a bar. No, it was probably an inn where some people decided to have some drinks and relax...
A drink. That's what he needed. He wasn't a fan of alcohol, but he just needed it.
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Lenalee heaved a sigh as she sank down onto a chair at the bar. The trip had been exhausting, to say the least, and she was tired. She should probably get up to her room, but she just needed to rest for a moment... She rested her chin in her hands and stared blankly at the wall, her mind apparently deciding that now she had time to think about things she shouldn't think about, at least not during a mission.
Her chest clenched tightly as a wide, sweet smile flashed in front of her eyes, a face crowned by a white mane of hair and the gray eyes looking at her with warmth she only saw in her brother's eyes. Warm hands gripping her face, concern showing on his face, as he told her firmly to never stop believing, that they would pull through it, that they would get back together with everyone. A white cape fluttering in front of her eyes as he jumped in front of her to protect her from the strongest Akuma they had faced at the time and gave her the time to resynchronate with her Innocence. The face that was the first thing she saw after she woke up in the infirmary one day after a particularly rough battle. A hand tightly clenching hers, reassuring her that she didn't have to worry about him loosing himself...
But he had, and he had left, and the memories were just too painful.
She blinked as she saw a hand in front of her eyes and shook her head, forcing herself to focus on her surroundings again.
"Hey, lady!" the bartender called out, looking at her oddly. "Do you want something?"
She took a few moments to register it all. "Oh, just a bit of water is fine," she said and forced a smile as her heart continued to throb painfully.
The bartender eyed her for a moment. "Sure you don't want anything a bit stronger?" he asked. "You look like you could need it."
"No, just water," she repeated, a bit more firmly. "I don't like alcohol. But thank you."
He shrugged and slowly walked off.
There was a sudden crash behind her that came from the direction of the entrance, followed by a few surprised sounds and then some shuffling.
"Hey, old man, are you okay?" someone asked.
"No no, he's just a kid, didn't you see his face?" another one stated and sighed.
Lenalee got a sudden bad feeling that was still a bit hopeful. There was only one person she knew who tended to get mistaken for an old man if you didn't get a good look at him. She took a few deep breaths as her heart began racing. She couldn't let herself get her hopes up. Slowly, she dared herself a glance over her shoulder.
Her heart made a leap. There was no way she wouldn't recognize that hair.
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Allen forced himself to take the last few steps to the door, pushing it open and stumbling inside. It seemed his body decided to give up on him right at that moment, however, and he tripped over his own feet and crashed into a table that just had to stand right next to the doorway. His forehead started to throb a bit, he had probably hit it in the fall, but it was nothing compared to the sudden explosion of pain in his arm. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming, because this wasn't the right place for it, and he barely managed to register the hurried questions about if he was alright.
"Hey, there's something strange with his skin," someone said and he tensed slightly. No. No no no no.
He heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and then there was a voice that made his heart make some weird motion that almost made the pain disappear for a moment. "I'll take care of him!" it said, and then there were some protests and quick "sorry"s as people were probably pushed out of the way or something, and then he felt a warm arm around his waist.
His hand was forced away from his Innocence and it was pulled over someone's shoulder. He could barely make out that he was moving and it took a few moments for him to understand that he was being dragged across the floor. Whoever it was that carried him soon started breathing a bit heavier; maybe he was heavy... As his arm continued to throb, he felt himself eventually be laid down on a bed, and he rolled onto his side, gripping his arm again. He made a pained noise, making to bury his face in the pillow when a cool hand stopped him from it. He grabbed the hand before it could move from his cheek and clenched it softly, taking a few deep breaths as he hesitantly moved his hand up the arm, stroking his fingers over the familiar fabric of an Exorcist uniform.
The pain in his arm was beginning to subside, for some reason. Maybe it was because it could sense the presence of another Innocence as much as he could - or rather, the Noah could. He slowly opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and squinted, trying to focus his vision.
"Lenalee..." he murmured.
He barely got a good look on her relieved face before she had disappeared from the bed's side. He sat up, because he didn't want her to disappear out of his sight, and rubbed his aching arm. He felt happy, or maybe even overjoyed, seeing her after such a long time. He couldn't help but eye her intently as she packed out some of her things and then, when a knock came at the door, opened it and recieved a glass of water. The sun that was setting barely gave the room any light, and it reflected in her long hair enough to almost stop him from breathing if he hadn't been so focused on that task right now. Her blank expression concerned him slightly however, so he dared himself to speak again, a bit louder.
"Lenalee."
Lenalee turned towards him, forcing a soft smile onto her face that made him furrow his forehead in concern. "Allen, why did you leave?" she asked. "You promised me... You promised me that you weren't going anywhere. You promised us all that. You told me you weren't going to loose yourself, you insisted that everything would be alright. Why?"
Allen flinched back a bit and frowned, averting his gaze. He remembered those times very well. He knew he hadn't kept those promises, and it pained him. But things had changed...
"I'm not going anywhere. Stop worrying so much."
"I'm not going to give in, Lenalee. It will be alright."
He had said those words. The first was false, he had gone somewhere. The second still applied. He wasn't loosing himself, he wasn't giving in. Things would be alright. He just had to do things differently.
"There are things I need to do," he said silently. "The moment the stigmata surfaced... I had to leave, or you would have to kill me. I didn't want that. I realize now... that... it has to be this way. I'm not going to loose myself, Lenalee, but I'm not going to force him back either. He can do something about all this. It just needs time. I've been talking to him... I know now that it has to be like this. It pains me, but..."
He didn't finish the sentence and silenced. He left for everyone's sake. To finish this once and for all. He and the 14th were going to do this together, somehow. The war had to end so that everyone could get a peaceful life. So that he maybe could... could finally tell Lenalee everything and maybe, just maybe...
A hand cupped his chin and pulled it up, and then lips were covering his own. Hungry, craving, hot, wet lips. His eyes widened and he let out a slightly surprised sound. He felt a weight on his lap and he was pushed slightly backwards as teeth hesitantly nibbled on his lower lip.
A chuckle echoed through his mind, waking him up from the slight surprise and daze and he finally realized what the hell was going on. Lenalee was kissing him, and she was straddling his lap and pushing at him. A small flush flared up on his cheeks, but after a few moments - and a bit of strange nudging on him from the 14th's side - he wrapped his arms around Lenalee and pulled her body close as he returned the kiss.
It started a bit awkwardly. Their tongues hesitantly brushed against each other and they almost asked the other for permission before doing anything. Their teeth occasionally bumped into each other and they blushed before laughing slightly awkwardly and resuming it. He wasn't sure where her previous mood had gone, but things suddenly felt a bit easier and light-hearted. It was almost as if he was back at the Order, spending time with his friend. Just that there was a heat there that made numerous images appear in his head. And the 14th was still poking at him.
Maybe he would only get this chance...
'Come on, push her down, and suck on her neck,' he heard the 14th mutter smugly, and he scowled a bit.
Still, he did push Lenalee down - or more like slowly lowered her down - onto her back, and then broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her neck. But it wasn't because the 14th told him to do so, he just wanted to do it. Really. He did.
"A-Allen," Lenalee breathed out and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly at it.
"Lenalee, I--" he began, about to raise his head but she pushed it back down.
"It's okay," she whispered and tilted her head back, and he jumped as he felt her foot stroke up his leg. "We cou-- We could... t-try to-- Ah!"
She gasped suddenly as he bit down softly on the junction of her neck and jaw. He guessed that she liked it and did it again before covering that spot with his lips and sucking on it. The needy sound she made told him that he was right.
'Remember that spot,' the 14th told him. 'She seems sensetive there.'
'No shit,' Allen retorted dryly. Couldn't that Noah just shut up now? He normally wasn't very talkative.
He straightened up slightly, but one of Lenalee's hands held his head to stop him from moving too far away. He felt her fingers gently stroke his forehead and realized his stigmata had to be showing. Her eyes held an expression he couldn't quite make out as she followed the markings of the crosses, her hand trembling slightly, and then stroked the scar over his eye. Her hand stopped at his neck and squeezed slightly, and he swallowed, breathing deeply as his heart pounded violently in his chest. Her other hand fell from his hair and gripped his arm as she clenched the back of his neck.
Then she suddenly pulled him down and her lips brushed against his ear, making him shiver from the hot air that brushed against his skin. His nose ended up buried in the hair that was spread out beside her and he breathed in her scent that he had longed for for so long.
"Allen..." she mumbled and he could hear her swallow. "I want... Don't... Don't hesitate..."
Allen thought that saying "I'm not going to" would feel weird, for some reason, so he pulled his head back and kissed her again, deeply, passionately, tasting her, and she responded with the same force. 'The clothes are in the way,' the 14th said, and he realized that they were, so he moved his hands to her jacket and tried to unbutton it, but his fingers didn't seem to want to co-operate with him. He broke the kiss for a second to breathe out a silent curse before resuming it, biting down softly on Lenalee's lip as per 14th's instructions. He still wanted the Noah to shut up, but he seemed to know what to do, as Lenalee let out an approving sound.
As if the jacket wasn't enough, it took ages to remove the rest of the clothes. Both of their hands were trembling and they were a bit hesitant. Lenalee kept asking if it was fine for her to do this, to do that, as did he every now and then. Her hands moved carefully across his skin, the touches feather light and sending tiny shivers through his body. His heart was beating rapidly and he would occasionally get an awkward feeling in the pit of his stomach, because this was new and he was unsure if it was right. But... He hadn't seen Lenalee for ages, and maybe they wouldn't see each other again... He didn't want to pass up this chance, because he had been wanting to do this for a long time. So he kept going, placing soft kisses all over Lenalee's neck and collarbone. He nervously removed her bra and backed off slightly, swallowing, hesitating.
'Do it. Lick those nipples. Women love it,' the 14th said with a tone that told Allen he was enjoying this way too much, and the ex-Exorcist mentally scowled. He didn't have time to properly grumble at the Noah before Lenalee slowly pushed his head down again and his lips were suddenly pressing against the soft skin of one of her breasts.
"Please, Allen," she whispered and shifted a bit. "Don't stop..."
Allen swallowed heavily and did as the 14th had said, moving his lips to one of the nipples and tried licking at it. Lenalee gasped and arched a bit, tugging at his hair. He grimaced, as that hurt a little, but felt encouraged by her sound and continued while his hands slowly moved towards her panties. A part of him wondered if it really was okay to do this, but it stopped as soon as a sudden burst of heat clouded his mind. The Chinese made a strangled slightly surprised noise as his kissing grew more intense and he threw the undergarment to the side. Screw hesitation. It had already gone this far, he wasn't stopping.
Lenalee moaned and raised her hips as a finger of Allen's left arm buried itself between her heated lips and stroked upwards and her face flushed deep red in a way that made Allen's heart make some strange loop. Her breathing got considerably heavier as she fell back down onto the mattress after arching her back for a while. His fingers twitched and the heat that he felt on his fingers was enough for him to let out a moan of his own. His lips were still at her breast, so he moved it back up, because he needed to kiss those parted lips that were begging to be assaulted. She whimpered and answered the kiss as his fingers kept working between her legs, and soon her back was slowly beginning to arch again. He felt her tremble against him and she broke the kiss, gasping repeatedly, her fingers tangling in his hair again.
'Move your hand a bit to the left, rub that hard nub you're feeling,' the 14th said with a smug tone.
Allen held his breath as he did and the yelp she let out made him stop his movements, but the Noah barked at him to continue. So he did, biting his lip as he watched her writhe and shiver and then her fingers clenched in his hair and she pushed their bodies together as she almost screamed, their skin slipping against each other and all the muscles in her body noticeably convulsing. When she slumped back down and he slowly removed his hand, he finally noticed how hot it was and how wet their bodies were. Wet with sweat. He saw Lenalee's hair stick to her skin and he felt his own doing that too, and they were both breathing heavily and he was probably blushing as deeply as she was. Her grip on him weakened and her arms fell to the side, and then forever passed while her breathing calmed.
Her eyes fluttered open and shone with a sort of passion and love that he had never seen in there ever before. She smiled tiredly and put her warm hands on his chest. Her fingers brushed against his nipples and he shuddered, then she slowly pushed him away a bit and sat up. He shifted and she straddled his lap, grabbing both sides of his head and staring intently into his eyes. He felt the urge to look away, but didn't, and their lips met again. The kiss was much softer this time, but just as needy, and her hands dropped from his cheeks and settled on his waist. He didn't know what to do with his own hands, so he simply clenched the sheets of the bed. There was a buzz in his ears and as the kiss broke he let out a gasp, because something had just pressed down on the erection inside his boxers.
Lenalee looked at him curiously and her hips moved. He gasped again, louder.
"W-what are you--?" he stuttered breathlessly, but she kissed him quickly and then shyly looked away.
"I just... did... this." She bit her lip and moved her hips more firmly and he moaned, pretty much straight into her ear. Her hands tugged a bit at his boxers and she moved off his lap, the naked skin of her ass brushing against his knees. "Can I...?"
Allen put his hands over hers and he nodded, smiling. She returned the smile and after a short while of struggling the last piece of clothing on either of them was thrown to the side. Well, there was also... She removed the bands holding her hair up and it spilled over her shoulders like some sort of liquid. She inhaled a deep breath and leaned slightly towards him, looking into his eyes as her slim fingers hesitantly wrapped around his length. His eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched for a short moment. 'Oohh, bold girl,' the 14th commented, sounding somewhat impressed. Allen didn't fully hear him, because said girl's hand had just begun moving. It was very carefully, like she was testing the waters, but it still sent shocks throughout his whole body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt and the way her hair occasionally brushed against his skin it made the stimulation feel more... amazing and honest.
'Tell her to stroke the tip,' the 14th said, his tone somewhat sharp, probably so that it would get through properly. He nearly choked on his own breath. He couldn't do that! 'I'm sure she wouldn't mind some help,' the 14th insisted with a somewhat annoyed tone.
Allen swallowed hesitantly and put a hand over Lenalee's, guiding it to the top of his lenght and moving her thumb over it. He moaned and drew a shuddering breath before he whispered into her ear; "S-stroke... there..." His face became hot and she leaned back a bit, watching him with half-lidded eyes, her own face looking just as warm as his was. Then she slowly nodded and she leaned her forehead against his, looking down at her hand as she squeezed and pressed there, drawing a silent whimper from between his lips that caused her to hesitate slightly. But he shook his head and said it was fine, that it felt great, "please do it again". She did. He moaned, moved his hips and raised them slightly, pushing against her hand. Their lips met in a kiss and she firmly stroked him, making him loose his breath and break the kiss to find it again. His hands clenched in the sheets and he just kept gasping and moaning.
'She should suck you off,' the 14th said and nudged at him. 'Tell her to do it.'
But no, he couldn't do that. That wasn't acceptable, not in his eyes. They were both new to this. He was curious as to how it would feel to have a hot mouth engulf his... his... cock... but Lenalee was... He couldn't ask that of her. "L-lenalee. D-do you think you could..." Wait, no, he was not going to ask for it, he decided, right? But the way she looked at him, curiously, almost destroyed that. He swallowed. Well, she could always say no... "S... Suck..." He glanced to the side and blushed a deep red. "Suck... me...?"
There was a long pause when she just looked at him. He was afraid she was going to get mad and he squirmed uncomfortably, holding his breath. Her grip on his erection was loose now. Maybe she was thinking, or maybe her mind was completely blank. Or maybe it was as clouded as his had been just moments ago and she couldn't quite think like usually. She didn't get mad. She backed off and she leaned down, she carefully licked. He jolted and clenched the sheets slightly again, and then her lips closed around him. He moaned and she put her hands on his lap as support as she started sucking and tried moving down his manhood. She didn't have to do much more and after just a few seconds he tangled his fingers in her hair and cried out, slightly from surprise, arching his back.
The next moment Lenalee had pulled him down again, her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was moving her hips against him. He could barely make out the 14th telling him to move against her and as she pulled him down for a deep, messy kiss he did just that and his length rubbed against her heat, her wet folds, her forbidden core that he had been allowed to see, to touch, to have access to. It was... unbelievable. It made him hot, unbelievably hot, and he nibbled on Lenalee's lip and he moved his Innocence down between them.
'That's right, time to prepare her,' the 14th urged him on. 'But be careful. She has to be a virgin.'
Her fingers gripped his hair tightly - which meant he got his own cum in his hair, but he couldn't really bother to care right now - and she leaned her head back as he kissed her neck. She moved her hips to urge him on and he rubbed a finger against her entrance for a moment to tell her what was coming before he slowly pushed it inside, moving it a bit as he met some resistance on the way inside. Her muscles worked around him, massaging his finger, and he breathed onto her skin as he slowly moved it. She breathed haltingly, her breath hitching continuesly. He raised his head and looked at her with a worried frown, but she wouldn't be able to see it since her eyes were closed tightly. Maybe she sensed his hesitation, though, as she moved her hands in small massaging motions on his scalp.
"I can handle fingers," she whispered. "D-don't worr-y. It's just--" She gasped as he began moving the finger and she clenched his hair. "Your... Your Innocence is-- It's r-rough."
Allen looked at her with slight disbelief for a moment. Well... that was true, but hearing her say it... It sparked something in him and he smiled widely, almost smirked, before he kissed her. She mumbled something and answered the kiss, however soon broke it, probably because she was running out of breath. He added a second finger and Lenalee's hands let go of his hair to instead grip his neck for a moment and then travel down his back. She moved her hips slightly in time with the movements of his fingers and gasped and moaned, each sound making Allen feel more and more like he was going to be unable to wait any longer.
'Try to curl your fingers. You might find something.'
Allen frowned slightly, wondering what that was supposed to mean, but tried doing so while pressing his lips to Lenalee's temple. Nothing seemed to really happen, but since the 14th had said something about "finding" he decided to try it a few more times and searched for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as Lenalee suddenly moaned loudly and he bit his lip. This was getting too much too fast. He had to do something about it before it got too much...
"Allen... Do... do it..."
Allen didn't need more of a confirmation. He pulled his fingers out and he heard her sigh out, partly from what sounded like loss and partly from what sounded like expectation. He bit his lip and raised his head, looking into her eyes. "I... I hope y-you're not expecti--" She cut him off with a kiss and he made a muffled surprised sound. She pushed him away only a few moments later and smiled reassuringly.
"I don't care," she mumbled breathlessly and stroked his cheek. "Just... be careful."
Allen nodded and she wrapped her legs around his waist again (he had never noticed them fall, now that he thought about it - as much as he could think) and brushed her womanhood against his erection, drawing a groan from between his lips. He put his hands down on the mattress for support and tried to get into position, but it didn't go very well and he felt himself getting embarrassed. Lenalee's giggle told him she didn't really mind though and he felt a bit better.
'Grab your cock and stick it in already!' the 14th suddenly barked and Allen couldn't stop himself from flinching, and shook his head as a reply to Lenalee's raised eyebrow. He swallowed and reached a hand between them, hesitantly grabbing his length and trying to find Lenalee's entrance. She aided him a bit by moving her hips and as he finally began slowly pressing inside her hands flew to claw at his back and she gasped silently. He put the hand back down on the sheets and slowly moved further inside Lenalee. He suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. He kept repeating to himself: "Take it slow, take it slow, be careful, don't hurt Lenalee." But it was hard; he was loosing any sort of focus. And her legs were wrapped around him, adding heat that didn't help to his whole body. He had never felt anything like it. The hot wet walls were squeezing him, engulfing him, pulsating around him, tensing and relaxing and cramping as he pushed inside. There was nothing else in existance, just that hotness wrapping around him.
"A-a-llen," Lenalee whimpered and made a sound that somewhat sounded like a sob, which pulled Allen back down to earth and he looked at her with a worried frown. She simply shook her head and suddenly pulled him down into a kiss. "It's fine."
He decided to pause his movements for the moment anyway, trying to focus on the kiss instead even if it was hard. As it broke her breathing seemed to be a bit more stable, even if it was heavy. He felt himself relax, telling himself that he hadn't done anything wrong anyway. Then her legs suddenly pushed his hips down and he gasped loudly as he was suddenly buried fully in her. She made a small pained sound and squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into his skin. He groaned and his head fell down to her shoulder and he stayed like that as her breathing seemed pained.
"Lenalee?" he whispered, some fear and hesitation in his voice.
She tried to smile and laughed strainedly, one of her hands gripping his shoulder tightly. "Did it... a bit t-too quickly," she mumbled and swallowed. "It... just hurt a... a bit."
Allen couldn't help but laugh a bit yourself. "I see," he murmured, his voice weak because of how he fought not to pull back and move until Lenalee told him she was ready.
"It was... a bit silly," she said and shook her head. "I should've known..." She shifted a bit and chewed on her lip. "I'm fine now."
Allen nodded and hesitantly moved back. As he thrust back in, his eyes widened slightly at the amazing feeling it made. Combined with Lenalee's strained but contented noise and the way her fingers scratched painfully down his back, it threw all of his ability to think out the window. Her walls suddenly squeezed him even harder than before and drew a moan from him as she cried out. He was too unfocused to know what it was about, but he knew it meant she was enjoying this, which was good.
He did that movement again, and again, and continued doing it, his speed increasing for each time, his lips latching onto Lenalee's neck as one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, close, so close. His arm slipped across the surface of her skin as it was, soaked and slick with sweat, and she moaned as he drove steadily into her, her legs pushing at him to get him further in. At least it felt like it got him further inside of her, but his sense of logic wasn't exactly working at the moment. He didn't notice when her nails drew blood from skin, the pain just added to the pleasure and he moaned, gasped, cried out and whimpered with her. His heart was beating in his ears and the hair he buried his fingers in was moist, greasy, sweaty, but he didn't mind at all.
Lenalee grabbed his hair and pulled his head in for another kiss to muffle their sounds, their tongues brushing against each other without their owners having any real control over them. Their lips would occasionally seperate because of their lack of control. Their breaths were heavy when it broke, his was halting slightly. His vision was almost brightly white and he shivered violently as he suddenly pressed their bodies together as close as possible. He thrust into Lenalee with more force than before and their sounds seemed to grow louder, rushed, desperate almost. He bit down on her neck and sucked. Her answer was a loud gasp of surprise.
There was a sudden loud buzz in his ears and his fists clenched as he moaned loudly, slamming into the hot body under him with a force that didn't seem possible at first. There were bright flashes of white and yellow in front of his eyes and he kept moving at the same pace, barely noticing as those walls clamped down on him again and he and Lenalee screamed together.
When Allen finally came to his full senses again he was lying on top of Lenalee. They were both breathing heavily and they were holding each other. And there they stayed, not saying anything, drowning in the comfortable silence that surrounded them. Sometime during the time that passed he reminded himself that he should pull out, so he did. Her nose was buried in his hair, his nose was buried in her neck. They breathed each other's scent. After a long while, he started to wonder if she had fallen asleep, because he almost felt like doing it himself but while he wanted to stay here and know that... Lenalee was there. Lenalee was there, and they had just done something completely amazing. The skin-to-skin touch was something he thought he could get used to, if it would ever... He wanted to be able to get used to it, he wanted to do this again, oh damn he wanted to do this again...
"Allen..."
...oh, she spoke. He blinked slowly and raised his head to look at her. "Hm?"
"You're getting heavy."
She smiled tiredly, but still with a bit of amusement, as he looked at her with slight confusion before he finally understood what she was saying and slowly rolled off her. He felt a warmth bubble up in his chest as she turned and snuggled up to him without it seeming very... couple-ish? She was obviously very tired as her eyes were almost falling shut, but she kept looking at him anyway.
"You're stupid and selfish, Allen..." she whispered and pressed her lips to his shoulder, frowning slightly. "You say so much without really meaning it... But I can't help believing it anyway."
Allen swallowed and bit his lip softly, looking down at her with regret. "I'm sorry, Lenalee," he replied, really meaning it, and stroked her hair.
She smiled again. "It's okay..."
She sighed and closed her eyes, choosing his chest as a pillow. He felt that warmth again and kept stroking her hair as he watched her, his eyelids soon falling shut and sleep overtaking him. They were together for that night, just one night, in each other's arms. Something that brought them a rare kind of peace.
This be the request:
Allen has turned into a Noah. He runs into Lenalee at an inn after a few months. Lenalee is very happy to be with him again, while he is sad that they are enemies now. Lenalee's bottled up passion explodes and she kisses him. He takes over. Hot sex ensues. She is surprised but enjoys it.
Extra love for fluff at the end (Nothing sickly sweet, just something like they sleep in each other's arms). And obviously no bloodthirsty Noah!Allen.
The Kink: 14th Noah giving Allen advice xD, Inexperienced!Lenalee, Multiple orgasms, Extra use of Allen's left innocence hand (fingering, rubbing, etc.)
Sorry for being so specific, but I hope someone fills this. Pretty please? With a cherry on top?
There are typos in there... Sorry about those, but I'm a bit too tired to look through the text and fix them. I just checked them before posting you see. Shouldn't be too big though, just a letter wrong here and there.
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Allen watched his breath fog on the glass of the mirror and drew a pentacle with the finger of his Innocence, before slowly tracing it across the scar over his eye. Thoughts were flying through his mind, thoughts about things that he doubted, and then especially Mana... Mana who had been like a father to him, who had said that he loved him, who had raised him, who had given him a feeling of belonging when no one else care about him... He would have done anything to be allowed to keep believing that. He wanted to think that this wasn't the kind of faith Mana had wanted for him, but he wasn't sure anymore. It was puzzling, because on one hand he wanted to believe that Mana did love him and wanted him to defeat the Noah inside of him and become an individual of his own, but on the other hand there was a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind that was related to said Noah that told him that Mana had wanted for the Noah to get out, because they had after all been brothers.
Allen wasn't entirely sure how much of him was actually Allen either. Some parts of his past were fuzzy by now, and he saw things that he knew he hadn't experienced. He idly ran his fingers through his slightly curly hair... It had been like that for a long time now. He frowned slightly and stroked the stigmata that now crowned his forehead. He hadn't tried to activate his Innocence ever since those things made their painful appearance. He wasn't sure he could any longer. He looked at his hand, frowning slightly, and then clenched it.
He was torn in more than one way. He still loved Akuma, he still wanted to free them, and now he was pretty much playing on the side that created them. Although it wasn't as much as playing on the side as it was just having a place to be for now, but he wasn't sure how big of a difference it was. After all, you couldn't just join the Noah as a Noah and say that you were only going to stay for a while. But the Noah he actually was, the one that had killed many of their kind and betrayed the Earl, perhaps changed that situation.
He knew he was hanging by a thin thread by just being around them. It was surprising the Earl even allowed it...
He sighed and finally lowered his arm, glancing over at the Akuma that was assigned to guard him. But he had a hunch it was there to torture him too, having to see the soul suffer and not being able to do anything...
"Still thinking about that, huh?" came a voice from the doorway and Allen turned around, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Hello to you too, Wisely," he said, his voice drawling and echoing with the tone that belonged to the 14th, a tone that only appeared while he was talking to his fellow Noah. "Still as disrespectful of your family's privacy, I see."
If you asked him, Wisely needed to learn some manners. He may call the others by a fancy title, but he saw himself higher than them. Because he had "given in fully to his Noah", and most of the others hadn't as far as Allen knew. Only Earl truly recieved his respect.
"It's easy to see that. I don't need to read your mind," Wisely insisted smoothly. "I do respect privacy."
"Lying again," Allen sighed and shook his head, striding past his supposed sibling as he headed out of the room. "You don't even know what respect is."
"Au contraire, master," Wisely said and trotted after him. "You don't know what respect is. You just came waltzing back as if it was okay. The only reason you're still alive is because Road insisted you were of no danger to us right now and she just looo~ves having you around."
Allen sighed softly. 'So that's how it is, huh?' he thought to himself. Well, it was true... It was suicide for him to try and do something; attacking would be stupid, they outnumbered him by far. And he wasn't sure he could actually try to kill these people, because while he had the Noah genes in a way, which made them his family, there was also the fact that these people were human. Sadistic and evil humans, he tried to tell himself, but humans with feelings and thoughts nonetheless. He couldn't kill them. It would be the same as breaking his promise. It would be the same as if he would kill someone from the Order. And it wasn't their fault.
A stinging sensation flared up his left arm and he flinched, grabbing it for a moment before he realized that another Noah was actually around. He quickly let it go and glanced at Wisely, hoping he didn't see it but knowing he definitely had. And sure enough, Allen noticed his intense gaze and he stubbornly looked forward again.
"We can help the master, you know," Wisely said surprisingly softly and tilted his head.. "We know the Innocence is causing you pain. We can relieve you of the pain if you just let us remove it."
Allen shook his head and smiled at his "brother". "No, that's fine," he said. "It doesn't bother me very much. And you do know that it's thanks to the Innocence that I'm alive, right?"
Wisely sighed. "You're a Noah now," he said and waved his hand nonchalantly. "A hole in the heart is small fry."
Allen frowned and grabbed his left arm again, stroking it slightly for a moment before letting it go. He knew that. It wasn't because of the wound on his heard he wanted to keep it. It was just that... Innocence was the only thing he had left from his time at the Order. The wound from leaving them was still fresh. They were his comrades, his friends, his... family, almost. He even found himself missing Kanda, of all people, because as much as they bickered it was a somewhat soothing thing to know that he was there. And despite Komui's stupid antics he was a noble person - if anyone deserved respect, it was him, doing the work he did. He could put away his personal feelings to deal with business almost whenever he wanted to, it seemed, something Allen couldn't quite understand. He missed the random pop-ups of Lavi and his creepy and suggestive way to point out things that most people didn't want to be pointed out, even if he had been somewhat gloomy lately. He missed Lenalee and her graceful movements, her gentle smile that would warm up his whole chest, her care for everyone even if it sometimes was somewhat violent, the way she scolded him when he was apparently being selfish...
Heck, he even missed Link, who had pretty much only been an annoying stalker of sorts.
"Alleeeenn~" he heard Road's voice sing and then he nearly fell face-first onto the floor as he felt her familiar weight crash onto his back.
Her head appeared on his shoulder, her face flourishing a wide smile. He returned it and gently patted her head, feeling a warmth for her too. But he was sure that was the 14th's feelings, and not his. He didn't exactly like her.
He felt Wisely's glare on him and he turned his head to look at the other Noah, the smile still in place. "I didn't come here searching for trouble," he said. "I just had nowhere else to go."
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Allen panted heavily, stumbling his way through the dark small streets, sweat running down his forehead. His hand was gripping his Innocence tightly, trying to get the pain to disappear, as he gritted his teeth and then fell, his side colliding painfully into a wall. But he leaned against it, happy for some support, and tried to get the tears away by squeezing his eyes shut tight. He had gotten out of the Noahs' place, wherever that was, because he didn't want them to see him this way. Because then they would remove his Innocence, whether he wanted it or not. This wasn't the first time that it felt like the whole skin on his left arm was on fire.
He could vaguely make out voices coming from the other side of the wall he leaned against and tried to focus his vision as he glanced up. He saw a sign of some sorts and as he let his gaze fall a bit he could see a door. There was a barely noticable smell of alcohol around it, but it wasn't a bar. No, it was probably an inn where some people decided to have some drinks and relax...
A drink. That's what he needed. He wasn't a fan of alcohol, but he just needed it.
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Lenalee heaved a sigh as she sank down onto a chair at the bar. The trip had been exhausting, to say the least, and she was tired. She should probably get up to her room, but she just needed to rest for a moment... She rested her chin in her hands and stared blankly at the wall, her mind apparently deciding that now she had time to think about things she shouldn't think about, at least not during a mission.
Her chest clenched tightly as a wide, sweet smile flashed in front of her eyes, a face crowned by a white mane of hair and the gray eyes looking at her with warmth she only saw in her brother's eyes. Warm hands gripping her face, concern showing on his face, as he told her firmly to never stop believing, that they would pull through it, that they would get back together with everyone. A white cape fluttering in front of her eyes as he jumped in front of her to protect her from the strongest Akuma they had faced at the time and gave her the time to resynchronate with her Innocence. The face that was the first thing she saw after she woke up in the infirmary one day after a particularly rough battle. A hand tightly clenching hers, reassuring her that she didn't have to worry about him loosing himself...
But he had, and he had left, and the memories were just too painful.
She blinked as she saw a hand in front of her eyes and shook her head, forcing herself to focus on her surroundings again.
"Hey, lady!" the bartender called out, looking at her oddly. "Do you want something?"
She took a few moments to register it all. "Oh, just a bit of water is fine," she said and forced a smile as her heart continued to throb painfully.
The bartender eyed her for a moment. "Sure you don't want anything a bit stronger?" he asked. "You look like you could need it."
"No, just water," she repeated, a bit more firmly. "I don't like alcohol. But thank you."
He shrugged and slowly walked off.
There was a sudden crash behind her that came from the direction of the entrance, followed by a few surprised sounds and then some shuffling.
"Hey, old man, are you okay?" someone asked.
"No no, he's just a kid, didn't you see his face?" another one stated and sighed.
Lenalee got a sudden bad feeling that was still a bit hopeful. There was only one person she knew who tended to get mistaken for an old man if you didn't get a good look at him. She took a few deep breaths as her heart began racing. She couldn't let herself get her hopes up. Slowly, she dared herself a glance over her shoulder.
Her heart made a leap. There was no way she wouldn't recognize that hair.
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Allen forced himself to take the last few steps to the door, pushing it open and stumbling inside. It seemed his body decided to give up on him right at that moment, however, and he tripped over his own feet and crashed into a table that just had to stand right next to the doorway. His forehead started to throb a bit, he had probably hit it in the fall, but it was nothing compared to the sudden explosion of pain in his arm. He bit his tongue to keep from screaming, because this wasn't the right place for it, and he barely managed to register the hurried questions about if he was alright.
"Hey, there's something strange with his skin," someone said and he tensed slightly. No. No no no no.
He heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and then there was a voice that made his heart make some weird motion that almost made the pain disappear for a moment. "I'll take care of him!" it said, and then there were some protests and quick "sorry"s as people were probably pushed out of the way or something, and then he felt a warm arm around his waist.
His hand was forced away from his Innocence and it was pulled over someone's shoulder. He could barely make out that he was moving and it took a few moments for him to understand that he was being dragged across the floor. Whoever it was that carried him soon started breathing a bit heavier; maybe he was heavy... As his arm continued to throb, he felt himself eventually be laid down on a bed, and he rolled onto his side, gripping his arm again. He made a pained noise, making to bury his face in the pillow when a cool hand stopped him from it. He grabbed the hand before it could move from his cheek and clenched it softly, taking a few deep breaths as he hesitantly moved his hand up the arm, stroking his fingers over the familiar fabric of an Exorcist uniform.
The pain in his arm was beginning to subside, for some reason. Maybe it was because it could sense the presence of another Innocence as much as he could - or rather, the Noah could. He slowly opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and squinted, trying to focus his vision.
"Lenalee..." he murmured.
He barely got a good look on her relieved face before she had disappeared from the bed's side. He sat up, because he didn't want her to disappear out of his sight, and rubbed his aching arm. He felt happy, or maybe even overjoyed, seeing her after such a long time. He couldn't help but eye her intently as she packed out some of her things and then, when a knock came at the door, opened it and recieved a glass of water. The sun that was setting barely gave the room any light, and it reflected in her long hair enough to almost stop him from breathing if he hadn't been so focused on that task right now. Her blank expression concerned him slightly however, so he dared himself to speak again, a bit louder.
"Lenalee."
Lenalee turned towards him, forcing a soft smile onto her face that made him furrow his forehead in concern. "Allen, why did you leave?" she asked. "You promised me... You promised me that you weren't going anywhere. You promised us all that. You told me you weren't going to loose yourself, you insisted that everything would be alright. Why?"
Allen flinched back a bit and frowned, averting his gaze. He remembered those times very well. He knew he hadn't kept those promises, and it pained him. But things had changed...
"I'm not going anywhere. Stop worrying so much."
"I'm not going to give in, Lenalee. It will be alright."
He had said those words. The first was false, he had gone somewhere. The second still applied. He wasn't loosing himself, he wasn't giving in. Things would be alright. He just had to do things differently.
"There are things I need to do," he said silently. "The moment the stigmata surfaced... I had to leave, or you would have to kill me. I didn't want that. I realize now... that... it has to be this way. I'm not going to loose myself, Lenalee, but I'm not going to force him back either. He can do something about all this. It just needs time. I've been talking to him... I know now that it has to be like this. It pains me, but..."
He didn't finish the sentence and silenced. He left for everyone's sake. To finish this once and for all. He and the 14th were going to do this together, somehow. The war had to end so that everyone could get a peaceful life. So that he maybe could... could finally tell Lenalee everything and maybe, just maybe...
A hand cupped his chin and pulled it up, and then lips were covering his own. Hungry, craving, hot, wet lips. His eyes widened and he let out a slightly surprised sound. He felt a weight on his lap and he was pushed slightly backwards as teeth hesitantly nibbled on his lower lip.
A chuckle echoed through his mind, waking him up from the slight surprise and daze and he finally realized what the hell was going on. Lenalee was kissing him, and she was straddling his lap and pushing at him. A small flush flared up on his cheeks, but after a few moments - and a bit of strange nudging on him from the 14th's side - he wrapped his arms around Lenalee and pulled her body close as he returned the kiss.
It started a bit awkwardly. Their tongues hesitantly brushed against each other and they almost asked the other for permission before doing anything. Their teeth occasionally bumped into each other and they blushed before laughing slightly awkwardly and resuming it. He wasn't sure where her previous mood had gone, but things suddenly felt a bit easier and light-hearted. It was almost as if he was back at the Order, spending time with his friend. Just that there was a heat there that made numerous images appear in his head. And the 14th was still poking at him.
Maybe he would only get this chance...
'Come on, push her down, and suck on her neck,' he heard the 14th mutter smugly, and he scowled a bit.
Still, he did push Lenalee down - or more like slowly lowered her down - onto her back, and then broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her neck. But it wasn't because the 14th told him to do so, he just wanted to do it. Really. He did.
"A-Allen," Lenalee breathed out and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly at it.
"Lenalee, I--" he began, about to raise his head but she pushed it back down.
"It's okay," she whispered and tilted her head back, and he jumped as he felt her foot stroke up his leg. "We cou-- We could... t-try to-- Ah!"
She gasped suddenly as he bit down softly on the junction of her neck and jaw. He guessed that she liked it and did it again before covering that spot with his lips and sucking on it. The needy sound she made told him that he was right.
'Remember that spot,' the 14th told him. 'She seems sensetive there.'
'No shit,' Allen retorted dryly. Couldn't that Noah just shut up now? He normally wasn't very talkative.
He straightened up slightly, but one of Lenalee's hands held his head to stop him from moving too far away. He felt her fingers gently stroke his forehead and realized his stigmata had to be showing. Her eyes held an expression he couldn't quite make out as she followed the markings of the crosses, her hand trembling slightly, and then stroked the scar over his eye. Her hand stopped at his neck and squeezed slightly, and he swallowed, breathing deeply as his heart pounded violently in his chest. Her other hand fell from his hair and gripped his arm as she clenched the back of his neck.
Then she suddenly pulled him down and her lips brushed against his ear, making him shiver from the hot air that brushed against his skin. His nose ended up buried in the hair that was spread out beside her and he breathed in her scent that he had longed for for so long.
"Allen..." she mumbled and he could hear her swallow. "I want... Don't... Don't hesitate..."
Allen thought that saying "I'm not going to" would feel weird, for some reason, so he pulled his head back and kissed her again, deeply, passionately, tasting her, and she responded with the same force. 'The clothes are in the way,' the 14th said, and he realized that they were, so he moved his hands to her jacket and tried to unbutton it, but his fingers didn't seem to want to co-operate with him. He broke the kiss for a second to breathe out a silent curse before resuming it, biting down softly on Lenalee's lip as per 14th's instructions. He still wanted the Noah to shut up, but he seemed to know what to do, as Lenalee let out an approving sound.
As if the jacket wasn't enough, it took ages to remove the rest of the clothes. Both of their hands were trembling and they were a bit hesitant. Lenalee kept asking if it was fine for her to do this, to do that, as did he every now and then. Her hands moved carefully across his skin, the touches feather light and sending tiny shivers through his body. His heart was beating rapidly and he would occasionally get an awkward feeling in the pit of his stomach, because this was new and he was unsure if it was right. But... He hadn't seen Lenalee for ages, and maybe they wouldn't see each other again... He didn't want to pass up this chance, because he had been wanting to do this for a long time. So he kept going, placing soft kisses all over Lenalee's neck and collarbone. He nervously removed her bra and backed off slightly, swallowing, hesitating.
'Do it. Lick those nipples. Women love it,' the 14th said with a tone that told Allen he was enjoying this way too much, and the ex-Exorcist mentally scowled. He didn't have time to properly grumble at the Noah before Lenalee slowly pushed his head down again and his lips were suddenly pressing against the soft skin of one of her breasts.
"Please, Allen," she whispered and shifted a bit. "Don't stop..."
Allen swallowed heavily and did as the 14th had said, moving his lips to one of the nipples and tried licking at it. Lenalee gasped and arched a bit, tugging at his hair. He grimaced, as that hurt a little, but felt encouraged by her sound and continued while his hands slowly moved towards her panties. A part of him wondered if it really was okay to do this, but it stopped as soon as a sudden burst of heat clouded his mind. The Chinese made a strangled slightly surprised noise as his kissing grew more intense and he threw the undergarment to the side. Screw hesitation. It had already gone this far, he wasn't stopping.
Lenalee moaned and raised her hips as a finger of Allen's left arm buried itself between her heated lips and stroked upwards and her face flushed deep red in a way that made Allen's heart make some strange loop. Her breathing got considerably heavier as she fell back down onto the mattress after arching her back for a while. His fingers twitched and the heat that he felt on his fingers was enough for him to let out a moan of his own. His lips were still at her breast, so he moved it back up, because he needed to kiss those parted lips that were begging to be assaulted. She whimpered and answered the kiss as his fingers kept working between her legs, and soon her back was slowly beginning to arch again. He felt her tremble against him and she broke the kiss, gasping repeatedly, her fingers tangling in his hair again.
'Move your hand a bit to the left, rub that hard nub you're feeling,' the 14th said with a smug tone.
Allen held his breath as he did and the yelp she let out made him stop his movements, but the Noah barked at him to continue. So he did, biting his lip as he watched her writhe and shiver and then her fingers clenched in his hair and she pushed their bodies together as she almost screamed, their skin slipping against each other and all the muscles in her body noticeably convulsing. When she slumped back down and he slowly removed his hand, he finally noticed how hot it was and how wet their bodies were. Wet with sweat. He saw Lenalee's hair stick to her skin and he felt his own doing that too, and they were both breathing heavily and he was probably blushing as deeply as she was. Her grip on him weakened and her arms fell to the side, and then forever passed while her breathing calmed.
Her eyes fluttered open and shone with a sort of passion and love that he had never seen in there ever before. She smiled tiredly and put her warm hands on his chest. Her fingers brushed against his nipples and he shuddered, then she slowly pushed him away a bit and sat up. He shifted and she straddled his lap, grabbing both sides of his head and staring intently into his eyes. He felt the urge to look away, but didn't, and their lips met again. The kiss was much softer this time, but just as needy, and her hands dropped from his cheeks and settled on his waist. He didn't know what to do with his own hands, so he simply clenched the sheets of the bed. There was a buzz in his ears and as the kiss broke he let out a gasp, because something had just pressed down on the erection inside his boxers.
Lenalee looked at him curiously and her hips moved. He gasped again, louder.
"W-what are you--?" he stuttered breathlessly, but she kissed him quickly and then shyly looked away.
"I just... did... this." She bit her lip and moved her hips more firmly and he moaned, pretty much straight into her ear. Her hands tugged a bit at his boxers and she moved off his lap, the naked skin of her ass brushing against his knees. "Can I...?"
Allen put his hands over hers and he nodded, smiling. She returned the smile and after a short while of struggling the last piece of clothing on either of them was thrown to the side. Well, there was also... She removed the bands holding her hair up and it spilled over her shoulders like some sort of liquid. She inhaled a deep breath and leaned slightly towards him, looking into his eyes as her slim fingers hesitantly wrapped around his length. His eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched for a short moment. 'Oohh, bold girl,' the 14th commented, sounding somewhat impressed. Allen didn't fully hear him, because said girl's hand had just begun moving. It was very carefully, like she was testing the waters, but it still sent shocks throughout his whole body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt and the way her hair occasionally brushed against his skin it made the stimulation feel more... amazing and honest.
'Tell her to stroke the tip,' the 14th said, his tone somewhat sharp, probably so that it would get through properly. He nearly choked on his own breath. He couldn't do that! 'I'm sure she wouldn't mind some help,' the 14th insisted with a somewhat annoyed tone.
Allen swallowed hesitantly and put a hand over Lenalee's, guiding it to the top of his lenght and moving her thumb over it. He moaned and drew a shuddering breath before he whispered into her ear; "S-stroke... there..." His face became hot and she leaned back a bit, watching him with half-lidded eyes, her own face looking just as warm as his was. Then she slowly nodded and she leaned her forehead against his, looking down at her hand as she squeezed and pressed there, drawing a silent whimper from between his lips that caused her to hesitate slightly. But he shook his head and said it was fine, that it felt great, "please do it again". She did. He moaned, moved his hips and raised them slightly, pushing against her hand. Their lips met in a kiss and she firmly stroked him, making him loose his breath and break the kiss to find it again. His hands clenched in the sheets and he just kept gasping and moaning.
'She should suck you off,' the 14th said and nudged at him. 'Tell her to do it.'
But no, he couldn't do that. That wasn't acceptable, not in his eyes. They were both new to this. He was curious as to how it would feel to have a hot mouth engulf his... his... cock... but Lenalee was... He couldn't ask that of her. "L-lenalee. D-do you think you could..." Wait, no, he was not going to ask for it, he decided, right? But the way she looked at him, curiously, almost destroyed that. He swallowed. Well, she could always say no... "S... Suck..." He glanced to the side and blushed a deep red. "Suck... me...?"
There was a long pause when she just looked at him. He was afraid she was going to get mad and he squirmed uncomfortably, holding his breath. Her grip on his erection was loose now. Maybe she was thinking, or maybe her mind was completely blank. Or maybe it was as clouded as his had been just moments ago and she couldn't quite think like usually. She didn't get mad. She backed off and she leaned down, she carefully licked. He jolted and clenched the sheets slightly again, and then her lips closed around him. He moaned and she put her hands on his lap as support as she started sucking and tried moving down his manhood. She didn't have to do much more and after just a few seconds he tangled his fingers in her hair and cried out, slightly from surprise, arching his back.
The next moment Lenalee had pulled him down again, her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was moving her hips against him. He could barely make out the 14th telling him to move against her and as she pulled him down for a deep, messy kiss he did just that and his length rubbed against her heat, her wet folds, her forbidden core that he had been allowed to see, to touch, to have access to. It was... unbelievable. It made him hot, unbelievably hot, and he nibbled on Lenalee's lip and he moved his Innocence down between them.
'That's right, time to prepare her,' the 14th urged him on. 'But be careful. She has to be a virgin.'
Her fingers gripped his hair tightly - which meant he got his own cum in his hair, but he couldn't really bother to care right now - and she leaned her head back as he kissed her neck. She moved her hips to urge him on and he rubbed a finger against her entrance for a moment to tell her what was coming before he slowly pushed it inside, moving it a bit as he met some resistance on the way inside. Her muscles worked around him, massaging his finger, and he breathed onto her skin as he slowly moved it. She breathed haltingly, her breath hitching continuesly. He raised his head and looked at her with a worried frown, but she wouldn't be able to see it since her eyes were closed tightly. Maybe she sensed his hesitation, though, as she moved her hands in small massaging motions on his scalp.
"I can handle fingers," she whispered. "D-don't worr-y. It's just--" She gasped as he began moving the finger and she clenched his hair. "Your... Your Innocence is-- It's r-rough."
Allen looked at her with slight disbelief for a moment. Well... that was true, but hearing her say it... It sparked something in him and he smiled widely, almost smirked, before he kissed her. She mumbled something and answered the kiss, however soon broke it, probably because she was running out of breath. He added a second finger and Lenalee's hands let go of his hair to instead grip his neck for a moment and then travel down his back. She moved her hips slightly in time with the movements of his fingers and gasped and moaned, each sound making Allen feel more and more like he was going to be unable to wait any longer.
'Try to curl your fingers. You might find something.'
Allen frowned slightly, wondering what that was supposed to mean, but tried doing so while pressing his lips to Lenalee's temple. Nothing seemed to really happen, but since the 14th had said something about "finding" he decided to try it a few more times and searched for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as Lenalee suddenly moaned loudly and he bit his lip. This was getting too much too fast. He had to do something about it before it got too much...
"Allen... Do... do it..."
Allen didn't need more of a confirmation. He pulled his fingers out and he heard her sigh out, partly from what sounded like loss and partly from what sounded like expectation. He bit his lip and raised his head, looking into her eyes. "I... I hope y-you're not expecti--" She cut him off with a kiss and he made a muffled surprised sound. She pushed him away only a few moments later and smiled reassuringly.
"I don't care," she mumbled breathlessly and stroked his cheek. "Just... be careful."
Allen nodded and she wrapped her legs around his waist again (he had never noticed them fall, now that he thought about it - as much as he could think) and brushed her womanhood against his erection, drawing a groan from between his lips. He put his hands down on the mattress for support and tried to get into position, but it didn't go very well and he felt himself getting embarrassed. Lenalee's giggle told him she didn't really mind though and he felt a bit better.
'Grab your cock and stick it in already!' the 14th suddenly barked and Allen couldn't stop himself from flinching, and shook his head as a reply to Lenalee's raised eyebrow. He swallowed and reached a hand between them, hesitantly grabbing his length and trying to find Lenalee's entrance. She aided him a bit by moving her hips and as he finally began slowly pressing inside her hands flew to claw at his back and she gasped silently. He put the hand back down on the sheets and slowly moved further inside Lenalee. He suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. He kept repeating to himself: "Take it slow, take it slow, be careful, don't hurt Lenalee." But it was hard; he was loosing any sort of focus. And her legs were wrapped around him, adding heat that didn't help to his whole body. He had never felt anything like it. The hot wet walls were squeezing him, engulfing him, pulsating around him, tensing and relaxing and cramping as he pushed inside. There was nothing else in existance, just that hotness wrapping around him.
"A-a-llen," Lenalee whimpered and made a sound that somewhat sounded like a sob, which pulled Allen back down to earth and he looked at her with a worried frown. She simply shook her head and suddenly pulled him down into a kiss. "It's fine."
He decided to pause his movements for the moment anyway, trying to focus on the kiss instead even if it was hard. As it broke her breathing seemed to be a bit more stable, even if it was heavy. He felt himself relax, telling himself that he hadn't done anything wrong anyway. Then her legs suddenly pushed his hips down and he gasped loudly as he was suddenly buried fully in her. She made a small pained sound and squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into his skin. He groaned and his head fell down to her shoulder and he stayed like that as her breathing seemed pained.
"Lenalee?" he whispered, some fear and hesitation in his voice.
She tried to smile and laughed strainedly, one of her hands gripping his shoulder tightly. "Did it... a bit t-too quickly," she mumbled and swallowed. "It... just hurt a... a bit."
Allen couldn't help but laugh a bit yourself. "I see," he murmured, his voice weak because of how he fought not to pull back and move until Lenalee told him she was ready.
"It was... a bit silly," she said and shook her head. "I should've known..." She shifted a bit and chewed on her lip. "I'm fine now."
Allen nodded and hesitantly moved back. As he thrust back in, his eyes widened slightly at the amazing feeling it made. Combined with Lenalee's strained but contented noise and the way her fingers scratched painfully down his back, it threw all of his ability to think out the window. Her walls suddenly squeezed him even harder than before and drew a moan from him as she cried out. He was too unfocused to know what it was about, but he knew it meant she was enjoying this, which was good.
He did that movement again, and again, and continued doing it, his speed increasing for each time, his lips latching onto Lenalee's neck as one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, close, so close. His arm slipped across the surface of her skin as it was, soaked and slick with sweat, and she moaned as he drove steadily into her, her legs pushing at him to get him further in. At least it felt like it got him further inside of her, but his sense of logic wasn't exactly working at the moment. He didn't notice when her nails drew blood from skin, the pain just added to the pleasure and he moaned, gasped, cried out and whimpered with her. His heart was beating in his ears and the hair he buried his fingers in was moist, greasy, sweaty, but he didn't mind at all.
Lenalee grabbed his hair and pulled his head in for another kiss to muffle their sounds, their tongues brushing against each other without their owners having any real control over them. Their lips would occasionally seperate because of their lack of control. Their breaths were heavy when it broke, his was halting slightly. His vision was almost brightly white and he shivered violently as he suddenly pressed their bodies together as close as possible. He thrust into Lenalee with more force than before and their sounds seemed to grow louder, rushed, desperate almost. He bit down on her neck and sucked. Her answer was a loud gasp of surprise.
There was a sudden loud buzz in his ears and his fists clenched as he moaned loudly, slamming into the hot body under him with a force that didn't seem possible at first. There were bright flashes of white and yellow in front of his eyes and he kept moving at the same pace, barely noticing as those walls clamped down on him again and he and Lenalee screamed together.
When Allen finally came to his full senses again he was lying on top of Lenalee. They were both breathing heavily and they were holding each other. And there they stayed, not saying anything, drowning in the comfortable silence that surrounded them. Sometime during the time that passed he reminded himself that he should pull out, so he did. Her nose was buried in his hair, his nose was buried in her neck. They breathed each other's scent. After a long while, he started to wonder if she had fallen asleep, because he almost felt like doing it himself but while he wanted to stay here and know that... Lenalee was there. Lenalee was there, and they had just done something completely amazing. The skin-to-skin touch was something he thought he could get used to, if it would ever... He wanted to be able to get used to it, he wanted to do this again, oh damn he wanted to do this again...
"Allen..."
...oh, she spoke. He blinked slowly and raised his head to look at her. "Hm?"
"You're getting heavy."
She smiled tiredly, but still with a bit of amusement, as he looked at her with slight confusion before he finally understood what she was saying and slowly rolled off her. He felt a warmth bubble up in his chest as she turned and snuggled up to him without it seeming very... couple-ish? She was obviously very tired as her eyes were almost falling shut, but she kept looking at him anyway.
"You're stupid and selfish, Allen..." she whispered and pressed her lips to his shoulder, frowning slightly. "You say so much without really meaning it... But I can't help believing it anyway."
Allen swallowed and bit his lip softly, looking down at her with regret. "I'm sorry, Lenalee," he replied, really meaning it, and stroked her hair.
She smiled again. "It's okay..."
She sighed and closed her eyes, choosing his chest as a pillow. He felt that warmth again and kept stroking her hair as he watched her, his eyelids soon falling shut and sleep overtaking him. They were together for that night, just one night, in each other's arms. Something that brought them a rare kind of peace.