Smender Fic
Title: Smender
Author: white_arc
Pairing: Lenalee/Allen
Warnings: Sexual situation, nothing that graphic.
Summary: Lenalee and Allen share a world that exists only between them.
Note: My first smut + tender fic.
When they shed each others clothes and tangle themselves into each other, Lenalee knows what she likes best about the experience are his eyes. She likes the way they always locked onto hers, faithfully the whole time when he can, how they reflect so much love for her. It makes her feel so warm and happy she sometimes doesn’t know how she can contain it as well as she does without feeling overwhelmed by it.
She sighs and relaxes even more as Allen stops stroking her face with his hand and leans his head down enough to begin gently sucking on her neck. She rests her cheek against the side of his head and closes her eyes with a smile, feeling both theirs bodies relaxing enough to react to the sexual atmosphere they've developed. She strokes his bare back and after enough butterfly kisses and soft touches both give and receive, she begins to feel him naturally sliding inside of her.
She has never felt such a thing before, to be a part of another; it makes her feel whole and complete in a way she never knew possible. It’s the thought of creating a world shared with only another in both a physical and spiritual sense. She flushes and opens her mouth in ecstatic from feeling her body finally become completely united with her mate. She opens her eyes and meets them with Allen’s deep grays. His face looks red; his breathing can be heard in quicker patterns, but he’s smiling, probably the same smile she is also wearing. She nudges him at his side and he obediently turns to allows her to lie on top of him. She looks down at his face and swears she has never seen anything more beautiful and right in the world. And this belongs to her, no with her.
Allen thinks what he likes best in these moments is the fact that she always holds his left hand. He used to be so self conscious about showing others, especially girls his deformed arm. So when they first did it he was worried she’d be inconvenienced in some way by his arm. But she wasn’t, instead she took it into hers and throughout the whole time she held his red hand clasped into hers. She has done this for every time since.
He leans into her as she lowers herself to first lick his face of sweat, and then plants her lips onto his. He lifts his right hand and places it on her head to press it further into him. A moment where neither is aware how long it passes before she gently starts nipping his lip for entrance and allows her to enter; he relishes the taste she leaves as she moves on to other areas to wet with her softness.
She eventually ends it and both are now lying side by side in each others arms, looking into each others the eyes. Allen likes looking into her eyes. He certainly notices her bare breasts and slender naked legs. But he loves watching the emotions fill her dark eyes as he moves inside of her, he almost can’t bare to look away from them. There’s no hidden motive, it’s just full of love, for him and them. The thought makes him happy, there’s no other way to describe it. He’s gone so long thinking he was unlovable; he never wants to feel that way again. Before he had accepted it with content resign, now he knows he can never live that way again; because she loves him.
She falls asleep first, after he brushes his knuckles, the one with the metal band on it, against her stomach. Thoughtful and excited over what they have begun to create, he falls gently asleep. Heads touching slightly, his left hand still clutched inside hers.
Notes* Surprise, they were working to conceive their fist kid. Yes that metal band means they are married and Allen wears his on his right hand, for obvious reasons.
Ugh, this feels so sugary (takes out sour skittles).
Author: white_arc
Pairing: Lenalee/Allen
Warnings: Sexual situation, nothing that graphic.
Summary: Lenalee and Allen share a world that exists only between them.
Note: My first smut + tender fic.
When they shed each others clothes and tangle themselves into each other, Lenalee knows what she likes best about the experience are his eyes. She likes the way they always locked onto hers, faithfully the whole time when he can, how they reflect so much love for her. It makes her feel so warm and happy she sometimes doesn’t know how she can contain it as well as she does without feeling overwhelmed by it.
She sighs and relaxes even more as Allen stops stroking her face with his hand and leans his head down enough to begin gently sucking on her neck. She rests her cheek against the side of his head and closes her eyes with a smile, feeling both theirs bodies relaxing enough to react to the sexual atmosphere they've developed. She strokes his bare back and after enough butterfly kisses and soft touches both give and receive, she begins to feel him naturally sliding inside of her.
She has never felt such a thing before, to be a part of another; it makes her feel whole and complete in a way she never knew possible. It’s the thought of creating a world shared with only another in both a physical and spiritual sense. She flushes and opens her mouth in ecstatic from feeling her body finally become completely united with her mate. She opens her eyes and meets them with Allen’s deep grays. His face looks red; his breathing can be heard in quicker patterns, but he’s smiling, probably the same smile she is also wearing. She nudges him at his side and he obediently turns to allows her to lie on top of him. She looks down at his face and swears she has never seen anything more beautiful and right in the world. And this belongs to her, no with her.
Allen thinks what he likes best in these moments is the fact that she always holds his left hand. He used to be so self conscious about showing others, especially girls his deformed arm. So when they first did it he was worried she’d be inconvenienced in some way by his arm. But she wasn’t, instead she took it into hers and throughout the whole time she held his red hand clasped into hers. She has done this for every time since.
He leans into her as she lowers herself to first lick his face of sweat, and then plants her lips onto his. He lifts his right hand and places it on her head to press it further into him. A moment where neither is aware how long it passes before she gently starts nipping his lip for entrance and allows her to enter; he relishes the taste she leaves as she moves on to other areas to wet with her softness.
She eventually ends it and both are now lying side by side in each others arms, looking into each others the eyes. Allen likes looking into her eyes. He certainly notices her bare breasts and slender naked legs. But he loves watching the emotions fill her dark eyes as he moves inside of her, he almost can’t bare to look away from them. There’s no hidden motive, it’s just full of love, for him and them. The thought makes him happy, there’s no other way to describe it. He’s gone so long thinking he was unlovable; he never wants to feel that way again. Before he had accepted it with content resign, now he knows he can never live that way again; because she loves him.
She falls asleep first, after he brushes his knuckles, the one with the metal band on it, against her stomach. Thoughtful and excited over what they have begun to create, he falls gently asleep. Heads touching slightly, his left hand still clutched inside hers.
Notes* Surprise, they were working to conceive their fist kid. Yes that metal band means they are married and Allen wears his on his right hand, for obvious reasons.
Ugh, this feels so sugary (takes out sour skittles).