Hiii! Ty for doing this! Could you pls write the soft kissing prompt number 11 with a female reader? Tyvm!
Hello, nonnie! I am truly sorry for not finishing this sooner, but I was finally able to rescue it from the draft purgatory, and here is it for you! I do hope you like it! ^_^
11. Sharing a kiss while lying in bed - Arno Dorian
It had been an overall quiet day for you, void of much stress or worry. Business at the Café Théâtre had been slow, which gave you time to take care of some early spring cleaning in the attic space.
Some may have found it dull, but when you were the wife of a man who was secretly an Assassin, the aura of calm monotony was always a welcome thing.
Granted, some anxiety did eventually begin to bubble up when nearly an entire day passed and your husband, Arno - whom you knew had some quick Assassin business in the early morning, but nothing else, as far as you were aware - hadn’t come back yet.
As you now sat in bed, reading as you waited for supper that was currently being prepared downstairs, you tried not to harbor any discomforting thoughts regarding your spouse’s fate.
Your few fears were finally put to rest, though, when you heard the sound of heavy boots ringing through the hall outside of the bedroom door, rhythmically occurring with Arno’s usual gait. Although, if you had paid more attention, you would’ve noticed that the footsteps were heavier than usual - almost as if they were driven by anger or annoyance.
However, you were still too caught up in your book.
It wasn’t until you heard the irritated mumblings and the door being closed slightly harder than usual, that you finally caught on to the now-obvious fact that something wasn’t quite normal.
You jumped slightly at the noise and looked up to see Arno had indeed returned, and was indeed, quite put off.
“‘He solves ‘em, you get the credit’,” he muttered in a light-toned, mocking way to himself, seemingly not noticing you were in the room. His voice then switched to a lower, more gravely pitch, as he added, “‘Meanwhile, I have more important things to do’.”
Turning your entire attention to him now, you rested your book on your lap and watched as he removed his gloves and locked the door behind him.
“The things I get myself into,” he grumbled, still talking to himself, once again in his normal tone of voice.
When he turned around and finally saw you staring, he only paused in his movement for a moment or two, before tossing his gloves aside and trudging his way over to the bed.
“Uh...good evening?” you chanced, a little unsure of how he was going to reply.
He only harrumphed in response, his eyes not quite meeting yours. Not bothering to remove his Assassin’s robe or his gear, he flopped down, belly-first, onto the bed and buried his face under his pillow like a petulant teenager.
A blink in confusion was your initial reaction. “Problem?” you prodded gently afterwards, though you couldn’t stop your eyebrow from raising.
“Sometimes I wonder why I bother with people,” came the muffled response.
You smiled, in spite of his attitude. “Because as much as you try to put on a standoffish front, deep down, you actually care,” you pointed out, as you tossed your book towards the end of the bed and turned your entire attention to the man.
He groaned in response.
A sympathetic look appearing on your face that you knew he couldn’t see, you reached out and began to rub his back - a silent way of letting him know you were listening.
However, there was only silence, save for the occasional sigh, as his tense back relaxed into your welcomed touch.
“Arno? Arnoooo...” you cooed to him in a sing-song tone, trying to get his attention.
“What?”
“Do you want to talk about it?” you prompted in a gentle voice, undeterred by his grouchy response. Your hands smoothed over his back and down his sides to rub them, as well.
There was a soft moan in response to your touch, and he finally removed the pillow from his face. Putting it behind his head, he rolled onto his back to look at you. Almost immediately, you could see in his eyes how fatigued he was, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Talk to me, Arno. Tell me what’s on your mind,” you entreated. You lay down next to him, molding your body into his side, and rested your head upon his shoulder.
He glanced down at you and seeing you looking up at him, he took a deep breath. Leaning his head back on the pillow more, he stared up at the ceiling as he began to recount. “I was over in the Ile de la Cité district earlier. When I was passing by a spot, I heard some commotion...and my curiosity got the better of me, so I went inside to investigate...”
“Mmm-hmm? Go on...” you prompted, before giving his jaw a few encouraging, affectionate pecks. Your hand rested upon his chest.
“And there was this...this Police Minister...if you could call him that...he does nothing but sleep, apparently...” he added, his speech peppered with a few pauses as his body started reacting to your kisses. His arm wrapped around your waist and rested upon your back, mirroring your earlier action of tenderly rubbing it. “...and there also was some thief named Vidocq...”
“Yes...?” After a couple kisses to his neck, those lips of yours trailed up to his earlobe, where they soon attached themselves, nipping and sucking one of the spots you knew Arno liked best.
“And...and...” Closing his eyes, his voice hushed down to a deep, long sigh as his senses finally caught up with him. It was as if all the stress and frustration had left his body at that moment along with the sound.
“You were saying?” you prompted, wanting him to know you were still listening. But nevertheless, you couldn’t help stop the secret smile that appeared on your lips, pleased at his reaction.
His eyes flew open. “Hmm? Right...! Well, somehow they ended up enlisting me to solve some murders that had nearly turned cold. So, add that to my constantly-filling plate, I suppose,” he lamented.
“And you will soon clear that plate with ease, I’m sure of it,” you told him as you nuzzled his neck.
His hand now in your hair, he pulled back a little to look at you, a question in his eyes. “Do you really think so?” he asked softly, displaying the rare look of uncertainty he was always so good at masking with sarcasm or mirth.
You nodded a little, reflecting a look of love back into his eyes. “I do.”
After regarding you and your words for a moment or two, a small smile finally appeared on his lips as he took your encouragement to heart.
“Then, hang it,” he said. before unexpectedly rolling over on top of you to give you a full-on, proper kiss. “I’m not going to let some lazy Police Minister and a petty thief ruin my evening.” He tenderly stroked your cheek. “Not when I have better things to spend what little energy I have left on.”
“Wise decision, dear husband,” you praised, before pulling him in for another kiss.
“I do come up with those sometimes, you know,” he lightly quipped in return.
Seeing his normal, semi-sarcastic humor on the rebound, your heart lifted and your grin only grew. “A good heart and a wise mind, it’s no wonder why I love you.”
He lightly rested his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes. “And I, you,” came a husky murmur before he kissed you again. Something in his voice seemed to change the mood right then and there, and a tiny moan unexpectedly slipped from your mouth into his. (Though perhaps, feeling his hand slip under your petticoats and run up the outside of your leg could’ve also had something to do with it.)
“Thanks for listening,” he whispered between kisses. “I sometimes wonder what I’d do without you.”
“You’re welcome,” you replied simply, knowing no other words needed to be said. You merely wrapped your arms around his neck and shifted your body closer to his as your lips met again and again. You could feel his fervor increasing, but as welcome as it was after his previously somber mood, you needed air - so you reluctantly broke the kiss.
“By the way...speaking of filling one’s plate...supper should be ready soon...” you murmured, panting ever so slightly. Gazing up at him with a sweet look in your eyes, you combed your fingers through his ponytail, certain that information would please him. After all, you knew a good meal typically improved his mood after a long, tiring day. Do to his exhausting work, it seemed like there were times he could never properly enjoy one. Certain that he was probably aching as well, you made a mental note to consider suggesting a post-supper bath to him, as well.
Hearing your words, a hungry half-smirk appeared on his lips. Though, when he gently gripped your thigh and pressed it against his hip, your suspicions of just what exactly he was hungry for increased. They were soon confirmed when he purred, “As much as I’m glad to hear that, I think we may have a little time to spare for ourselves before then.”
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