Aloy/Nil: A Kiss

I’m like a crackhead who needs a hit of Niloy when I’m writing something that’s not Niloy, so here is a very short romantic drabble. Also on AO3. 

His hands cradle her neck. His thumbs stroke the fine lines of her jaw. Her lips are parted for him already, and he captures them without hesitation.

Her callused fingers slide around his waist and up his back to grip his vest, but Nil barely feels it. He’s too intent on her lips. Their tender plumpness is suffused with the crimson flush of her desire, and he pulls away from their endless temptation for a moment to stare at her face.

Red. Everything about her is red: her scarlet lips, her flushed cheeks, the flames of her hair… Nil had always loved the sanguine colour, but now as he wraps his fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, he realizes he is obsessed with it.

Slowly he tugs her head back, and her lips part on a gasp of excitement, a delicious little gasp that Nil is only too happy to savour with the tip of his tongue.

He presses her back against a tree and she presses her nails into the skin of his back, pulling him flush to the inviting heat of her body. He slides his hand over her waist and pulls her close, savouring the heat of her bare midriff against his. Suddenly her hands are gripping his neck, her leg is around his waist, he’s lifting her up and cupping her bottom, she gasps as the roughness of the treebark scrapes her skin-

Red. Everything about her is red: her tongue as it tangles with his, the tender marks on her neck that his teeth leave behind… Nil fancies he can practically see the hue of her passion seeping from her skin, and he knows, he knows without a doubt, that there’s no other colour in the world that matters.  

He breaks abruptly from her lips. “Suntress,” he gasps.

She’s panting heavily as she stares at him. He cups her cheek and smoothes his thumb tenderly over her cheekbone. “You’re a firestorm,” he breathes. “My skin is blistering under the heat of your touch. You make it feel like the blood is boiling in my veins. I never want it to stop.”

He pauses to take a breath, but instead he breathes her in, pressing his nose to her cheek, inhaling the fragrant life that rolls from her skin.

“It’s never stopped,” Nil whispers against her ear. “I’ll never let it stop.”

Her eyebrows tilt upwards and she bites her lip. Her forest-green eyes are shining, reflecting the heavy leaves of the jungle around them. She strokes his face gently, and he’s captivated by the weight of her gaze. He doesn’t need her to say anything; he can see it painted across her face, scribed more clearly than a book of glyphs, but she says it anyway.

“I love you too,” she breathes.

Red. Everything about her is red: the lustful press of her hips, the entreating tilt of her chin as she begs wordlessly for his kiss, the insistence of her words as she whispers her adoration against his ear… It’s all he sees, it’s all he feels, it fills him up completely.

Red, he thinks, as she tangles her fingers in his hair. It’s all he’ll ever need.