#lalikxmara

[howl-of-the-blood]

DANCE - OC KISS WEEK 23

I'm most likely not finishing this in time lol.

Pairing: Lalik x Mara [@stormbrightwriter]

Warnings: Smutty near the end

WC: 1193

With her fingers combing through the chestnut strands, Mara kept an eye on a little box hidden behind the door. Completely pointless, she reminded herself. Their room was a huge mess that could be considered a maze, battlefield and a treasure cove at the same time. On a list of Lalik’s priorities, tidiness was among the bottom three.

“What would you like?”, she asked him.

“You know me. The classic. My look. My signature style.”

Mara rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. How about a cornrow?”

“Wouldn't that take too much time?”

“Well,” Mara took a comb and separated the hair. “A double French braid would suffice. And we wouldn’t be late.”

“If it’s not too much of a bother.”

Lalik sat on the floor, perfectly calm, like a good boy they are. They were playing with a little cubic toy, constantly shifting and moving their shoulders. Mara slapped them several times to stop wiggling, but it was useless. Lalik solved the toy’s riddle many times, she noticed. In the meanwhile, she was telling him about her day at work, focused on her fingers gliding through their silky hair.

A gentle thought slowed down her fingers. I could do this for hours. 

Lalik was sitting on the floor and Mara placed herself on an old footstool. Among all that chaos that was Lalik’s room, traffic noises from the outside, semi-musical screeching of a tortured violin next door, there was peace. Covered in the dim light of a table lamp behind Mara’s shoulder, there were two of them, all dressed up, ready to hit the club. 

She was done. “Turn around, baby.”

Lalik did, with his big blue eyes practically glowing in curiosity. “And? How do I look?”

“As pretty as a peach. Take a look, sillyhead.”

Lalik jumped to their feet and checked themself out in the mirror. Two tidy long braids went down their back.

“Absolutely perfect!” 

They turned around. “You are awesome,” they exclaimed, leaning down to plant a small peck on Mara’s cheek. A friendly kiss ended, but she wasn’t satisfied; braiding such long hair takes time. She frowned and Lalik immediately looked worried. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. You will need to do something more to make it up to me.”

“I didn’t ask you to do it in the first pla—”

Mara placed a finger on their lips. “Shhhhhh. I have a gift for you.”

“O gif?” Words came out mumbled on both sides of Mara’s index finger.

With a sly smile, she nodded and took Lalik’s hand in her. Suspicious blue eyes were staring at her.

They are so tall but they look so much shorter than me. “Don’t worry, it’s not a prank. I’m not you. But… you need to do one thing for me.”

Lalik’s free hand went behind their head, cheeks blushing slightly. “O-oh, of course. Anything you like. You just need to ask.”

This silly boy. How do I always end up with guys like these? “I need you to dance that silly dance you saw on TikTok.” Not that I don’t enjoy them.

There was an amusing shift on Lalik’s face. Slight disappointment wrinkled their lips. They were expecting something entirely else. Mara almost giggled.

“Again?” they complained. “My thighs are hurting me.”

“Then there’s no gift for you.”

The next moment, with a popular melody in the air, Lalik was dancing, jumping, twirling like a ballerina, imitating the ridiculous dance she had seen once or twice. Laughter broke out of her. It was such a pure, almost childish feeling that filled her chest with glee. 

A gentle hand took hers. “Dance with me, Mara!”

She accepted, of course. How could she say no to a dance? Immediately her foot gets caught in a belt that was lying on the floor. She stumbled, losing her balance, but Lalik catched her. 

Such a cringe situation, really. She tripped, like a damsel in distress, and they caught her like a charming prince. Music was a whirlwind around them, upbeat and loud, silencing any other sounds their bodies might be making. 

And they are blushing again. With that pretty face and braids in their hair, they almost look like a teenager. A very tall one. A very awkward one.

“Can I get my gift now?” Lalik was hardly blinking, holding Mara’s hands in theirs almost painfully tight.

Mara smiled, briefly. “Of course. Don’t move”

As soon as she went to the other side of the room, Lalik bit their fist, screaming silently. They straightened their back when the sound of Mara’s slippers came closer again. In her beautiful hands there was a small box. The wrapping paper was simple and blue. Sorry I’m late ^^’, was written on a pink sticky note, glued on top. Lalik ripped the paper. Inside was a Galadriel funko pop.

“And?” Mara was shaking her head, expecting their reaction.

Lalik didn’t say anything for a solid minute. “You remembered? That I was missing only her.”

“You sillyhead! Of course I did. You told me tha—”

“Can I kiss you?” Lalik’s cheeks were quickly losing colour from warm pink to pale green to bone white. “I mean… What would Cal say? I mean what do you say, because I know Cal is fine with it, but I mean… I’m not sure but—” 

Luckily, Mara grew impatient. She grabbed their braids and pulled them down. Lalik gasped in surprise, but quickly lost their breath when Mara pressed her lips on theirs. Her palms slid to Lalik’s neck and jaw pulling them even closer. They moaned into her mouth, which was still innocently barely opened, but already sweetly moist.

Lalik’s body melted like a candle, enveloping Mara. They hugged her tightly, wishing they had more arms to do it. To hold all of her, forever. It was so nice to hug her. And her lips… her lips were…

They bit her lower lip, maybe a bit too hard. They were unable to control themself when her lips were so soft. Lalik licked them - so delicious! And Mara smiled, breaking the kiss.

“Cal will be fine with this. But right now we’re gonna be late for the party and they are expecting us.” Mara started checking herself in the mirror, fixing her red hair.

“Ah, right...” Lalik frowned, slightly dazed. “You know, I can slow down the time.”

Mara looked at them and a smirk tugged the corner of her lips.

“Oh? And why would you do that?”

Lalik’s voice changed, grew, hardened. “To kiss you again.” Lalik took one step closer. “And again.” And another. “And again.” And another. “And again. Until… Until…”

Lalik was in front of her and this time really tall. Even though they couldn't finish their sentence, they appeared more determined, focused. Mara placed her hands on her hips, eying the pretty boy in front of her from top to bottom, noticing their pants making a familiar shape on their crotch. Mara’s glossy dark lips pouted and a dangerous shadow fell over her eyes.

“Oh, sillyhead, let me help you.” She placed her hand on their shaft pushed helplessly almost all the way up to their navel. “Until I say it's enough.”