The Definitive Guide to the Best Perfume for Men and Best Perfume for Women
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Conclusion
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[M] Chapter 10: "I'm so lucky to know you."
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Pairing: {Rafayel x Reader}
Rating: {Explicit} {Sexual Content}
Word Count: {2.4k words, 17.2k for entire work}
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"You seem sad." Rafayel says the moment he sees you. "I didn't watch the news last night, did I miss something important?"
"Two people died last night," you say as you hand him a cup of coffee. "Even more art deaths."
"Who was it?" he asks.
"Forrest Attar and one of his bodyguards." You take a small sip. "Work's been going crazy. I finally got access over the arson case because of it."
"Arson?" he asks while taking his own sip. "The Francis case?"
"Yup, that one. I'm almost certain now that they're connected, but no one knows how to prevent it outside of asking anyone involved in the art industry to be careful. I hate this. I don't want to wait until the next time someone dies just for a chance to catch this murderer."
Rafayel nods. "I was actually visited by Xavier recently."
Your heart beats faster, fear. "I'm on this case, why did he visit you? I didn't know about this."
He puts one of his hands up. "Relax, relax, it's fine. You know Xavier, he's not really a traditional sort of hunter."
"What did he do?" you ask, your grip on your cup just a little too tight.
"He just asked me some questions. Basically confirming everything you did. Relax, it's not like I'm the main suspect."
"Yet," you correct, "Rafayel, if we're not careful, you might end up as the main suspect. You're already suspicious as it is."
"You mean if," he corrects in turn. "And I might be suspicious, but I know nothing will come of it."
"Not unless…" you trail off, your thoughts spiraling.
"Unless what?" he asks, taking another sip.
"Unless you're being framed. I mean, it's too early to tell, but everything so far has pointed at you."
Rafayel laughs, "Are you saying I'm a red herring? What if I'm the actual killer?"
You burst out in laughter. "Yeah, right, you idiot. Let's not make those types of jokes, okay? If I was working right now, I'd have to report it and you'd be even more suspicious!"
He waves his hands around, swatting at the air like he's swatting away the suspicion. "Fine, fine."
"So, why are you here?" you ask, deciding to change the conversation. "I mean, I appreciate you being here, but I still don't know what the hell you put in my fridge."
Rafayel smiles as he puts the coffee down. "Don't worry, you'll like it."
He takes you back to the kitchen, and you watch as he pulls out stacks and stacks of fresh seafood. He places them on the kitchen countertop. He then pulls something out of the cabinet.
You look at all the ingredients. Salmon, tuna, crab, avocado, cucumbers. From the cabinet, he pulls out medium-grain rice and nori seaweed.
"You're making me sushi?"
"I know it doesn't really go with coffee," he says, tilting his head to the cups abandoned in the living room, "But I thought it'd help distract you."
"But… why?" you can't help but ask. Your friendship with Rafayel had been borderline romantic, but this was the first time he did something that could only be described as something a boyfriend would do. Ignoring the sex, of course.
He shrugs, "I'm so lucky to know you, and I wanted to show my appreciation."
So you watch him as he makes sushi for you. First he prepares the rice, and you spend the time waiting talking about a little bit of everything. Once the rice is prepared, he places down a mat of nori seaweed, and splays out the rice over it.
"Do you want salmon or tuna?" Rafayel asks before grabbing either one of the fish.
"I want everything."
He chuckles, "Alright, I'll prepare two batches."
He takes out another mat of nori seaweed, splaying out the remaining rice over it. He cuts the fish into long pieces and places them down on top of the rice. He does the same with pieces of avocado and cucumbers.
"This is so domestic," you can't help but say at some point as you munch on a cucumber slice.
"I try," he says with a smile. "For you."
He rolls up the sushi and cuts it down into the perfect size, before popping one in his mouth before you're able to grab one.
"Hey!" you say while taking one for yourself.
"I made it, you're just paying a tax," he jokes.
You two enjoy your sushi dinner, and when it's time to head for bed you two head to the bathroom.
"I brought a toothbrush," Rafayel says, grabbing it from his satchel.
You elbow his side. "Cutie."
"A cutie who's prepared!"
You brush your teeth next to each other, and Rafayel leaves his toothbrush next to yours. Your eyes linger on them, the almost intertwined toothbrushes, the growing closeness between you and Rafayel. Just a few weeks ago, you thought that you and Rafayel could never grow closer. That you've reached that point in friendship where you know everything about each other, where everything is perfect.
Things are different now. You can't help the bit of anxiety pumping your heart faster, but you also can't help the excitement. You want to know more about Rafayel as a romantic partner. You want to know how he is as a boyfriend, as a lover, as a good fuck.
With that final thought, you reach the bed and climb on top of him.
"I didn't make you sushi just to get laid," he says quickly, almost as a defense, surprised to have you over him.
"Relax, I wanted to have sex with you regardless," you say with a smile. You boop his nose. "Cutie."
"I brought condoms just in case."
You raise an eyebrow. "So you were planning on it."
He stammers, stumbling over what words to say, before a cute pout forms on his lips. "You're teasing."
"Yup, and it's working."
Rafayel goes to grab his wallet.
"Actually, I wanted to try without it."
He's stunned, a blush quickly growing.
"Without the condom," you take the wallet off his hand and place it back on the nightstand. "I'm on the pill."
"You got on the pill?" he means to say for me but he's too shy to make such a claim.
"I've been on the pill before we had sex, I always ask for a condom for the first time just in case. But now… I want to feel you."
Rafayel blushes even more. You can't help but feel his forming boner in between you.
He grabs your arm and flips you over before you realize it.
"Damn, you're a fast learner," you say as Rafayel takes off his shirt.
He helps you off your shirt, pulling a little too hard in his excitement. He shimmies your pants off, taking your underwear with it. Rafayel sits up, breath heavy, He unbuckles his pants before you put your hand over his.
"Fuck me like this," you say as your hand trails down until you're over his clothed boner.
He nods as he lowers his pants down a little, just enough to take out his dick. The air seems to make it throb. "Should I go down on you first?"
You shake your head. "I'm already wet."
Rafayel smirks. "Wet for me, baby?"
"For you," you say breathily. "Fuck me, please."
"With pleasure," he says as he lowers himself onto you.
His tip touches your pussy, gathering wetness across its head, reveling in the feeling. Slowly, he pushes past your lips, parting them until he's inside you.
You can't help but sigh at the feeling. It hadn't been that long since you two had sex for the first time, but your body seemed to crave Rafayel's. It seems Rafayel is having a similar experience, the mind-numbing pleasure causing him to close his eyes so he fully enjoy you. He savors the experience.
Rafayel opens his eyes and watches you carefully, smirking as his breath tickles your lips. Then he's kissing you as he delves forward. His length pierces further through you, so raw and distinct. You want to memorize the feeling of Rafayel inside of you, of his lips on yours.
He pulls his length back, and then slams back into you, his clothes jostling against you. He keeps going, fast against you, the sounds of sex echoing across the room. You moan against his kiss as he fucks into you.
His lips leave yours, and for a moment you miss it until his mouth is on your neck. He peppers you with kisses, soft and always so gentle, except he's drilling you down with his dick. You open up your legs further, accepting all he has to give, and he thrusts into you a little more rough to show his appreciation. The feeling of his pants would've been a bit uncomfortable, if it didn't add to the experience.
Then he slows down, and you're about to complain until he suddenly crashes back into you, a sudden moan escaping your lips. You hear something that vaguely sounds like a laugh, but you're too overwhelmed to notice it. Rafayel begins fucking you like an animal, a wild need to breed you.
"You feel so good," he whispers against your neck. "So good for me."
Rafayel smashes into you, forcing his dick deeper and deeper. It hurts a little, but it feels so damn good, so you grab at his back and whine as he fucks you good.
The collision between your bodies is absolutely lovely, and you realize then that your orgasm is fast approaching.
"Rafayel-" you try to warn, but he just fucks you harder, and your own moan drowns out your voice.
He says your name and it sounds so sweet.
You try to speak up again, to warn, but he screws himself into you impossibly further. He repeats your name, chanting it like a prayer.
"So good," he mumbles and it tickles your skin. "So fucking good."
You quiver against him as your orgasm approaches, and he whimpers against your neck.
Rafayel speeds up for the last time. He keeps going, again and again, and you hear him groan against you as you clench around his length.
You come, tightening around him, and Rafayel fucking moans at the feeling as you accidentally rake your nails across his back. He pumps you a few more times, shaking, before he comes inside of you. You feel his seed splash against your walls, his heat invading you, and it's almost enough to make you come again.
You feel so full, taking him in so good. He fucks you so good, you feel like he's sated your heat. So stuck in the moment, you wish to have him be yours forever, tied to you with an invisible string.
Rafayel does a few more pumps, feeling the end of his orgasm, and falls down on top of you. He pants against your chest, the exhaustion evident.
"That was fucking amazing," you can't help but curse.
"It was pretty damn good for me too," he says as he lifts his head up, a small smirk on his lips.
The sweat makes his hair cling to his face, and you can't help but kiss his forehead despite it. "You're lovely."
Rafayel starts to pull out, his member softening up, but the feeling of moving against his own come makes him falter.
"Do you want to go again?" you ask with a cheeky smile.
A smile spreads on his lips. "Fuck yeah."
You half-expected him to go faster this time, that the feeling of his own spilled seed would rouse him up, but he doesn't. He enjoys the feeling, that much is clear, but he makes love to you this time. Soft and gentle, adoring.
Rafayel has become much more confident since the first time you two had sex, and it makes for a more pleasurable experience. It doesn't feel like just sex, it feels like another way for him to communicate how much affection he holds for you. It was never just about pleasure, but it's never been more clear than now.
He slides into you in a gentle rhythm, feeling the flow of your mixed juices coat his length. You clench around him, clinging on his dick, and you two settle into love.
Rafayel kisses you, his hand coming up to caress your face and bring a lock of hair behind your ear. He pulls back only slightly. "You're beautiful," he whispers, and you can't help it when your heart beats a little faster.
You smile against his lips and kiss him again. For now, there is nothing but your bodies together, a pleasant back and forth, and you feel so loved.
"Take me, Rafayel," you whisper. "I'm yours."
He smiles and you feel it on your lips.
His smile hesitates, and then it falls.
He slows down until he stops.
"Rafayel?" you speak up. "Is something wrong?"
He buries his face in the crook of your neck. "What if I change?"
"Raf?"
He falls out of you, shifting to your side, his hands in his head. "What if I change?" he repeats. "What if you don't like who I become?"
You press a kiss to his cheek. "Then I'll just change with you."
"Think about it, _____. You're not thinking about it."
You take one hand off his face and trace a gentle circle on the back. "I am thinking about it. You're my best friend, Rafayel. I'm with you forever, so get used to it."
He lowers his other hand off his face and sees you. You look at him, at the shimmering tears clinging to his eyelashes.
"I love you," you say, and it makes his eyes widen. "No matter who you become, I'll still love you."
Rafayel hugs you.
Unbeknownst to you, he's still stuck in his thoughts. Change. He hasn't changed. The cruel part of him is there, has been there for a long time, enough for him to finally decide to kill. Will you still love him if you knew of all the blood on his hands? Of how long he's tried to avoid it before deteriorating to this desire?
Would you ask him to stop and try to wash it away? Or would you accept this part of him, his duty as an executioner, and help him go after all the sinners?
He doesn't know.
Rafayel hugs you tightly.
He doesn't want you to leave. He'd do anything to keep you.
END OF CHAPTER 10
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As if in answer to her prayer, she heard the knights' voices rising behind her, carrying their own prayers to the great and ancient god, Paladine.
Return this man to Huma's breast:
Let him be lost in sunlight,
In the chorus of air where breath is translated;
At the sky's border receive him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Grant to him a warrior's rest.
Above our singing, above song itself,
May the ages of peace converge in a day,
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.
And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above the words and the borrowed land too loved
As we recount the ages.
Free from the smothering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Upon the torches of the stars
Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle;
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the war's ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling;
From the lodging of mind upon nothing, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant to him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars
Upon the torches of the stars.
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.
"DragonLance Chronicles: Dragons of Winter Night" - Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
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