#semi canon because it's what they'd do but isn't part of the main story... for now

[odysseywritings]

Love and Life Before The End

( @sunday-romance​ )

#sundayheat (not overtly explicit and more intimate, but it’s definitely naughty)

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The explorer duo Haven and Lomana rested up from another scuffle with creatures from another dimension. These uncanny mockeries of humans with their unnerving true forms gave them trouble, but squads of 5 or more were tolerable with their experience. Their armor gave their powers an added shield in skirmishes, and removing it showed their exposed arms and faces covered in scars with various signs of healing. The pair rested in their usual secluded spot away from civilization in the one grassy area untouched by invaders.

Haven’s rough hands gently grasped Lomana’s arm as he looked at the damage. He smiled that no major harm was done, but he also felt comforted when touching her, grounding him from nervous shocks after battle. Lomana grinned from his protective nature and brushed her coiled hair back reflexively. The routine healing shaken up by the news after their ordeal.

Portals erupted over the north spilling out beings with only slaughter and looting in their minds. Haven and Lomana met and fought them countless times, but evidence told these were an army that possessed a calculated sense of subjugation. Crafty thinking and scrappy teamwork alone won’t cut it, and their home was next.

Haven rested his body beside a tree as his blue eyes reflected back at the distant sky. Lomana’s brown eyes darted around the earth as she paced around the tree. Haven hated seeing his partner’s usual stable nature rocked by the uncertainty. He wish he was better with words, but his gut compelled him anyway.

“Lo,” he said, rising to her. “What’re you thinking?”

She sighed with wide eyes and looked down. “What aren’t I thinking?! That our intrepid behavior makes us a target? That we might not have enough to aid us?!” She turned away with fingers pressing against her head. “What if this our last day?”

“You can’t know that. We’ve gotten through so much. If this was back in the day, I might believe that. But look at us now! We’ve got a better handle on our powers, we work better together, we got friends!”

“But is it enough against organized marauders who know us? About this place? It’s too much for me right now, Haven...”

Words escaped him, and he sank at seeing Lomana despair. His impulsive mind struggled with politeness, and nature took over as he walked up to her and kneeled. Lomana blinked in confusion as he hugged her legs and pressed his head against them. He said nothing, but this security and adoration urged her to rub his light-orange locks.

“I can’t say anything that will calm you,” he admitted. “But no universe will stop my devotion to you. Today, tomorrow, whenever. I promise.”

She lowered herself and held his face, feeling soft freckled skin and coarse hair, pressing her lips to his. Magnetized by each other in timeless bliss, all worries were invisible in this connection. Haven’s hunger satiated with countless kisses peppered across her neck and chest as they unraveled their top clothing.

The outside breeze and warm sun tempered their bodies from heat or chills. Skin showed more as their guard lowered and Haven held and kissed Lomana, vulnerability becoming powerful as they caressed and kissed in naked honesty.

Haven was enamored by Lomana, and her physique was no different. Her chest, abdomen, legs were felt and kissed that filled his starving heart. They swam in a sea of ecstasy, the threats of the future distant as stars. His warm, soft body and cool, wet lips had her relaxed and shivering. The further down he went, he heard breathy moans as her toes curled.

Lomana’s mind now eased, she shot her own hungry grin and paused patiently before pouncing Haven. She wrestled on top of him with shared laughter as her nails sank into his flesh. The levity cooled as they noticed their scars closely, individual and shared suffering shown as pale and red slashes. A reminder of what to expect, and the reason for this bond. The stillness lifted once Haven wiggled his brows and made a sassy pout, causing Lomana to giggle and get back to reality.

Reserving her energy, Lomana asserted herself and locked with Haven’s body. Rocking him gently and slowly, she rolled her eyes in pleasure before staying in control. Their movements sped as daylight bled into orange sunset, needing heat to replace the fallen sun. Lomana made love bites across his skin, a hunger that gave him scars he was proud to earn from another’s intensity. Their bodies felt electricity of pleasure and warmth of intimacy, gripping each other in a dance of life.

Their endurance matched only by affection, their bodies shook and cradled from stimulation overwhelming them. Sounds of passion and softness exited them as they hit a climax, shivering and cooing from physical and emotional release. Both breathed heavily and neither wanted to leave, only wanting to kiss and embrace. The sunset’s yellowing light dimmed and they stared at the horizon.

They knew what will happen, and they were certain survival was not guaranteed even with their combined power. Their eyes met and knew there wouldn’t be piercing regrets to weigh down their spirits.

Haven asked bluntly,“Still have bad thoughts?”

“Yeah,” she replied with equal honesty. “But it’s clearer now. I can breathe again.”

“Lo, you both know neither of us are breathing well right now.”

“Oh, hush you.” Lomana crinkled her nose as Haven made a cheeky smile. “I’m glad we both have stamina. We’ll definitely need it.”

“We’ll give ‘em hell, don’t worry.” He paused and looked at her again, touching her face and hair. “I’m glad you exist. I’m glad that I lived long enough to see someone like you. The universe brought us together, but it can’t break us apart that easily.”

Lomana grinned warmly. “Nor any other universe.” Her shoulders shivered from a different source as night breeze crept in. “But we should put our clothes on.”

“Shoot, it’s getting dark already. Wish you didn’t wear your black, goth stuff.”

She scoffed. “Alright Mr Grunge, I know for a fact you love it. Just help me, dingus.”

The couple scoured for clothes, all the while throwing them at each other in laughing fits. They continued bantering as they trekked to their base, holding hands and winding down their energy. The future was perilous, and it would be violent and scarring like the rest of their lives. But their wisdom and union made everything possible. They experienced a testament of intimacy, and life would be well lived despite the outcome.