#a little comedy to balance out the angst for y'all this morning

[zenkindoflove]

Elucien, #19 - for luck? Thanks!

19...for luck

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“You can.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know.”

Elain shook her head, “You have too much faith in my abilities.”

Lucien smiled as he placed a kiss on her neck. “That’s because I know you can do it.”

Elain sighed in disgust, “But it’s going to be… wet.”

“Yeah, it is,” Lucien grunted as Elain elbowed him in his ribs.

“You can’t make jokes like that when I’m bent over.”

“I think that’s the perfect time,” Lucien stroked his hands up her waist. Elain backed into him, wiggling just enough to entice him before pulling forward again.

“Focus, Lucien.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Lucien bent over her, aligning their bodies. He hung his arms low beside hers, guiding her hands. “Okay, remember what I told you. Don’t overthink it. You just need to relax your body. If you tense, it won’t work.”

“I’m too nervous not to tense.”

He squeezed her hip in encouragement.

“Maybe a kiss first? For luck?” Elain looked over her shoulder, batting her long eyelashes at him.

“Anything for you, doll,” Lucien leaned forward, lifting one of his hands to tilt her face so he had better access. He kissed her sweetly at first, a short peck, but then he leaned forward, heat building low in his groin as he was drawn into her spell. He captured her mouth in a more sensual hold, his other hand running up her side to cup her breast, unable to resist her.

Elain tore away from him with a lovely, reprimanding smile on her face, “Enough of that. We can celebrate later if this works.”

Elain inhaled a deep, stilling breath. She squatted down, assuming the position with Lucien right behind her. She relaxed all of her muscles, opening her body to acceptance, ready to feel the new sensation that had made her quiver in fear and curiosity.

She felt it, just a little poke at first. Then a wriggle. Then, its whole long body was there, right between her hands. She snatched quickly, ripping the fish out of the water, wriggling and thrashing between her hands.

“I did it!” She screeched. She suddenly remembered exactly what she held, as the slimy texture registered in her mind. Her fingers loosened just enough that the fish jumped right out of her hands. Lucien dove for it, catching it before it crashed back into the river. He landed on his back, his head dunking under the water, keeping his arms extended above as he held out the fish.

“Oh no!” Elain gasped. “Lucien! I’m so sorry. I… I had it! I swear.”

Lucien spat water out of his mouth as he sat up, completely drenched. The fish gulped and wriggled between his strong hands.

“It still counts, right?” Elain asked sheepishly.

“Oh, it counts,” Lucien smiled, his white teeth glittering, as he stood up from the river. He waded over to the edge to deposit the fish with the others. “You caught it on your own and that’s what matters.”

Elain hopped in triumph, the water around her shins splashing as she kicked her feet, “I’m eating that one. I caught it, so I earned it.”

Lucien quickly snatched her into his arms and Elain squealed as he dripped water all over her.

“And I caught this one,” he announced with a wicked grin, throwing Elain over his shoulder and making a beeline for their camp.

Kiss prompts.