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My queen!
For the Snapshots of Spring, may I please request Silvio with number 8, fluff? ❤️❤️❤️
A/N: Here you are @ikemen-writer 💜
Silvio x f! reader
A part of the Spring Flowers Spring Showers CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself!
WC: 913
Curled up in a soft, white leather armchair, you sigh happily as you turn the page of one of the books you have discovered in the royal library here in Benitoite. So many books you've never read, so many worlds to discover. And when you raise your gaze, you’re greeted by a sight that remains simply breathtaking: the wide, alabaster expanse of the palace terrace, the bright blue of the twin pools, and further on, the darker navy of the white-capped ocean, eternally waving to you in greeting.
And then you notice something else. The small dark dots breaking out across the white stone of the terrace, the tiny drops of water plucking at the surface of the pools. Somewhere over the course of several chapters, the cornflower blue sky with its peppering of white clouds has darkened to a pale sheet of slate gray. It’s started sprinkling and instead of your heart sinking beneath the rainfall, it’s buoyed, lifting your lips in a smile bright as sunshine. Your book is abandoned as you jump up from the plush armchair.
“Signora.” Silvio’s attendant Carlo suddenly looks concerned as you head toward the wide double doors that lead outside. “Where are you going? His Highness should be back from his meeting any moment.”
You look over your shoulder, still smiling. “I’ve read that the rain in Benitoite is warm. I’ve been looking forward to finding out if it’s true!” Before he can stop you, you slide open the doors and excitedly step outside, into the now steadily-falling rain. A gasp escapes you at the soft feel of the water kissing your skin, dropping and sinking into the cotton of your dress, soaking into the strands of your hair. It isn’t warm exactly, but it certainly feels better than the cold rain that falls across Rhodolite, the kind that nips at your skin with sharp, chilled teeth. You’re so enchanted that you don’t hear the commotion from inside, the shouting delivered in the rapid-fire native language of the land you are currently so admiring. It’s only a few minutes later when you hear your name bellowed like a blast of hot air by an angry prince as he stalks toward you through the rain bearing an oversized, cotton towel.
“Are you fucking stupid? What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Silvio looks like a big, wet, angry feline as he approaches you, all coiled energy and springy steps, his cheeks high with color. He throws the now damp towel over your head. “You could get sick! Anyone with half a brain knows not to go walkin’ ‘round in the goddamn rain!”
You yank the towel off your head, unknowingly musing your hair in a way that looks so artfully disheveled, so complimentary to the face he has grown so unexpectedly fond of. The blush of pink across his cheeks brightens unwillingly.
Ignoring his admonishments, you throw your arms out, tipping your face upwards as the towel falls from your fingers, sad in its sodden uselessness.
“It feels so good!”
His jaw clenches. The woman standing before him, the one stretching herself wide as if embracing the rain and sky, is unaware of how her clothing is now coquettishly clinging to all her soft lines and rounded curves, maddeningly transparent in places, and triggering a wash of heat across his body so overwhelming, he’s surprised the rain doesn’t just evaporate upon touching his skin.
Flustered, he reaches out to take your hand, pulling you toward him with the intention of dragging you back inside. But one touch is all it takes for you to look back to him, through the veil of rain, and recognize the look in his eyes, the blue of the hidden sky, burning with twin meteors of frustration and desire.
“So fucking stupid,” he rasps, the words barely managing to slink past his lips, his throat tight and tangled with emotion because you….Dio, you’re smiling at him, turning the tables as you tighten your grip on his hand, the one he originally grabbed, and pull this beautiful, rain-drenched thornbush of a prince towards you. And then you’re pressing your body, that body that looks like a marbled museum centerpiece, against him, proving you are indeed flesh and blood and heat. Your hands slide over the sharp planes of his cheeks, holding him as you press your lips to his, your mouth alive and eager. He tastes like rainwater and decadence. The tang of the ocean, the richness of expensive chocolate. His hands slide over you, around you, ringed fingers curling possessively into the softness of your hips as he answers your esurient kisses.
You hear the sound that escapes you even over the soft drumbeat of rain, the sensuality of a sigh wrapped in lambent desire, skirting the edge of a wanton moan. And you feel the way he smiles, the cocky curve of his lips still pressed against yours.
“Guess this feels good too, huh?”
You want to throw him headfirst into the ocean.
You want to throw him straight down onto the terrace and ravish him.
You settle for pulling away, blinking against the soft kisses of rain, the caresses it leaves on your skin as the drops slide down your flushed face, your sensitive neck.
“Maybe you're right." Your voice is glowing with how much you want him. "It’d be better if we went inside. And you warmed me up.”
His eyes flash, brighter than lightning, a wolf's hungry, gleaming gaze in the gray of a misty wood.
It's your turn to smile.
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