His arms were folded comfortably behind his head, emphasizing the bulge of his biceps and the sweet expanse of his bronzed chest. Nil was stretched out on the bed wearing only his silk trousers. She bit her lip and turned away from him, then slowly arranged her weapons neatly against the wall as she stalled for time.įinally, when her cheeks had cooled to a normal temperature, she turned back towards the bed, and another wave of desire pooled between her legs. Nil removing his clothes had always meant ecstasy for her, but now that he was forbidden fruit, it was nothing but torture. Immediately Nil kicked off his sandals and removed his weapons, then pulled off his vest.Īloy flushed as an instinctive roar of lust ripped through her body. Besides, you wouldn’t dare impose on them, would you?” He smirked as he tugged her into the room.Īloy muttered resentfully to herself but allowed Nil to pull her inside and close the door behind them. Aloy turned to the innkeeper to sort out the confusion, but Nil took her arm. The Utaru governor left Aloy and Nil in the care of the innkeeper with a promise to meet them in the morning, and the innkeeper led Aloy and Nil to their room.Ĭlearly Ilya had gotten the impression that they were a couple. This excerpt is from Chapter 8 of Shadow of the Stormbird, my fic where Aloy and Nil are (temporarily!) broken up, but off on a mission together. aloy/nil aloy x nil nil horizon zero dawn hzd fanfic nil hzd pikapeppa writes Red, he thinks, as she tangles her fingers in his hair. Everything about her is red: the lustful press of her hips, the entreating tilt of her chin as she begs wordlessly for his kiss, the insistence of her words as she whispers her adoration against his ear… It’s all he sees, it’s all he feels, it fills him up completely. He doesn’t need her to say anything he can see it painted across her face, scribed more clearly than a book of glyphs, but she says it anyway. She strokes his face gently, and he’s captivated by the weight of her gaze. Her forest-green eyes are shining, reflecting the heavy leaves of the jungle around them. Her eyebrows tilt upwards and she bites her lip. “It’s never stopped,” Nil whispers against her ear. He pauses to take a breath, but instead he breathes her in, pressing his nose to her cheek, inhaling the fragrant life that rolls from her skin. You make it feel like the blood is boiling in my veins. “My skin is blistering under the heat of your touch. He cups her cheek and smoothes his thumb tenderly over her cheekbone. She’s panting heavily as she stares at him. Everything about her is red: her tongue as it tangles with his, the tender marks on her neck that his teeth leave behind… Nil fancies he can practically see the hue of her passion seeping from her skin, and he knows, he knows without a doubt, that there’s no other colour in the world that matters. Suddenly her hands are gripping his neck, her leg is around his waist, he’s lifting her up and cupping her bottom, she gasps as the roughness of the treebark scrapes her skin. He slides his hand over her waist and pulls her close, savouring the heat of her bare midriff against his. He presses her back against a tree and she presses her nails into the skin of his back, pulling him flush to the inviting heat of her body. Slowly he tugs her head back, and her lips part on a gasp of excitement, a delicious little gasp that Nil is only too happy to savour with the tip of his tongue. Everything about her is red: her scarlet lips, her flushed cheeks, the flames of her hair… Nil had always loved the sanguine colour, but now as he wraps his fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, he realizes he is obsessed with it. Their tender plumpness is suffused with the crimson flush of her desire, and he pulls away from their endless temptation for a moment to stare at her face. Her callused fingers slide around his waist and up his back to grip his vest, but Nil barely feels it. Her lips are parted for him already, and he captures them without hesitation. His thumbs stroke the fine lines of her jaw. I’m like a crackhead who needs a hit of Niloy when I’m writing something that’s not Niloy, so here is a very short romantic drabble.
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