hi i was gonna go to sleep but i also really wanted to write kite rare vivian vulnerability
Vivian had always been such a sensitive thing, and especially now—her eyes shut tight, frustrated breaths puffing out as she tried to remain composed (it clearly wasn't working)—as Eichi hovered above her, admiring the marks he had sucked onto her neck, the bites that littered her collarbone.
"You really are so radiant," His voice was overflowing with love all for her, and as he lowered his head to soothe the marks with gentle kisses, he pleaded, "Let me spoil you even more, please."
Her hands flew up to push at his head, albeit half-heartedly. She wanted to complain, to huff and grumble at him, yet nothing could make its way out of her throat.
"Vivian—my Vivian." Smiling against her skin, Eichi inched his fingers underneath her shirt, skimming along her stomach with light touches. Her name felt pleasant on his tongue, and saying his Vivian—that felt even better. She had said she was his before after all, hadn't she?
She was so, so warm. He couldn't help but crave even more.
"I'm going to go even higher," Eichi kept his voice low, feeling how goosebumps grew underneath the tips of his fingers. "May I?"
He couldn't help but want to devour her sometimes, her sweet reactions so deliciously addicting. Eichi was always certain his heart would stop during these moments—moments where Vivian so sweetly begged for his attention just to feign disliking it.
It took a few moments of silence, Eichi layering on gentle kisses along her neck, and he could feel her swallow thickly before she forced out in her shaking voice, "I... I guess."
"You guess?" Eichi hummed against her neck, letting his palm rest flat against her stomach. "You don't sound so certain." The poor thing was already teetering on being overwhelmed, and Eichi supposed he got a little overenthusiastic in sharing his affection.
"No, I..." Vivian trailed off, and the tears brimming her eyes—were they from her being overwhelmed? Perhaps frustration? Maybe it was a mix of both—and maybe that had been right, because slowly she brought her hands up to rest against his shoulders instead of staying planted firmly on his silk sheets.
"You really do like me, right?" She refused to meet his eyes as she asked that, and Eichi felt his heart squeeze.
"Of course I do, my love," He gingerly scraped his nails along her stomach, and he wished he could dip his hands inside of her—to grab hold of her heart and whisper all of his praise right to it, to watch it shiver and shake as he worshipped it.
But even with the lightest of touches, it was still such a fragile thing.
"I'd give up my life for you." It felt like a flimsy promise—at the very least, to him it did. His own life was such an uncertain one, and offering such a short-lived thing couldn't possibly be enough.
Vivian stayed silent, brows drawn together as she frowned. Perhaps she wasn't pleased with that. He wanted to plead with her once more—funny, how a thing he despised doing came so naturally with her—but when her eyes met his momentarily, his heart stuttered painfully in his chest.
"I..." Her words faltered, her voice still weak. "Eichi. I don't want your life."
Ah. For some reason, those words stung. He had expected such a thing, and yet—
"You... you do know what my name means, right? You know why I chose it, right?" Vivian's voice was getting quieter, only loud enough for him to hear—an admittance for him alone. "It means life, so..."
"Oh, my Vivian," Wrapping her in his arms, perhaps a little too roughly from the whine she let out, he held her tight against him, lips grazing hers. Eichi was at a loss for what to say, her words leaving his mind spinning—but it wasn't a particularly bad feeling, this realization making his head feel as if it was stuffed full of cotton.
"Let me give my life to you instead, okay?" Tightly she clung to him, shaking in his arms as her breath ghosted over his ear. "You have to live as long as me, okay? Otherwise I'll never, ever forgive you."
Vivian, his Vivian—she's already been living for him, and it would be selfish of Eichi to ask for even more.
"I promise." Thankfully, he wasn't known for being anything but. "We'll be together forever, Vivian." Such words felt childish coming from his mouth, something much more suited to be coming from Vivian herself—they sounded much more endearing coming from her sweet voice instead, after all.
Perhaps he was already holding her heart in his hands? Or he already housed it on his chest, shoved tight against his by her own hands—and Eichi couldn't help but wonder if he had just witnessed it. Her own heart, warming his chest and spreading that familiar joy that she always seemed to carry.
He wanted to hold it close forever.
