Naoya finds himself unable to sleep after their bath despite feeling the comfort of Elska nestled up next to him. While shifting himself to sit up in the bed he notices how Elska unconsciously adjusts around his new position before laying her head along his lower abdomen. All of this should paint a picture of perfection.
Unfortunately though, Naoya's being subjugated by his own anxiety as he watches her peacefully sleep. Lies are not something he wants to start this relationship off with but how does he explain his full plan to her? The pressure confines him as he claims to care about Elska but also has ruthless secrets of his own.
How the hell does he tell Elska that he needs Getou alive in order to help him deal with Gojo?
Naoya sighs.
The strategy was always to bring the Zenin clan back as leaders and Elska's been engraved into this for years now, way before they ever actually met. Naoya's only focus then was to fulfill what he was taught to be his destiny; to rule all he knew. He received the Zenin ancient technique along with a couple of the traditionally inherited ones but his family kept this all a secret from officials out fear of Gojo clan retribution.
The Zenin wanted to at least strengthen Naoya; let him grow older, stronger, more resilient…things that would be necessary if he were to ever stand a chance against Satoru. It was not thought to be below Gojo to nonchalantly kill a possible threat back then, child or not. The silver shaman was truly something else.
The Zenin ancient technique is the manipulation of scalar warfare via the heightened awareness and connection to scalar energy waves. This energy naturally exists amongst us but it travels completely differently along the Earth's surface than sound or visible light; much faster too.
Naoya can summon great amounts of energy and direct it to a coordinated location from any distance and with complete accuracy; he just needs to learn how to dissolve it. Its a destructive technique. One that could influence the tides of war and with its force traveling faster than the speed of light its an almost guaranteed win even if you don't factor in how devastating the impact is.
Many generations have passed without a true Zenin heir until Naoya came along and this is partially why the Gojo clan was able to usurp their societal throne. Without Naoya's father, Naobito, the Zenin may have fallen farther than even that but through abysmal conditioning and good relations with the Elders, his relatives have remained where they are as number two. They've paved the way for Naoya but no pressure of course.
His capabilities are yet another matter that he wishes to discuss with Choso but now Naoya's thoughts travel to outcome alternatives without any additional input. His left eye twitches when he changes gear to stew on the Titer presence earlier.
His left hand finds itself wrapping around Elska's shoulder as she silently dreams, his fingers fumbling with the loose cut off sleeves on the shirt Choso let her borrow.
'I really should have remembered clothes...'
He looks down and lightly brushes his hand along her shoulder blade and back, sighing to her supremacy.
"You really messed my entire world up, little minx…"
Naoya whispers it with a smile though, comprehending that he's more than elated for it.
But in his honest opinion it would still better to get rid of Gojo; the blonde doesn't really trust the monster with her or as a shaman in general. What Naoya doesn't want is for Elska to hate him because of this though and he knows that's likely, even more so if he keeps these facts of his plan from her.
Naoya's restless amber eyes scan their surroundings.
'These four walls…'
But it's acknowledged with disdain.
He despises keeping Elska locked here in a room without windows, living a life without freedom. It's oppressive and seems all too similar to what his silver rival did.
The horrific indention in the floor from where Getou attacked her ends up being where Naoya's vision travels next and it makes him feel like screaming in frustration. Fleeting visuals of her maimed body wilting in his arms and that gaping wound begins peeling away his false sense of security. Her cries, the sounds of her bones twisting and flesh being ripped apart, it's something Naoya will never be able to forget and he's reminded of this as he shudders in place. Together, they've since washed away her blood but it doesn't matter because the gruesome memory stains his mind.
Naoya glances to the tub next attempting to ease his heart but can't help but notice the pink ring around the inside rim; his intended's bloody residue. His jaw automatically clenches with scorn in himself for ever underestimating Getou's malignity. They wiped each other off well enough but she'd bled so much that some was missed, inadvertently leading to this blushed porcelain atrocity.
'I need to clean that…'
Elska stirs beside him, nuzzling her head a little more after bringing her left arm across his hips.
Naoya's mood instantly improves causing him to beam as he reaches for the fresh dark grey covers to pull them over her shoulders.
"How did you become everything?"
The certainty he holds over their chemistry still baffles Naoya every time he sits down to analyze their encounters. He can't explain it but he knows they're supposed to be together; something whispers it to him without words, suggests it without notion.
While looking her over this all leads him to wonder if there's even the slightest chance that he can spare Gojo and him not be a problem. The original plan would probably be easier but Naoya struggles with the idea of killing the bastard knowing it would hurt Elska in return.
Toji hasn't even entered his train of thought before now but the Zenin sinks into his spot knowing his cousin wants her as well.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Naoya's certainly not going to back down, especially if Elska wants him in her life but he's also not aligned with the idea of fighting Toji. He admires and respects him far too deeply, always has.
Naoya hopelessly surveys the room again but this time comes to the odd realization that these four walls have also been a blessing in a way.
Only here were they able to truly discover each other, only here were his intentions finally understood by her. The words that left him and the actions he demonstrated before always came out wrong and he's aware that this caused her to remain weary of him for quite some time.
He thinks back to the first night of her captivity, when he let it slip that he loves her and how understanding her reaction was. He would probably be substantially more embarrassed by that situation if he currently wasn't overdrawn by the simple fact that she somehow was already aware of his affections. Last time they did the deed in front of Gojo, sure she wasn't clawing his eyes out but the sex they recently had before Getou showed up was simply different. Their entire dynamic has evolved into something so deep that there is no beginning or end.
'When did she figure out my feelings then? There's no way she could have just known…'
Guessing that he has a lot to learn about her still, Naoya brushes the weird sensation the thought left him with, away. He takes his right hand and grabs her left one that's thrown over him, bringing it to lie on his chest and sighs as he debates further about how he should move forward.
Truly, the one thing he wants to ensure over everything now is Getou's demise.
'He has it coming. A man like him should never have existed in the first place.'
Naoya's never heard Choso's opinion on this exactly but he has a hunch that the being is with him as far as Getou is concerned. Suguru has a profound way of accumulating enemies even when they work under him.
'What a sneaky business this is.'
Nothing is straight forward.
Everyone here wears a mask.
That makes Naoya ponder on Sukuna and how if worse came to worse…would he be able to nullify the King of Curses as well?
'Not very fucking likely.'
The Zenin now feels like he's seemingly against the world aside from Choso and to think mere months ago, he was dislocated from this all. Naoya takes a deep, meaningful breath after his gut harbors a foreboding feeling about what's to come.
His grip on her hand becomes firm while he sorts through initiatives so he has to remind himself to relax again. How can he though?
Toji has been calling him nonstop but Naoya's purposefully disregarded this partially because he doesn't want to tip off Getou but he's also ashamed that Getou was able to rip out Elska wing. He's not sure how to explain himself for kidnapping her in the first place but to make matters worse, that vile mutilation occurred on his watch.
If he does return Toji's call, would the giant even be willing to talk? Would he be willing to help? Naoya finds it doubtful considering he reached out to him before and was shut down.
'If it's to get her out of here though…maybe Toji will be more interested.'
Gojo's assistance in the elimination of Getou would be helpful too, oddly enough since it would lower the risk for everyone involved. It's a long shot but that would secure trust with Elska, a foundation he wishes to build so she can be exposed to healthier relationships.
The more he ruminates over the obstacles the more he finds himself leaning against the original plan. He would rather Elska be safe from Getou over having Gojo taken out.
He can't prove it but he knows there's something his temporary boss is hiding and he fears what that may turn out to be. Getou is closing in on him fast and Naoya's understanding that there aren't any limits or types of etiquette that Suguru will follow so he has to remain fastidious.
Before Elska arrived, he planned on not hovering over like he has been in fear of how Getou would react but now...now he feels like he can't leave her alone because of how Getou behaved.
As his left-hand trails over her back under the loose shirt, his fingernails accidentally snags a corner of her seal. She's already unable to protect herself with cursed energy in here so he loathes her being without her wings as well.
'Fuck it.'
Naoya pinches the lifted corner and peels the talisman away.
'She needs to be left with some form of defense just in case.'
But its right in this moment, as he's crumbling up the paper into a wadded ball, he comes to terms with the fact that he officially wants her out of there.
'What the fuck am I even doing?!'
Naoya squeezes the ball until white knuckles illuminate under the briefly lived traveling golden light.
He's disgusted with himself. How fucking delusional can one man be? He's not protecting her by keeping her here, he's borrowing time until the inevitable comes to pass.
Reality causes him to burn the seal until it becomes a fist full of ash. Naoya groans quietly, secretly pummeling himself with harsh truths that suddenly make him perceive himself in a nastier light. Rubbing Elska's arm, he sighs and stretches his neck towards the ceiling, agonizing before sharing a thought.
"Elska, you deserve better…"
Air heavier than water fills his lungs and his ears ring in the silence.
"But you're not so bad…"
Naoya nearly leaps out of his skin when she suddenly responds.
"Aahh-God!"
His wide eyes are trained on her, waiting to see if she's actually awake and to his surprise she's soon looking up at him. She smiles and sits up as if she's going to leave the bed but instead repositions herself to lay against his chest in a semi upright position as well.
"Naoya?"
"Yes, princess?"
She giggles to the pet name as she knows she is probably the furthest thing from that.
"What's on your mind? You usually snore a bit…"
Caught off guard by this, Naoya and lets out an abrupt Ha as he found it pretty humorous.
"Do I now?"
He dances his fingertips along her back to tickle her, forcing Elska to jolts awkwardly until they're both breaking out in laughter.
"You do indeed…but it's not loud or anything. It's actually kind of cute."
She smiles against him while she listens to Naoya's heartbeat and the way he fills and empties his lungs.
'He's so wonderful…'
A comfortable quiet washes over them but Elska's feels compelled to ask once more.
"What's bothering you though?"
When he exhales sharply, she feels an indication of his alienation so she lifts herself up to face him. His eyes, though beautiful, seem melancholy and weighted when he looks back to her and she can sense that he's really worried about something.
"Naoya, please…just tell me."
She expected more resilience but Naoya gives immediate signs of confession so she closes her lips to open her ears.
"Elska..."
Naoya culpably reaches for her hand, fighting back his sorrows in order to be strong.
"This isn't a good place for you and I was selfish when I thought it would be. After what happened...I just...you can't stay here."
He glances down at her lap but can feel her eyes on him so after a few seconds, he bravely meets them. Drawing her hand to his lips, he closes his eyes to marinate the moment.
"I want to be with you more than anything Elska but I have to take care of a lot of issues before I can be."
He can now feel that he's failed to mask his worried expression when she rolls her lips to abstain from frowning.
"What are you talking about? I will help you with Getou!"
The apprehension on her face fades to a determined one when she brings her right hand to run through his hair. Naoya smiles to her but she can tell he was about to negate her words as he's clearly against the idea.
"Getou is why I have to get you out of here."
He's inquisitively watching Elska as she shifts from being beside him to straddling his lap. He gulps down air while she finds her balance, unsure of what is going on since he's trying to have a serious conversation. Her thighs settle around around him but he dutifully ignores their warmth while steering the point of topic back.
"You still have no idea what he's capable of. I do."
"Yeah well I don't want you around him either Naoya, he holds malice towards you."
Elska clicks her tongue before finishing with abruptly glowing eyes that reflect off of Naoya's fair complexion.
"I will shred him to literal pieces if he even tries to hurt you. Don't let my feminine charm fool you, I could masquerade as a butcher due to my disarticulation skills being so good."
Naoya's slacked jaw shows that he wasn't expecting her to say any of that and contemplates on how he finds her to be much more delicate than she perhaps is. None of that matters though, he's not budging.
"Consideration of this matter is over. I will not allow you to fight him, Elska. That's absurd."
Regret instantly hooks him with fear over sounding brutish or insensitive so he begins to reword.
"I'm sorry. What I meant was…"
"I know you're worried, Naoya, but you are not alone in this."
Her hands aimlessly search his arms before progressing.
"I want to crush him right back for what he did to me in front of you...for the way he made you feel. He's heartless but you have so much heart, Naoya and I felt it break."
Elska's eyes flare brightly but then fizzle into less intensity.
She's not budging either.
"Why did you remove my seal if you weren't wanting me to fight?"
Naoya scoffs in disbelief as he cannot believe how foreign she is to protection. This deepens his concern for Gojo's relationship with her.
"I want you to be able to defend yourself Elska, what do you mean?! My stomach turns at the thought of something like that happening again and this is why you have to go."
"Then you're coming with me."
Stubbornly, Elska folds her arms with narrowed eyes.
"Regardless of how we do this, I'm not leaving without Itadori or you. You asked me what I'm talking about in such a tone? Well right back at you my prince."
Naoya's chest flares with emotion since her words warm and chill him all the same but it's not that simple. Overwhelmed with thousands of factors, he directs his frustration in a petty remark aimed for the metaphorical thieves that always outrun the repercussions.
"Think about it. Or do you suppose Toji and Gojo will just fucking celebrate our fraternization? "
Naoya immediately shuts his mouth and dolefully sighs. His view counts loose threads on the bedding but he's more than aware of how mean that sounded.
"I didn't mean it like that at all, baby. I'm just…ughhh…I'm sorry."
Elska comprehends his vexation and doesn't take offense, knowing better by his taste that he's merely projecting.
'He's so upset…'
Noticing that he's struggling to finish his meaning after she withholds expression, Elska leans down against Naoya's body and kisses him.
The way it feels when he kisses her back is indescribably delightful. As much as she doesn't want to pull away, she does but only so she can pull his head to her chest. While resting her chin above him, she runs her fingers through his hair in an attempt to usher him to reprieve. Arms wrap around her but his baritone humming is what truly convinces her that something else is really bothering him.
"Why is it so important that Getou lives, Naoya? What purpose were you claiming he serves before?"
This was the part Naoya's apprehensive about.
He hesitates to speak but he's already decided to tell her the truth, he just doesn't want her to pull away. After a long sigh he buries his head into her breasts and admits the truth that will likely cause this loving atmosphere to evaporate.
"Well…it was so I could have strong allies to better exert my chances of killing Satoru Gojo."
He closes his eyes and waits for the inevitable movement of her trying to be free of his grasp. She doesn't budge though nor does she say anything so he thinks it's best to keep it flowing.
"That would mean keeping you here though and I don't think that's a good idea. Getou's life nor Gojo's demise is as important to me as your safety so I'm going to talk with Toji so we can come up with a plan to get you home."
She moves now and pulls away; he assumes its from being repulsed.
"I'm sorry princess..."
But then Naoya realizes she was only shifting around to better confront him.
Elska's looking down into his eyes, aware that hurt must displayed on her face.
"You were planning on killing Sati this entire time?"
She thinks back to when Satoru was sealed and wonders why they wouldn't have ended him then if they were ever going to do so…also extremely grateful that they didn't.
His voice is dampened with humility but he's glad he'll bear this burden in exchange for the end of her ignorance.
"Pretty much. The plan was to try…or at least seal him again."
"Naoya…you can't!"
She's unsure how to think through this situation because it seems as though heart has been split into three.
Three for Christ's sake.
Nanami's remark about them being completely dysfunctional is resonating deeper than ever but this only builds onto Elska's feeling blindsided by his pretext. Naoya doesn't have that kind of taste at all and she was under the impression that she could decode a killer.
"Don't worry too much. That's not the design anymore."
The Zenin brings his hand to cup her cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the forming tear before it could fall.
"There's no way I could go through with it now, I'm incapable of putting you through that Elska."
Elska's features soften in real time and in turn allows Naoya a fleeting meeting with respite.
"Now with that being said, I can't promise not to fight him. It's unfortunate but I may not have a choice."
At first, Elska's brow parsimoniously furrows after hearing it but she's soon comprehending that Naoya's simply anticipating Gojo's unfriendly nature to shine through.
"I will protect you as you've done for me here. Naoya, they just need to know that you're on our side and it will be fine!"
The blonde is too kind to ridicule but she rolls her eyes to her own statement and nods to reveal that she wasn't actually that delusional.
"I mean, we can try to explain at least…right?"
Adrift and scorched by pessimism, Elska sifts through numerous ideas but he eyes unfasten back to him when one strikes.
"I actually don't think Sati hates you that much at all, Naoya..."
The more Elska ruminates on Gojo's reaction to Naoya's seductive show, the clearer the avenue becomes.
"Yeah it's more than likely the opposite."
Confused by this and convinced that she's making a joke, Naoya smiles but makes note of how the intensity in her eyes fails to diminish. His curiosity piques as he thinks about all of their interactions and how friendly they weren't.
"What do you mean by that?"
Staring blankly into the bed, she wonders to herself.
'Yea how exactly should I explain this one? Would it be better not to?'
Elska's eyes nervously find Naoya as he patiently waits for clarification.
"Go on, princess."
"Okay. Well not to bring up bad deeds but do you remember when you did have him sealed and I came searching for him?"
Naoya grins immediately but then composes his face and tries to pretend that he still doesn't enjoy that memory.
Elska smirks and returns a playful look to him but the Zenin bashfully shrugs his shoulders and relays another admission.
"What? I must say, princess, that it was kind of hot before the almost dying part."
Blinking, she's even more unsure now if she should clear this up or not; she wants to laugh at the suggestive possibilities but is somewhat concerned.
'What are the fucking odds? Please God, no… I don't think I could handle him, Sati and Toji too…'
Naoya felt the disconnection in conversation after he said that and worries that he's maybe being too comfortable with her.
"What is it? Was that weird and not funny?"
Detecting the blonde's spike in nerves, Elska dares back to him with caution.
"Sati felt the same."
Elska playfully shoves Naoya's chest so he falls down against the pillows but asserts an opinion.
"You two are such huge perverts!"
They laugh together but Naoya belts out higher-pitched chuckles as he's forms his disbelief.
"Are you saying he really wasn't ready to kill me?!"
"No and I really don't think he hates you Naoya. I can't tell you exactly what he feels but it can't be hatred."
Both of her hands are on his chest now as their awkward giggles fill the room.
"Don't get any bright ideas though, Sati does NOT need encouragement in that realm."
Naoya's intuition simmers.
'That was a weird comment...'
Wondering if he's over thinking her statement, the alarmed Zenin sits up and prods for clarification.
"Has he...tried to get you to do things like that? With other people?!"
She tenses up a bit which makes him feel like he's uncomfortably close to the answer.
"Elska?"
"This is why I took a minute to speak on this earlier. I partially feared it would lead to this…and its probably going to hit a little close to home."
Using her eyes alone, she gazes down to Naoya to warn him its something he doesn't really want knowledge of.
He sits up all the way, adjusting his arms to hang off her waist.
"I'm guessing this is going to be hard to hear? Does that mean he did ask you to do something with someone else?"
Her sheepish nod ignites his mind to wonder over who Gojo would have involved with them.
'Close to home? What did she mean by that? She's acting like its someone I'd kn-...''
But then it hits him right in the fucking nuts.
Naoya's amber eyes grow wide with surprise and then urgently fix back to her.
"TOJIIII?!"
Waiting for his aversion to become apparent, Elska shifts her weight to her shins and knees in preparation for his desire of her to move off of him.
"Y-yes…"
With a gaze honed into Naoya's toned abdomen, Elska savors the image in fear that she may not be able to see him from this angle anymore or in this context.
Her once upon a time prince resigns from saying anything but she can't ignore how noticeably his breathing has changed. The anticipation of his rejection is killing her so in order to protect herself from agony, she starts climbing off.
Naoya gently grabs her by the waist and anchors her back into his lap.
"Woah hey...where are you going?"
Elska still doesn't look at him but all it takes is having the ability to hear to discern that she's upset.
"Please don't cry! Its…not what I was expecting is all…I just needed to…internalize all of that."
When her discomfort persists, Naoya guides her chin back towards his direction.
"It's okay…I really just would never have seen that coming and for like a thousand reasons."
He does his damnedest to smile and hide his discontent of knowing Satoru and Toji did that with her.
"One being extremely obvious! Gojo seems way too greedy; especially to me."
There's no doubt in Naoya's mind that it would've been Gojo's idea now as he thinks back to the day he was taking Elska from behind in front of him. He sort of feels badly about it now but at the time he was definitely trying to break Gojo as much as he could and seducing Elska, albeit his ultimate desire, was a wonderful offensive tactic. Naoya recalls tending to her orally and then looking over to Satoru in hopes of invoking the shaman's rage but what he saw was a creepy bastard practically drooling the talisman away.
"So THAT'S what that look was…"
Gojo was fucking into it.
Elska shares her confusion so Naoya quickly relays an elucidation.
"I'll be honest baby. Of course I did not want the image of my cousin and that monster with you in my head but I'd rather be aware than dumb."
He wraps his arms a little bit tighter around her, also perplexed as to why he's not furious, before pull back to finish sharing.
"And Gojo gave me a look that day when I was…when we were…ahem...you know."
Naoya smiles widely when Elska blushes, biting his lip with mischievous eyes.
"I was expecting Gojo to be pissed off! I could've taken you somewhere private but I had every intention of getting under his skin. When we made eye contact though it was like he was begging me to do more, not back off...annnnd now that makes sense. What a weird dude!"
Wholehearted laughter becomes him when she finally smiles again.
"Unlike him, I'm not so eager to share though..."
Naoya leans up and gives her a quick peck on the lips.
"I just didn't mind him having to watch. He can do that all day."
He winks to her and growls into another kiss, encouraging her to relax again.
Elska's beyond relieved but is still mortified about the topic of conversation.
There's no way for her to understand how Naoya Zenin's mind navigates these things as his reaction more than surprises her. How did he just learn that about her and not run away? She can tell that he's ruffled by it but he's so genuinely calm over the matter, its as if he doesn't see fit to place her with any blame. She definitely didn't initiate it but she was still a participant; not that it makes her feel any less dirtier right now.
They stare into each other for a brief moment before Naoya quietly interrogates.
"So…did you…"
He's dragging his feet, telling himself that he has to spill the rest out since he's already opened his big mouth.
"…did you like it?"
Elska wishes she could hide under the covers or hold her breath in the tub, anything to help her escape this question. She looks up to the ceiling instead and takes a deep breath as she can't help but feel so strange having this discussion with Naoya while straddling his lap.
"If I'm being honest…"
His eyes are overflowing with a kind of curiosity which causes her to reflect on the possibility that there might be more to Naoya's sexual depths than one would assume.
"I think I maybe could have enjoyed myself more if it had gone differently but overall, not really. I don't think I want to do something like that again, it's not really my kind of thing."
If it weren't for Toji that night she might not have experienced pleasure at all but she doesn't exactly want to hash out the details with Naoya.
"Hmm…"
He leans his lips into her collar bone and drags his tongue to her neck before planting a deep and sensual kiss.
Hearing her breath shudder forces him to smile and roll his lip between teeth before pulling away. There's something about Elska's enigmatic nature that soothes him in regards to having a place in her heart. This unshakable confidence is what he surmises to be the reason behind his cool demeanor over that answer aside from the indication that one of the two at least caused her displeasure. He's done some regrettable things in the past as well so who is he to hold something like this over her head?
"I will say that I don't find Gojo to be the healthiest or best of influences and I just really hope he didn't hurt you. I have faith in Toji but not him."
Despite learning this new information he actually is overcome with solace.
This is that small chance Naoya was hoping for; a way to not have to kill Gojo in the process of everything.
"If this is the case though then maybe him and I won't fight after all…"
He glances back up to her and feels goosebumps when she runs her nails along his scalp.
"Now that we have that figured out…it's settled. We leave together."
Elska senses his hesitancy to promise such things so she makes herself clear.
"If I catch wind that you try anything different, I will take matters into my own hands regarding Getou. Do not try me."
Naoya's not heard that tone from her before but felt the authority of her statement. He buries his face into her chest as he lets out a muffled and stressed noise.
"Damn it Elska, why won't you just let me protect you?"
She's trying to keep a straight face as Naoya slowly shakes his head into her breasts, wanting him to know that she's serious.
"I am a warrior princess, mkay? Granted I can't really prove that since I can't even summon energy here but I still have ways to harm."
He chuckles to warrior princess, not in doubt but in adjustment to how feisty she can be. The trust she puts in him after he's shared his most harmful ideas armors Naoya with a fulfillment that can only be sung about. He trusts her too.
"There're talismans in the walls, Elska."
He looks up to her now, feeling his heart skip a beat with how endearing her expression is despite his what he just said.
"What?"
"I ordered them to be built into the structure myself..."
Elska reads the culpability in his energy but gnaws on her tongue to he can explain himself.
"I know it sounds really bad but hear me out first."
Naoya points in the direction behind her, towards the open bathroom so she turns her body to follow.
"They had to be arranged a certain way but if you look closely along the wall by the tub, there's a small 'x' right next to it. Once I send my fist through that part of wall and remove one of the chaining talismans, they will all become unusable."
Elska was clearly impressed by his thoughtfulness and even seems to comprehend that this means he'd always planned on her having out just in case.
"If something happens, just do exactly that, break right through it. I'd already have done it if we had another way to hide your presence. Getou would know immediately otherwise."
"What if he notices the talisman from my wings missing?"
"He shouldn't fucking be in here to see."
Naoya's eyes narrow instantly to the thought.
'That's not a bad point though and what if he uses a Titer?'
The uneasiness creeps back through him.
"I'm going to try and go see Toji tomorrow but that means I won't be here for a while. I think we'll be successful if I at least have his help. He knows the base and the boss."
Naoya winces to his own words, not even remotely enjoying the possibility of her becoming vulnerable.
"But I'll ask Choso if he can come accompany you while I'm away. He was even thinking to bring Itadori over at some point if he could."
"I would love to see him! He's still doing well right?! I've been so worried about him..."
It's such weird situation, her and Itadori both being held prisoner by people that genuinely care about them. She almost can't help but laugh outwardly at the vast strangeness of this all.
"I'm glad he has a brother though and Choso seems very nice…although he's also terrifying."
"Choso is very powerful and uniquely, that's probably why. He's capable of so many things too, I'm not even sure that I'm privy to all of his abilities."
Naoya's proud to say that; he knows his new friend is a damn good one to have on his side.
"He's a good guy though, I promise."
Their smiles meet each other when he sighs as he stares up at her, wanting to touch every part of her body. He instead rests his hands on her thighs and attempts to save his sanity.
"I trust your judgement about him then."
Elska feels those amber eyes discretely roaming her and smirks to how something as simple as that is enough to rile her up with Naoya. He knows he's been caught because he smiles slyly in response before pulling her down towards him, their tongues greeting each other.
"Stop teasing me, Zenin…"
"Ha! It's rough, isn't it?!"
His cackles are deep and mixing into moans as they allow themselves a few moments of bliss.
It doesn't take but a couple of seconds before their panting and whining into each other's mouths. Naoya's desire to have her hypnotizes him as he feels a moment of weakness and lifts his hips into her. Her gasps make his head spin while all of the blood his body holds seems to flood into his groin.
"Baby…"
One hand laces into her hair as he tilts her head back to tongue and nip her neck, straining his own to sit up enough to do so. Her moans from his ministrations brings her submissiveness to the forefront of his mind leaving him with the inability to deny the situation as he grows beneath her.
He's sure she can feel it; he's not wearing pants and she's not wearing any underwear.
When he nudges his hips again, he's accosted by how wet she is and sends his hand between her legs to conduct more. He still loosely holds her hair but has now made it to where their faces are inches apart. He sends one finger into her slowly and watches her expression as it glides in. He pulls her down further to kiss him as he then sends in a second one. She whimpers into his lips which in turn makes him feel like he's going to burst.
His mind is screaming for them to stop, she could release her pheromones at any time.
"Are you okay to do this right now?"
Naoya couldn't help by breathlessly whisper his distress in between their kissing; she doesn't feel overheated nor are her eyes glowing but he wants to make sure.
Elska says nothing but smiles and bites her bottom lip as she sends her own hand down between them to guide herself over him. He felt his eyes widen once feeling her fingers wrap around his shaft. It all happened so fast that he wasn't even able to block her or stop her from risking it all once more.
"Baby…wait…"
But she doesn't.
Within seconds Elska's slowly sinking over him, never stopping until he's completely seated inside of her. Naoya moans loudly as he's desperately wants her but is also frustrated by the situation and the danger at play. She bends down completely and resumes kissing him while slowly rocking her hips, causing him to have to bend his knees so that he didn't slip out; even though he knows he needs to stop this.
"God damn it Elska…"
Naoya forces speech through gritted teeth as he wantonly glares at her, unable to truly be angry but is still almost agitated. He wraps his hand back into her hair and tilts her chin up again. He kisses her jaw and places his left hand on her right thigh and grabs it roughly, not enough to hurt her but enough for her to know he's kind of pissed off. She moans disapprovingly when she realizes she's unable to ride him but he holds her thigh down as she struggles to meet eyes with him with the position she's being kept.
"You're going to make me do this and I will regret it when your pheromones release…"
Naoya thrusts into her once and she wantonly whines her pleasure.
"I want you so fucking badly, Elska…"
He thrusts into her a second time, only deeper; her cries filling the room as she unravels above him.
His hands release her hair so she sends her lips onto his without hesitation.
He's now grabbing both of her thighs but feels his glare plastered into his features.
"You know I just want to keep you safe...and happy..."
His hips push up into her again but she blissfully folds over on top of him and clings to his biceps.
"Fuuck..."
He hisses through his teeth and pumps her consecutively a few more times as she moans into his neck. Her breath against his skin, her soft pretty little voice struggling through ecstasy in his ear; it reels him in like a baited catch until he's losing control.
"Why do you…do this to me?"
Naoya sounds angry and he honestly is but he's also completely enthralled by them finally wrapping into each other like this again. It hadn't been very long since they last experienced each other but he can't stand to fight their feelings for one another.
"You tell me when I need to stop, Elska..."
He gasps when her body constricts around him she and moans agreeably, probably unprepared.
"Because I'm going to fuck you until you do."
Elska's needs echo through the room as she just received ravishing verbal confirmation that he was going to give to her that which she needs from him. He cages her against him but mercilessly ruts into her from below causing her breasts and other areas to bounce in reciprocated rhythm.
This dominating side of Naoya makes her feel euphoria already. He's not exactly rough but its more like he's so passionate and genuine in the way that he's currently pleasuring her. She has this belief that if she granted him that access, Naoya would do anything and everything to her but with a level of delicacy she'd like to discover.
The way he feels inside of her is beyond words and she wishes to relay her satisfaction to him properly but as he thrusts into her core, she can only focus on the sensations. Angering Naoya wasn't her intention but she finds it extremely difficult to fight off her urges and has to admit that mad lustful Naoya makes her feel even more like this was supposed to be. She sits herself up enough to hover over his face but the look he's giving her can only be described as furrowed and alluring.
"I'm sorry…Naoyaah"
She moans her apology as he continues to send himself inside of her. Her breath is caught, she's trying to control her volume but ends up gasping while she feels him repeatedly brush against the spot that has her losing her mind. Elska finds herself digging her nails into his shoulders being unaware until she reflexively curls her fingers and scratches his skin. Everything in her power that can be done to repress the pheromones is in play but despite all efforts, the release is quickly approaching.
Naoya's learning her body more and more every day. He quickly became determined to make this as fast as possible, hoping they can reach the heights together but was always prepared to have to stop at any given second.
Her body has always been his guide it seems because its felt like it's as if Elska is a language he can easily speak. As her eyes flutter above him while she's contracting around him, Naoya curses the day that anyone ever stands between them again. He's surprised that they've been able to make it for this long without triggering the release but it seems like the moment he finds solace in that, he notices a slight trace of the scent.
"...shit."
He immediately lifts her off of him so that he can remove the biggest contributing factor, himself.
He expects her to pout but she's a smiling mess as she leans down to deeply kiss him. A throaty groan leaves him as he feels her arms to see if she's physically hot. She's warm but it could be from their activities. Catching his breath and lying flat with his hands now over his eyes, Naoya tries to regulate his heart from all the different hazards they just danced with. Feeling bad is an understatement but he still has to address how unwise physical relations could prove to be.
"Baby…you can't do that anym-…"
Warmth again engulfs his tip and is sliding down his shaft. Naoya whines, torn between fuck yes and hell no thinking that she's climbed back over him but realizes that her weight is missing. Before he can conclude anything on his own, he feels her tongue.
'Wait…is she..?'
Naoya's eyes dart open just in time to see her lids as she's swallows him down. Devious excitement releases into his veins when she creates suction that results to a small popping noise but then raises her head up again. She's bent over on the side of him with her backside high in the air off to the side; he can't help but marvel at the appealing sight.
"What can't I do, Naoya?"
Elska's voice is slightly broken as she whispers into him, her crafty eyes meeting his as she catches her breath.
"I-don't-believe-I-said-anything!"
He smirks as he moves to sit up more, wanting to witness this new first for them as he realizes why she was smiling after he pulled out.
'She's a cunning little minx.'
But Naoya forgets his thoughts and grins to seeing how eager she is to do this. Elska drops her head back down but it sends his head upwards. He shifts his weight to one arm so he can reach out and touch her. Their eyes lock as she hollows her cheeks and he feels himself inching closer. He tries to grab her hair to brush away from her face but he fumbles with strands until she assists him; he doesn't want to add pressure to her, he just wants to see.
He's moaning relentlessly now as she bobs over him, the sounds created from her sucking adding to his experience as he still can't help but feel she's absolutely stunning. Elska is aggressive but soft, needing but generous all the same. Feeling her attentiveness and how she slightly changes technique based off his reaction, as he does with her, sends Naoya into a blunder of tension rising within and warmth from his own end.
"B…baby…I'm about to…"
But she quickens her pace and he can't do anything but sink back into the pillows while his body involuntarily flinches and unloads all of his pent up frustrations into her mouth.
Naoya's left a mess of whimpers as she slowly brings her lips back up and lets him flop onto his stomach. Through heaving smiles he asks her if she finished at all but she shakes her head and informs him that it was never about her.
"You feel really good to me regardless. I don't need to have an orgasm in order to enjoy myself, Naoya."
Her eyes trail his body but they're softer than usual.
As she collects air in the form of gasps, she looks back to up to Naoya who finally looks a little livelier and not so weighted down. Her hand caresses his left thigh while she breathes heavily
"You needed that. You've been so stressed out and I know I'm the cause."
He's motioning her to come closer so she crawls up towards him.
"You specifically do not stress me out, princess."
He scoops her by the back of the head so he can kiss her and then brings his fingers underneath her chin to lift her gaze up more towards him.
"It's actually everyone else. Can't fucking stand them."
They both breathlessly snicker while she curls back into him and lays her head on his heaving chest. They have to fight the covers underneath them before they can be pulled over top but once they do, they settle back into each other. Naoya must admit.
"I guess I do feel better though."
His heart threatens to leap from under his ribs as he again realizes that this was probably her intention all along. The smile painfully fixed to his face widens as he feels the actual love from a woman, from her.
"Thank you, baby…"
He hums as he notices they're in the same position as when she was sleeping but his heart feels bigger and the amount of anxiety he has about the days to come seems significantly smaller.
Despite the amazing air, reality is rearing it's ugly head and something that must be addressed stampedes into her conscious.
"I have no idea what awaits us outside of this room…"
The blonde anxiously snaps his view to her.
"…but I can no longer ignore what you are to me Naoya."
The left hand she has placed on his chest balls up.
"But I can't ignore the fact that I'm with Sati either…and what we've been doing, how I can't keep away from you…."
Elska takes a deep breath as she calms the unsteady emotions rising within.
"And Toji…Toji is very dear to me. We're bonded now."
She wishes she would have remained silent, fearing that she just ruined the beautiful moment they were sharing. His hand cruelly rests over her fist now but she watches his hand fumble to open hers so their fingers can interlock.
"I was already aware of things being complicated princess, don't work yourself up so much over that."
Naoya brings her fingers to his lips to kiss them.
"I'm certainly not thrilled with the predicament but I knew they both worked themselves into your life long ago."
He brings his left hand to brush through her hair but to also add emphasis to his next statement.
"That's why it was so important for you to know that you have a choice with me. I will not manipulate you."
"I actually believe you when you say that."
She's understanding exactly how many different ways this Zenin makes her feel amazing.
"You really are a good man…"
It seems like no matter what the topic they can strive through it all, like they're indestructible together. She lifts her head up to see him but he's already looking down to her. She feels so insecure, his gaze seems so piercing and looking over her while he's lost in thought.
"We've had an interesting past but Naoya, there's something about all of this that tells me I need you in my future as well."
Just a week ago he was cloaked in distress worrying about if she would even really consider him especially under these circumstances. Mere days ago, his heart fractured when he thought he was going to lose her for good after Getou's vile attack. Minutes prior, they were direly experiencing each other but upon hearing her say all of that, in this exact moment he again knows that they're supposed to be together.
"And I will be there, princess."
He's feeling so many different things that he doesn't even know where begin.
Elska smiles to this and their mutual affinity compels him to reach out and her to bring her back into his immediate space. Now revamped and possibly even somewhat looking forward to his discussion with Toji tomorrow; things definitely don't seem as bleak as they did 30 minutes ago.
"Everything will work out."
Naoya rubs her shoulder with a new armor of confidence, nestling his chin into her hair.
"And if not, we'll fucking make it."