-Kriday!!-

[Ninja]

Just a lil' thing 

[Ninja]

In her own mind, Friday was the smartest girlfriend that ever existed. Sure her boyfriend had lived for how long? Who knows, but that doesn't matter. Even if he had flings in the past, she was sure that none of them had the very same idea she had. The smile that spread across her face would be infectious if she was out in public.

The only company that the lass had was her own reflection in the mirror. She currently had her back turned towards, her body hunched over a bedside table as she lit a candle. It was a pale orange color, and would emit a sweet orange blossom scent after the fire had started to melt the fine wax underneath. Humming a meaningless tune under her breath, she cupped her hand around the glass and pointed the lighter against the wick, lighting the last of them.

Satisfied with her arrangement of possible fire catalysts, she stood back with her hands on her hips. The satisfied grin grew even larger and she rocked back on her heels. "This is going to be great", she whispered to herself, the usually calm tone in her voice shrill with excitement. She then walked back to the entrance of the room, turning the lights off with the flick of a slender finger.

Immediately, the room was bathed in a golden light. The flickers in the flames creates dancing shadows that were cast off of the various items in Kris's room. This may have been corny to some people, but this scene could have brought tears to her eyes. She was a fan of fluffy stuff like that, so he wouldn't mind it either...right?


If the simple ambience didn't work, she had a backup plan already in motion. As soon as she stepped through the door, she had started stripping down her person and leaving various articles of clothing in a pathway that lead to her room. Her favorite was the placement of her black lacy bra on top of a lamp shade, as if the furniture had ear muffs. The only article of clothing that was left on her body was the matching thong to the bra, a tangle of black lace that-lets be real- didn't cover anything. After standing practically naked for a few minutes, she had gotten cold and borrowed one of his t-shirts from a drawer. She was sure he wouldn't mind.

Slowly making her way back to the bed, Friday flopped down on her stomach, grabbing her phone off of the pillow and checking the time. "Hmm, he should be home soon", she murmured, checking her text messages. It may have been cruel, but she had been texting him all day nonchalantly, as if she were completely oblivious to the fact that it was his birthday. He would be in for a sweet surprise.


Blinking her dark hazel eyes slowly, one of her hands moved to push a price of her long dark hair from her face. The candlelight made her dark skin shine sheer like molten gold. Of course she didn't notice, as she want one to excessively look at herself, but she looked hella fine in this light.

[Renny]

Water rolled in rivulets down his aching body, making his wings droop down and a dark silvery slate color under the water. Dark hair was shoved back, his fingers scrubbing the blood and gore out of the shiny dark locks. Kris winced as his fingers grazed the sensitive part where he'd been hit in the back of the skull with the broad side of a sword. He sighed as the sting of pain subsided and his fingers came from his hair clean. Black blood swirled in the drain and down away from him. Kris shut off the water, and turned away from the shower. Lines of them were all along the back wall. He reached out for a towel and began to dry off. His head felt clearer now, although he still felt an exhaustion in his bones he knew would never go away.

Kris Livingston slid the towel around his waist, hoary wings beginning to dry on their own, curling upward like curls in hair. He walked towards the mirror, staring at his reflection. Tanned skin littered with scars that crisscrossed faintly along the hard muscle of his skin, dark eyes glinted back at him and nearly black, wet hair tumbled close to his shoulders now. It would need to be cut soon, along with the dark scruff on his cheeks and chin, but Friday liked it on him. Said it made him sexier, and gave her a nice, reminding burn wherever it brushed after a night of passion and love. He smiled faintly at the thought of her. He shifted slightly, feeling a warmth growing in the pit of his stomach.

Kris had gotten his own place and out of the Compound now that he had Friday. He didn't want the guys bursting in at a bad moment like they were prone to. It hadn't been much of a hassle and waking up next to a gorgeous girl every morning had its perks. Today, though, he felt a twinge in his gut. He hadn't told Friday when his birthday was, and only Erik made any attempt to say "Happy Fourty-Eighth, old man!" since his brother would always know his birthday. With the Sons of War, the day you were truly born didn't really matter. The day you were reborn did. When you got your wings and typically it was celebrated with weapons and a cake bought from a local bakery that they shared quickly before going their separate ways.

Kris, personally, never cared for his birthday. He thought it was overrated, plus since he wouldn't age pass looking twenty-five, it didn't matter. He figured he go home to Friday, kiss her long and sweet and they'd eat pizza and watch movies like they did most nights when Kris came home at a reasonable hour. He changed back into his favorite worn Wrangler jeans and a comfy gray sweater. His wings curled in on themselves, behaving nicely after having their muscles worked loose in the shower. Kris walked home, the night air of New York dense and humid, drying his skin and hair moderately. He pulled out his keys and slid the door open to his apartment. He tossed his keys into the bowl in the foyer and put his phone down.

The first thing he noticed was the clothing in the hallway. Had Friday taken a bath and thrown off her clothes wherever she went? He walked slowly forward. Everything else was in order, so no one had broken in. Tensed up, he walked quietly on the balls of his feet, balanced after years of training and stealth. He followed the pair of jeans to the living room. Placed on the lamp shade was a lacy bra. His stomach flipped and his mouth went a little wet. His fingers hooked under the fabric and he lifted it. It smelled like her. His fingers shown underneath the thin fabric and his heart beat quickly away in his chest.

"Day?" He called and entered the bedroom. His eyes adjusted quickly and swept over the candles. A fire hazard, but he felt the blood rushing away from his head and he felt a little light headed. His eyes fell on her, turning darker and hungry as they slid over her dark hair, soft and curly around her face, to the curve of her neck and to her slender body swimming in his shirt. Her skin was dark, but glowed in the light. He felt a wave of affection and protectiveness ripple through him. She was his, and it was made obvious by her wearing his shirt. The emotions flickered over his face, illuminating the darkness in his eyes, showing the glint of lust and possessiveness.. "What is all this?" His voice was teasing, but underneath was a growl of desire. He lifted his hand, her bra looped around his fingers, curled in his fist. A smirk curled on his lips. God, he loved her.

[Ninja]

It was amazing how quickly Friday could get lost in the moment. If she was going to wait, she decided that she might at least entertain herself. She did this by going through her tumblr dash-which she never told Kris about. Just how would she explain a website like that to him? To an old man. After that, she opened the nook app on her phone and started to read a novel she had been meaning to finish. 

Before she lived with Kris, time before bed was reserved for reading. She was one of those nuts who could start and finish a book in mere hours. She could get lost in it, letting her mind drift in the fantasy lands that were the story. Now that she lived with a beautiful man, this period of time was usually reserved for much needed kisses and cuddles. Or something more sensual, more often then not. The thought of it made her blush fiercely. 

It was in this mode of concentration that her partner had chosen to walk in. She was currently engrossed in a story about a female businesswomen climbing her way up the company line and into the CEO's office. Friday hadn't even registered the large man step into the room, it was only when he spoke aloud, his dark voice jolting her out of her scholarly stupor. "What is all this?", he asked her, the question echoed through the room. Gasping, Friday quite literally through the phone across the room. 

"What. I didn't even here you come in!", she exclaimed, her eyes wide.  Pushing herself up off of her stomach,  she slid off of the bed and sauntered over to him."Why  do you scare me like that! I was supposed to surprise you", she whimpered, making a pouty face as she looked up at him. She was a good foot shorter than him, but that just made him all the more enticing.  Going up on her tippy-toes, she  wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back slightly. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes for moment, letting the moment pass slowly. "Happy Birthday!", she  told him quietly, her voice hushed as she let her voice lull him into a stupor. "I didn't forget", she added in a-matter-of-factly tone. 


Pressing her pelvis up against him, she leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips."I love you", she told him, before hugging him closely. Already she could feel the heat growing in between her legs. It was kind of annoying, how easy it was for him.

[Renny]

Kris chuckled quietly as she whipped her phone across the room, and thankfully it didn't knock over one of the candles she'd placed around the room for ambiance. He was a bit surprised by the whole thing, and he didn't really think anything of it. He didn't mind adding some spice in their sex life. As she reached up to him, he smiled slightly, his arms winding around her tiny waist and pulling in her into him. He leaned down to her, considering she was so much shorter than himself. He liked how small she was, how he could kind of engulf her into himself and feel the pulse of her body and heart pounding rhythmically into his own.

He pressed his face into the hollow of her throat, breathing in the soft, natural scent of just her. Slightly soapy and a little bit like her perfume from where she must have dabbed behind her ears. He felt a tension release from inside of him, his grip around her tightening. Even if he didn't physically age, he felt like he was growing older. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be over 200, he wasn't even fifty yet. He blinked at her, the words hitting him like a light slap to the face. He leaned back from her. "Oh." Was all he said at the birthday comment. Then it seemed to sink in. "Bastard." He muttered, burying his face in her shoulder. "How the hell did you convince Erik to tell you my birthday?" He wondered, then shook his head, his dark strands falling over his face, still a little damp. "I kind of don't want to know." He sighed. Oh well. Now the cat was out of the bag.

Kris smiled at her kiss and following words. "I love you more." He murmured, one hand sliding up her back and tangling in her soft hair. He felt her hips press up, and a soft noise was made in the back of his throat. "I hope this is my birthday present," He growled softly, pulling her legs around him. Something stirred within him, hot and dark, like it always did around her. Then, he crushed his lips to hers, his fingers sliding under the thin, lacy band of her panties and sliding them down a little, slow and teasing. His lips curled into a smile over hers.

[Ninja]

I made up a few things to make he transition easier

As soon as his soft lips grazed the sensitive planes of her neck, Friday quite literally felt herself melt into his arms. It was such a pleasant feeling, the contrast of the rough stubble on his jaws to probably one of the most dangerous things about him. While he may not have been the eldest Son of War, Friday would always wonder how he grew to be so experienced in the art that was seducing her, kissing her, making love to her. Every instance felt mind blowing, of course being more inexperienced herself- she hadn't had anything else. All of a sudden, she felt like a warm hand was dragging itself across the underside of her skin. It sent brilliant stars to cloud her vision, a long with shivers that came in uncontrollable waves.

Already she was so caught up in his actions that she could barely register him speaking to her. If she was already this far in, how would she react later. Butterflies started to flutter in her stomach, the nervous energy that always showed itself in times like this deciding to resurface once gun. Friday was sure she embarrass hers somehow. She just didn't have the same composure as him, she couldn't keep her emotions internalized for too long. While he may have been a bottle stopped up with emotion, as soon as he touched her, everything was spilling out in the wide open for him to see.

"Feel old yet?", she asked, her voice barely a level above a whisper. "I should start calling you grandpa", she joked. Dragging her lips down his jaw, she ended with her lips resting on his before. Stretching her spine so that his face was level with his, she rolled her eyes playfully, using the time to pull gently on the longest tendrils of his dark locks. Her arms moved to support her weight on his shoulders when he wrapped her legs around him. Finally, she was able to easily reach his features, plus this position was much more comfortable.

The first soft moan escapes her plush lips when she felt the pads of his fingers sliding down, starting to take the garment that could of been ripped off with ease. Leaning back, she helped shift the weight forward to he could be pulled over to the bed behind her. When they were close enough, she gently pushed him away, letting herself fall onto the bed. Her legs were still wrapped around his wrist, his arms holding her bottom half up. "No, I bought the candles for you, and I thought I would light them for you, because I know how much you love candles!", she mocked him, not clearly answering his question. Friday was under he impression that Kris new that already.

The thin material of his overly baggy shirt started to slip up her torso, more and more of the flat expanse of her skin starting to show with each increasingly hot moment. " I hope that I'm alright, it's all I could think of", she then added with a smirk. Her arms moved across the duvet to rest over her head,one of her hands disappearing into her dark hair.

"I love you most ", she said quietly, her dark gaze staring up at him, searching his face for any reaction.
Written on mobile x.x

[Renny]

Kris made a little growl, low in his throat, and it seemed to resonate deep within his chest. As much as he tried to avoid thinking about the fact that he could be Friday's father, maybe even grandfather, sometimes it slipped into his mind. He knew he'd live forever in the carved body of an angel with a face that would never age another day. Friday, being human, would continue on to see her life continue on and wrinkles line her face and gray shoot lines through her gorgeous dark hair. Kris always felt a little sad at the thought that his forever was not the same as her own, but he wanted to be her forever. However long that was. The comment eventually slipped his mind as her lips found his own, and her fingers raked through his hair. He moaned softly. One arm kept her pinned to him, supporting her against him as her legs and arms twined around him.

Kris found himself up against the bed, Friday bent backwards, the arch of her back curving off the bed as he held her legs around his waist. The warmth of her legs still around him, but her upper body laying gracefully on the bed with her wild dark hair all around her. He smiled slightly, his finger tips sliding down her legs and back towards the lacy thong, where his fingers hooked under the simple threads and he slowly slipped them off, exposing her lower half, but leaving his t-shirt. Even if she was swimming in the soft, plain fabric, it was his. As she was his as well, and he was hers. He lifted her feet so they rested on his shoulders and he was able to pull off her underwear and toss them in the general direction towards the door so they wouldn't accidentally catch fire. He turned his head, his lips pressing a quick, soft kiss to the fragile bone of her ankle, before depositing her legs onto the bed.

Kris slid his sweater over his head, letting it pool on the ground by his feet. Reaching his hand behind his back, with one quick flick of his wrist, his fingers untied the metal wiring that kept his wings pinned to his back. Slowly, his wings unfurled, glowing silver and white in the light. Each soft feather rippled softly as they curled upward from the V scar in his back. The shadows and light flickered like shadowy tattoos from his broad muscles to the strong arms that coiled under smooth skin and veins snaked up underneath to the sharp cut of his hips into the line of his jeans. Kris smiled slightly, crawling up onto the bed so he was blanketing her, but he kept his weight on his knees and elbows so he wouldn't crush her under his own weight.

His wings sprawled out, relaxing as the tension seemed to release from him now that they were laying together, both half naked. They seemed to create a soft, pulsing blanket of heat around them. His wings seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes, and they definitely liked Friday. The feathers shivered, like they did whenever Kris found himself aroused and curled against her, the tips of them hanging over the side of the bed. Kris sank back a little on his heels and his fingers ran over the strip of skin exposed as the t-shirt rode up. Kris wasn't one to say much in terms of banter or dirty talk, since usually his mouth was a little preoccupied. His mouth curled on the edge of her hip and trailed up her stomach, fingers pushing his shirt away as he kissed little butterfly kisses all the way up on her sternum until he reached where the curve of her breasts met the shirt and left the shirt on. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a desperate and heated kiss, his usual control lost in it.

When Kris pulled back, he was breathing hard and sweat curled the edges of his dark hair at his temples and cheeks and neckline. "I'll love you forever." He murmured, and for a moment, he felt his emotions swell up in his chest and his eyes gleamed with something other than lust. A tender love, and his fingers, calloused and scarred, against her cheekbone. "Thank you," He whispered, his eyes conveying how much this meant to him. That she'd done this, and even if it had been simple, it was the most anyone had done for him in years. Kris had never really had anyone to care about his birthday, and she'd given him something simple, but it had been her. Her thought, her idea, her love. "Thank you so much." And it seemed like he wasn't just talking about the birthday, it was a thank you for everything she's done. Been her for him on tough days, built home for him to come to, loved him almost as much as he loved her. And he sealed that thank you with a passionate kiss, his tongue slipped along her mouth and his hand cupping her face to keep her pressed as close to him as possible.