Title: that color (on you)
Rating: T
Fandom: Starlight Vega
Relationship: Lyria/Aria Reid
Wordcount: 375
Short summary: Aria was merely amusing herself with a magazine when Lyria returns to their bedroom and does her usual, turning something innocent into...
“Hmm… I think this color would look spectacular on you.”
Aria looks up from the magazine on the bed into Lyria’s bright red eyes and then back down, away from that intense stare. Once again Aria is feeling overwhelmed. She had merely been amusing herself while Lyria was trapped doing princess duties, but once Lyria returned it morphed into a half-reading, half-cuddling session with Lyria basically pasting herself against Aria’s body so she could also “read what Aria was reading”.
“Color?”
Aria supposes at least this magazine is just talking about fabrics and colors instead of…clothes that Aria definitely couldn’t wear, not even with Lyria’s insistence. Aria isn’t sure which color Lyria is referring to at first, because is she…would she…really be pointing at the color on this page most similar to that of her own hair and clothes? But then again this is Lyria, someone who doesn’t lack in confidence when it comes to her own beauty.
“This, uh, reddish orangish color?” Aria asks, turning her face once more towards Lyria. Gosh, that stare is still so intense!
“Flame-of-burnt-Brandy…” Lyria says, reading each word slowly. She licks her lips. “Sounds delicious too.”
Delicious? Aria gulps. “I’m not old enough to drink…”
Lyria laughs. “No worries. We don’t have those rules in Vega.” She presses her lips to Aria’s ear. “I can get you anything you want here.”
Aria shivers. Is she actually interested in drinking brandy or is this just her reaction to Lyria’s flirtations? Regardless she’s sure of one thing. “I think you’ll enjoy it more than me…”
Lyria nibbles on Aria’s earlobe a bit before pulling away. “You’re right. I will enjoy it.” She turns Aria’s face and lifts Aria’s chin. “Very, very much.”
The way that Lyria closes in for a searing kiss indicates that the conversation has shifted well away from colors and clothes and drinks, because none of these “flame-of-burnt-brandy” or whatever things are part of this, only Lyria’s hot mouth and her hands on Aria’s skin and…
And soon Aria forgets everything about this conversation. It’s only a few days later, when Lyria presents to her an orange-colored set of lacy underwear, that Aria remembers everything…especially what happened when the kissing began in earnest…