Don't ask. I don't know. I blush madly. Just kill me please xD

 Oh, and just before you get on with my new one shot - lemon, I'd like to introduce my new story, which is again Akatsuki no Yona x Reader, called The Mauve Dragon. If you want, you can check it out. ^^

 Gosh, I have so many ideas for stories. Can someone please tell me which anime should I watch next? Any ideas, someone, please?

 ON WITH TEH STOREH *yells with a bottle of rom*

 AYAY, CAPTAIN, THIS IS NYXIE, FLYING AWAY INTO THE LANDS OF THE PILLOWS. YAAAR...

 Btw writing a lemon with this guy was tougher than I thought. Welp, I hope you like it though. Behehehe....

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Sadness. This was what she felt after they had succeeded in retrieving the Dresden Slates. She was happy that her lover would finally achieve what he wanted, but something cloudy formed inside her heart.

"(Y/N), you seem to be not here." Mr. Iwa chuckled, drinking from the bottle of beer.

"No. I'm fine." (Y/N) smiled, taking her plate with food towards the other part of the table, sighing.

Yes, she was happy for her loved one. But she wasn't sure if she was happy.

Hours had passed since dinner time. No one decided to question (Y/N), knowing its better to leave her alone with her thoughts.

She was both happy and sad.

Happy that they had given her a chance to be alone.

And sad, because a certain person didn't came to talk things out with her.

"Nagare..." She whispered to herself.

She walked towards the Dresden Slate, sliding her fingers along the hard surface of the stone.

"I hope this thing makes you happy, my King." She sighed, tearing up. "Because it sure doesn't make me happy."

She lost the attention that he always gave her. She adored the moments when both of them would stay all night, watching something through the monitors, joking around, even though it wasn't in Nagare's style.

She missed everything. Ever since her King had succeeded in killing Suoh Mikoto, the Red King, with the help of the ex-Colorless King, he had launched the long waited mission. And even now, after they had succeeded with the Slates... He continued to ignore her.

She punched the Slates with her fist, electricity radiating out of it, forming circles around (Y/N)'s wrist.

She yelped, stumbling backwards as the new energy tried to enter her body.

Scared it might continue approaching her, she ran as fast as she could to the the other other part of the quarters, where her so called "bedroom" was.

Everything was simple inside. That's what she wanted. No screaming colours. Just warm, beautiful ones.

She crashed her body on the mattress of her bed, sobbing on her pillow.

"Why?!" She screamed, but it came out more like a mumble under her nose.

"(Y/N)?" A voice echoed from behind.

She instantly knew who stood there and quickly raised her head.

"N-Nagare?" She choked out, trying to stop herself from crying more.

Her beautiful (e/c) eyes were wide in shock as she saw her loved one without the wheelchair and vest he was usually with.

"How..."

"The energy radiating from the Dresden Slates." He cut her off as if he had read her mind.

(Y/N)'s skin prickled at the mention of radiating energy, moments from just a few minutes ago entering her mind.

 "You seem to zone out a bit more than usual." He stated the obvious fact, which made her chuckle.

 "Yes."

 "Why?"

 "I don't know."

 Moments after she said those words, something pushed her on the mattress by the shoulders.

 "You are lying." Her King's face was just inches away from hers, making the (h/c) haired woman stiff.

 "I am not."

 "You are. Why?" His body was pressed up against hers, cutting all chances of (Y/N) to escape.

 She flinched at the coldness of the tone he spoke with, tears filling her eyes.

 Not moving even for a second from his unique eyes, she yelled what had always troubled her, after so much time.

 "I miss you, Nagare! I miss our moments together, you dummy! Yes, I may sound selfish and all, but you act cold around me, like I am a stranger. Even now, your voice shows how less you care about the feelings I have towards you!"

 Not expecting this answer, the Green King stared wide eyed at the woman underneath him. Shortly afterwards, he looked away, sighing.

 "I  never expected to feel something for someone." He started, making the woman gasp inside her thoughts, "It was caused by the fact that I do not have a heart like you and the others... But I still feel something ticklish in my chest, something throbbing inside my body, whenever I am next to you." He leaned in towards her, kissing her roughly on the lips, his hands moving away from her shoulders, slowly proceeding towards her wrists as he brought them up above her head.

 The sensation filled her body in an instant, the burning pain in her heart tickling every time he touched her skin.

 One cloth after another fell next to the bed as they now lied naked. (Y/N) was on top of the man she loved, her fingers trailing down his cold skin. Out of the sudden, he grabbed her by the waist, rolling her underneath his body, kissing her forehead as if he promised her something with each kiss he planted.

 His slender fingers left burning marks everywhere he touched her. His kisses started going downwards, from the forehead to the lips, from the lips into the crook of the neck, from the neck to the chest, where he teased (Y/N) a bit, although it wasn't in his style and then he made lines with his tongue on her stomach, making the young girl's skin prickle from the pleasure he gave her.

 Although she somewhat preferred his dark green hair, she felt the pleasure of sliding her fingers through his now white, messy one, while he continued teasing her.

 (Y/N) silently held her moans, fearing the others might hear her from the other parts of the quarters.

 "You know you can moan my name as much as you'd like." He simply said, like it was no big deal.

 He then cupped her right breast, sucking on top if it lightly, but enough to make the woman underneath him squirm, moaning what she held for herself.

 (Y/N) had never imagined something like this. Yes, she would sometimes imagine herself and Nagare after all this (A/N: Insert sad bells here, sorry, I just had to ruin the moment XD), but she had never expected that things will get... so hot.

 Nagare used the opportunity, while she was thinking of something, to slowly enter inside her (A/N: Knock, knock, whose there? Okay, okay, okay, I'm stopping.), causing (Y/N) to gasp.

 The new feeling inside her, the pain, the pleasure, everything mixed together, almost making her faint, but she shook her head, gripping tightly on her King's pale skin, enough to make them reddish in colour.

 "(Y/N)..." Nagare, whispered, his hands slowly wrapping around the slim body that shook in pleasure, as he continued thrusting inside her.

 "Nagare!" She moaned again and again as she began to reach the end point.

 He then turned them around, (Y/N) on top as he thrust in her one last time, before both of them finishing. (A/N: Cuz ooooone last tiiiiime. I need to be freeeee... *smacks myself with a rock*)

 Her body felt heavy, her head was empty. She barely had energy, which made her fall asleep, her head resting on his chest, while her whole body lied on his well toned one, despite the fact that he did not do any physical activity. Nagare chuckled, brushing away a few locks of her (h/c) hair from her forehead, caressing it afterwards.

 "Goodnight, princess..." He mumbled, feeling his own body heavy, which soon lead him to the land of dreams.