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Byleth shouldn’t have agreed to this.
Annette had just looked so desperate though, when she told her. She, like Byleth, also typically avoided these kinds of parties, but following a high profile success at her job, she was expected to show her face and kiss up a little to the stakeholders involved. Byleth recalled the despairing way she had brandished the invitation – smelling of spicy perfume, adorned with sweeping calligraphy and a little blue Fhirdiad crest at the top – like it was toxic waste while she begged Byleth to be her plus one.
Now, she felt bad, but she was regretting her choice to support her friend. Annette had been pulled aside almost half an hour ago by a group of distinguished-looking lords to discuss the details of her accomplishment, and Byleth was left to mingle : an activity she was convinced was sent by the Goddess to punish her specifically. Everyone was so important and rich, it felt strange to admit to them that she was a teacher, at a public school no less. It reminded her of her days at Garreg Mach Academy, where the kids would ask what family she was from and she would have to admit she was only able to attend because as the history teacher her dad was able to send her there for free.
Besides that, it was a formal event, and though the one shoulder, sequined, floor length, navy blue evening dress with a generous leg slit certainly wasn’t out of place at this kind of event, it was not at all what she was used to wearing. The room was warm, but the snowstorm visible outside was making her feel chilly regardless, and her heels were starting to dig painfully into the back of her feet. The light in the room was warm and low, and the whole place was decorated extravagantly with red velvets, fluffy white fake snow trim, green garlands, and gold ornaments so she had to strain her eyes to look for a place to sit through the crowd.
Perfect. She had spotted an empty white settee in the corner, and the path to it passed by the refreshment table. Now all she had to do was walk with purpose – she was very busy and had no time to talk to anyone. She collected herself a drink (water, it was never a good idea to drink at these kinds of events), a small collection of different cookies (she was going to enjoy herself somehow), and sat down. Blissfully, no one interrupted her mission.
Just as she was going to start on the gingerbread after a successful expedition into the snowball cookies, she felt the settee shift as someone sat down next to her. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. But the person didn’t speak to her right away, instead there was a breathy exhale to her right and the unmistakable feeling of someone leaning back into the seat. Curiosity piqued, she looked over and nearly dropped her tiny plastic cup of water.
There, seated right next to her, eyes closed, head tilted toward the ceiling, and eyebrows furrowed, was her ex-boyfriend and heir to one of the biggest financial institutions in all of Fodlan– Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.
He had grown his hair out. It was cut in rough layers with the longest layer brushing just past the top of his shoulders and the shortest past his eyes in an overgrown fringe. He had it half tied up. His shoulders were broader too, and even sitting Byleth could tell he’d gotten taller. He was wearing a tailored black suit with a blue tie, and he looked the most stressed she’d ever seen him.
He clearly hadn’t noticed she was here. She hadn’t anticipated encountering him. Would it be immature for her to leave? Probably. It had been six years since the breakup, and things had ended… well, they hadn’t spoken since, but neither of them had really been angry about things. They had different futures. He was to go to a prestigious private business college and start working at his father’s company – preparation for eventually taking over. She meanwhile, had followed her father’s footsteps and gone to a public university to become a teacher.
They hadn’t really talked about it much, and the relationship had been clandestine to start with. At the time, she’d thought of herself as doing a great favor for Dimitri, by keeping things quiet, but looking back on it, it was a selfish decision. She’d been insecure about what people would say if they found out the free tuition kid was dating what was sure to become one of Fodlan’s most powerful people. He’d never argued about it. In fact, they hadn’t really talked about anything serious at all at the time. It had mostly been making out in the gym storage room, talking about classes together, and him buying her flowers. After all, they’d been teenagers.
Dimitri leaned forward, put his head in his hands, and took a deep breath, seeming to compose himself. Then he sat up and opened his eyes, finally noticing he wasn’t alone. It was almost comical, watching him realize who she was. Byleth had half been hoping he wouldn’t remember her; she’d been smaller and shier in the academy, trying to tame her wavy hair with thick headbands and tight braids and hiding her growing figure under the academy jacket and the longest skirt the academy issued.
“Byleth?”
She swirled the water around in her tiny cup, looking away from his face, shocked open and vulnerable.
“Hey Dimitri, how have you been?”
“I’ve been… well. How are you?”
She looked back at him. Maybe she would have missed it when she was younger, but as she turned her head his eyes flicked upward. He’d been looking. The already warm room grew warmer.
“I’m good. Work calms down this time of year, you know. All the kids are about to go on Christmas break, so if I’m not feeling it one day I can just throw together some crafts and a Christmas movie and call it a day.”
“Right. So, you became a teacher then?”
“Yup, elementary school. They’re all brats, but I love them.”
“How did you…?”
She laughed. It was so like Dimitri to try to find a delicate way to ask an indelicate question.
“I’m here with my friend Annette, she had to come but was afraid to so I’m her plus one, but now she’s been dragged away from me.”
Byleth gestured to the pack of people surrounding Annette while she chattered nervously.
“I see.” He wrung his hands together over his lap. They were big, bigger than they were, long and strong fingers with wide palms and defined veins running over the back of them. Fuck.
“How about you? Family obligations, I suppose?”
“Yes, family, work, it's more or less the same thing nowadays.”
“That sucks.”
The corners of Dimitri’s lips turned up.
“I forgot about how blunt you are. It’s refreshing.”
Byleth squeezed her thighs together and downed the last of her water. Goddess, this was a bad idea. It was a bad idea and she was a bad person for thinking about it. But the room was unbearably hot now, and the noise pressed in on all sides, and Annette was busy. Dimitri was clearly stressed, and it had been so long since she’d had anyone, and he’d been checking her out just now, hadn’t he? There was something just so magnetizing about him. There had been at the academy too, but now it was even more pronounced. His electric blue eyes, the way he tried to be so formal but couldn’t really maintain it around her. He was stressed, and that made her want to take him apart. She was an adult, wasn’t she? She could make her own bad decisions. Besides, he might not even bite on her offer.
“Have you been here before?”
“Yes.”
It was a haggard yes, as if there were many tedious business events associated with this location.
“Is there somewhere where we can cool off, get away from the crowd?”
Dimitri’s eyebrows furrowed again and he reached forward, pressing his palm against her forehead. That was definitely not what she was expecting, but then again, he’d always been a sweetheart, even way back at the academy.
“You do feel quite warm. Come on, I know a place.”
He took her hand in his own and gently led her through the crowd and a small door to an empty conference room which had a large table at the center, but no chairs. The door shut behind them and immediately muted the noise of the party. There were big glass windows looking out into the back of the building on the far wall, and the snowfall was completely silent, but somehow also made the world quieter too. The sun had long since set, but the light reflecting on the snow outside shone through and made her dress glitter.
“Is that better?”
“Much.”
Dimitri had not let go of her hand. He was standing close to her, and now shamelessly staring her up and down.
“I didn’t say, but you look beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks.”
A nervous look passed his face.
“Byleth… I –”
They were very close now, faces inches from each other, and feeling each other's breaths. His jawline was more defined now than it had been before. Before she realized it, she had placed her hand on it to feel and then he was kissing her.
The rush from it went from her fingertips all the way down her spine and settled in her lower belly. She stroked her thumb over his cheek and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Dimitri made a satisfied noise in his throat and placed his hand on her bare thigh where the slit of her dress exposed it and fondled it. She’d already been a little sticky before, but him claiming her leg so quickly with his strong fingers made her wet in earnest. He buried his other hand in her hair and maneuvered them so that she was sitting on top of the conference room table.
Byleth ran her hands down his body; she wanted to see all the ways it had changed since she’d last touched it. It was firmer with muscle, broader, and more responsive too. He leaned in as she pulled at his tie and broke from the kiss to press their foreheads together and look at her.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered.
“I thought –” he brushed the back of his fingers down the side of her neck “ – I’d never get to see you again.”
Byleth took a shaky breath.
“Does the door lock?”
Dimitri’s eyes went dark in a way she’d never seen before. His stiff cock was pressing into her leg through his pants.
“Are you sure?”
“That’s why I asked you to take me away to begin with,” she admitted, moving her hips off the table and up towards him without realizing it. The little shame she’d had was gone and replaced with a throbbing need, now slick and impatient between her legs.
That was all the confirmation Dimitri needed, and he reached toward the door, clicked a lock shut, and came straight back to her, his hand immediately claiming her thigh once again. The snowstorm outside was still raging, the conference room cold and empty, but as he kissed her, she grew almost as hot as she’d been inside the party. One of his hands traced further and further up her thigh, and the other down her collarbone to one of her tits. He was closing in on the most sensitive parts of her from both sides and the anticipation made her gasp. He knew what he was doing, Byleth had sensitive tits and Dimitri had liked nothing more than playing with them in the past.
She yanked at his tie and worked the buttons of the front of his shirt as he grasped at her like a starved man. As she exposed his bare chest, she kissed down it and his cock twitched against her leg in response, the fabric of his pants feeling damp against her skin. Nothing had changed, he still got so wet.
At the same time everything had changed, neither of them had any of their academy shyness and he seemed ravenous in a way he never was before. It was driving her mad.
“Dimitri, please –”
Just as she began to beg he pushed aside her panties and sank a finger into her, curling it up to stroke the top of her walls. Byleth moaned, and fell fully against the conference room table with a rattle, arching her back as he added a second finger and used his other hand to pinch her nipple through her dress. As she came down back into herself from that intense wave of pleasure she managed to groan out,
“Not fair. You know what that does to me.”
“I’d say it's perfectly fair,” Dimitri replied, trying to keep his composure but panting out the words. “I earned this knowledge many years ago through hard work.”
He licked a stripe up her neck and she shuddered.
“Fine. I have knowledge too, you know.” Byleth leaned forward, and undid his pants before gripping and stroking his cock with a twist in her wrist, pushing her heels off her feet at the same time to wrap both legs around him and pull him toward her.
Dimitri fell forward, palm from the hand that wasn’t deep inside her slapping the table as he came down – hair disheveled and in his face. He smiled at her. Abruptly yanking his fingers out of her, he brought his sticky hand to her back and searched for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down and pushing it out of the way before attacking her left breast with his mouth. Byleth felt the cool plasterboard table on the bare skin of her back and would have shivered if it weren’t for his warm and wet hand lingering there as well. His attention to her chest sent a jolt all the way through her, and only made her desperation worse. She wanted something in her, and found herself sorely missing his fingers.
She was still stroking his cock, heavy and hard in her hand. It was both thicker and longer than it had been when they were eighteen. She wanted to feel all of it. He nibbled at her nipple and rubbed her with his thumb at the same time causing Byleth to cry out, no longer even caring if the rest of the party could hear them. He took his mouth off of her and groaned against her chest in response. She could take it no longer, she was dripping, aching, for something inside of her.
“Please, Dimitri,” she gasped.
Halfway through his name, Dimitri obliged and pushed inside of her, filling her more than she ever remembered him filling her before. He was holding himself off the table by an elbow now, fondling her with the other hand and kissing her in between whispering words of praise in her ear.
“Oh, goddess, you’re so perfect.”
“Yes, beautiful, just like that.”
“So pretty and warm, I missed you so much.”
She recalled how embarrassing she found this as a teenager, but couldn’t remember why she felt that way. As he moved faster she felt the tension in her build and build, accelerated by his precious words, breathed only to her. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled herself off the table to chase the feeling. She wanted to be closer, closer, closer. He nuzzled his head into hers as she clung unto him, and moaned,
“Ah, beloved.”
Hearing his old nickname for her is what undid her. She came apart, clenching tight around his cock and keening into his shoulder. At the same time he buried himself even deeper in her, groaning as she felt him release into her. They both collapsed back down onto the table, Dimitri allowing his whole upper body weight to rest on her, breathing heavily. After a few moments he cleared his throat.
“So, what I was going to say before any of this was – Byleth, would you like to go to dinner sometime?”
Byleth felt herself bubble over with laughter and then kissed the top of his head.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Annette didn’t speak to her for a week for abandoning her at the party, and when they exited the conference room, someone had turned the volume up on the Christmas music playing.