[It had really been just an act to tease her, nothing more. But when her eyes meet his, a different kind of heat ignites, that want to do more starting to burn. He had been holding back, allowing himself only a little here and there, but now that they're up here, alone, with her so precariously perched between wanting to flee and being pulled in, that desire to pull her in before she can fly returns.
And he almost reaches up to grab her hand before those fireworks suddenly start, the lights flying up behind her to explode and cast that shadow from behind her until there is enough to even capture the light of her eyes as she continues to stare at him.
Almost.
Instead he lets her free herself and turn away, his eyes focusing on the side of her face that he can see that are illuminated and colored by the exploding lights before he forces him to cast his gaze upward.
There is something to be said about the display, the brilliant colors filling the dark night sky with that red moon giving everything a reddish hue. There are even some that make shapes or words, which is a lot more impressive than anything they had back in Valisthea, which were just simple bursts of color and aether. So he could appreciate it...for a few moments.
But only a few.
Because whenever his eyes drift down, he's again captured instead by Benedikta's profile and the colors reflected there instead. Captured instead by her warmth caught in his arms, feeling her every move, every breath, every tension. And when the wind blows past them, her hair would gently rustle and lift, revealing the soft, white skin of her nape.
He would think that at his age he would be better at controlling his emotions. That after everything they've been through he would have mellowed out or be content to just hold her like this. To be content in just...having her in his arms at all. To once again feel her warmth, something that he thought he had lost forever.
But after last night, after all he learned and realized, it's difficult for him to not want more or to feel a bit more strongly than before. He still doesn't want to rush her or push her too hard, nor does he want them to just be physical with no heart in it, but dammit. Even after all these years he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Only difference is, he's the only one who can actually handle her burns, feast on it.
And now, having already teased and tasted her once, his lips are drawn to that exposed patch of skin, lightly brushing over the back of her nape first before pressing more firmly into a kiss. The fireworks were long forgotten, the sound of his own pulse drumming in his ears drowning it out instead, the rush of her warmth and scent muting everything else. And after that first kiss, his lips will travel further towards one of her secret spots back there.
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And he almost reaches up to grab her hand before those fireworks suddenly start, the lights flying up behind her to explode and cast that shadow from behind her until there is enough to even capture the light of her eyes as she continues to stare at him.
Almost.
Instead he lets her free herself and turn away, his eyes focusing on the side of her face that he can see that are illuminated and colored by the exploding lights before he forces him to cast his gaze upward.
There is something to be said about the display, the brilliant colors filling the dark night sky with that red moon giving everything a reddish hue. There are even some that make shapes or words, which is a lot more impressive than anything they had back in Valisthea, which were just simple bursts of color and aether. So he could appreciate it...for a few moments.
But only a few.
Because whenever his eyes drift down, he's again captured instead by Benedikta's profile and the colors reflected there instead. Captured instead by her warmth caught in his arms, feeling her every move, every breath, every tension. And when the wind blows past them, her hair would gently rustle and lift, revealing the soft, white skin of her nape.
He would think that at his age he would be better at controlling his emotions. That after everything they've been through he would have mellowed out or be content to just hold her like this. To be content in just...having her in his arms at all. To once again feel her warmth, something that he thought he had lost forever.
But after last night, after all he learned and realized, it's difficult for him to not want more or to feel a bit more strongly than before. He still doesn't want to rush her or push her too hard, nor does he want them to just be physical with no heart in it, but dammit. Even after all these years he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Only difference is, he's the only one who can actually handle her burns, feast on it.
And now, having already teased and tasted her once, his lips are drawn to that exposed patch of skin, lightly brushing over the back of her nape first before pressing more firmly into a kiss. The fireworks were long forgotten, the sound of his own pulse drumming in his ears drowning it out instead, the rush of her warmth and scent muting everything else. And after that first kiss, his lips will travel further towards one of her secret spots back there.
One only he knows.]