escordvi | closed 🌠⚡ it's far too easy to miss the beauty in the simple things

All kinds, I think... Though, I never really had much of a need to learn them before. Not like here, and even then, I don't really know much about them at all.

[She pauses, pondering a bit, as she stares up at the stars, but every last bit of her focus is turned to him—how he moves, how he breathes, how she can feel him looking at her again.]

There was one that looked like... a bear. A fish. A lion... Sort of like the constellations here. Though... not quite the same.

[A low hum of understanding at that.]

Want to make your own?

My own?

[Her arm slides further around him, holding herself closer, and she finally shifts her gaze to him.]

What do you mean...? Like, draw one out in the stars?

[Another low hum as he smiles softly at her.]

Constellations are made with stars that remain consistent, but you can make out any shape from any of them.

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Then...

[Her gaze lingers before she looks up again.]

Help me find a wolf and a rabbit.

[A quiet laugh at that.]

I thought you would ask for that.

[He glances at her and then looks back up.]

Should it be their faces? Or running or standing...

Hmm. Let's go with... running together, if we can find them.

[She smiles, burying her face into his shoulder for a moment for a giggle.]

They're quick, so they might be elusive.

[There's his own huff of laughter to match hers as he scans the skies.]

Hm... What about over there? Looks like that cluster could form the ears.

Hmm?

[She leans in closer to follow his gaze, her cheek nearly pressed to his now.]

Ah, I think I see it.

[Her voice grows quieter. Softer.]

And if you look carefully, just above it, it looks like there could be four legs, if you connect the stars... [She gestures with her finger pointing up to the sky.] Like that.

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[With her cheek pressed against his, his attention shifts from the stars to her, and he doesn't even look at the stars she's pointing at. Instead his gaze has shifted to her, and he answers in a quiet voice.]

...What do you think the wolf will do once he catches the rabbit?

[How much longer can she distract herself with the stars when her breath flutters the way that it does as his breath tickles her cheek? She stares up at them for a moment more, pretending like she's drawing out the lines herself, but slowly, she lets her gaze drift away and fall back to him, her hand dropping to his chest.]

I don't know a lot about wolves... but I can make a few guesses.

[Her eyes flick to his lips and then back up to meet his gaze, curiosity gleaming in them, her lashes fluttering slightly before they widen almost expectantly.]

[He says the way her eyes travel, and there's a light smirk before he shifts to lean in closer.]

Let's see if you're right.

[He closes the distance then, lips pressing firmly against hers before his hand threads behind her hair to cup the back of her head and pull her more to him. The kiss is soft and slow at first, but it doesn't take long for it deepen, as if slowly savoring her taste.]

[Just as she thought he might do, she accepts the kiss in full, sighing softly against his lips when he takes hers. Her own touch is tentative, like this is the first time that she is kissing him, only because she doesn't know what to do with these feelings of hers. That violent fluttering in her stomach that makes her hands tremble as she reaches for him, grabbing his shirt in her fists so that she can pull him and hold him closer. That wild beating of her heart that had already been racing long before this.

There is just something about kissing him under the stars, in this quiet and peaceful place, that makes her feel everything she does so much more fully.]

I was right.

[She murmurs as she comes up for air, only to drown herself in him again, her arms going around his shoulders and tugging him so that she can fall to her side and bury them both in the tall wildflowers that surround them.]

[Her movements make him roll to be half over her, and like this he kisses her a little more roughly, a touch feverish as he wants more and more of her taste and the feel of her body against his. Despite the thicker scent of wildflowers around them, it's her own that wraps around him. Tempts him.]

You said you had a few guesses...

[A playful nip at her lips.]

What else are you hoping for?

[She huffs, the sound between a laugh and a pleased sigh at his teeth grazing her lips, and her body arches into his slightly without thought, that need for closeness growing alongside something else that's hot and inexplicable, a feeling that seeps into every nerve and limb.]

I'm a pretty simple girl... I don't expect much.

[Her lashes flutter as she slowly opens her eyes to meet his gaze, her breath catching at the backdrop of stars behind him.]

Yet I somehow am always surprised.

[A low hum, his eyes lingering on hers as he can see the stars reflected in them.]

You are the birthday girl... If you have any special requests I could grant them.

[Another sharp intake of breath as her mind briefly wanders, and she has to scramble to reel her thoughts back in before she lets herself get too distracted by it all.

For a moment, she's silent, and her hands move to his back, her fingers tracing gently over the curve of his spine, slowly and carefully, a ghost of a touch there. There are some things that she wants but isn't quite sure how to express those desires. She never was good at it—it was a rare thing for a long time where anyone actually cared to ask what it was she wished for, and so she just never really bothered to say.

So, she ends up settling on something else.]

I... want to know what you want.

[There's just a low laugh as he leans in closer, the touch of her hand tempting, but...]

That's not how it works.

[He's going to hold back until she actually voices her desires.]

I want to hear what you want.

[She huffs a laugh in return.]

Should've known...

[And now, in spite of the cooler night air, she feels her cheeks growing warm, and she presses a palm against his back now, savouring the warmth against her fingertips.]

I want...

[So much. There are so many things that she wants right now, but also... so few that would make her happier than she is.

Her voice lowers to a near whisper.]

I want you to stop holding back with me.

[His gaze sharpens for a moment as the implications are made clear. And for a moment he doesn't answer before she'll feel his lips brush against hers.]

So...

[They then travel down her jaw to her neck.]

Like this?

[And as he slowly kisses her skin, his body will shift to be more over her, his hands now running down her sides—slowly. As if to let her feel how his fingertips run over every inch.]

[She hums her affirmation with a sigh, chasing that brush of his lips, but she is just a little too slow before he descends further, that touch on her neck making her arch up in both surprise and satisfaction. The weight of him shifting over her like this makes her body heat, every inch of her skin crawling with a newly lit fire.

She nods, words lost to her for a moment, as her fingers thread through his hair, hands shaking nervously, pulling him closer.]

You're too gentle sometimes.

[Well when he can feel her hands tremble like they do...]

So you like it rough?

[A question that doesn't wait for answer as his teeth sink into her skin for a sharp bite, one where his teeth will knead and work the spot before his tongue runs over it, feeling the indentations and savoring her taste before feeling her pulse to bite there next.

All while his hands have moved to her hips and grip them tightly, keeling her more in place beneath him.]

[The sound that she makes when she feels his teeth on her throat should be answer enough, a soft moan rewarded into his ear as she tips her head back further into the flowers, granting him more skin.]

I guess I do...

[She whispers it to him, that trembling carrying into her voice as well, a nervousness beneath that playful hum. Her hands wander down so that they can wrap over his hands clutching her hips, and she presses his fingers into her further, more firmly, her own grip reassuring.]

Don't worry about me. ... I've wanted this for... a while.

...Good.

[His lips press firmly against her skin as he speaks, her scent stronger now that it's almost overwhelming—intoxicating. In fact all of her is.]

Because I'll do as you wish and no longer hold back.

[Another rough bite, his hands gripping her hips forcing her to jerk up against him before his hands snake under shirt, sliding over abdomen and sides before reaching for her chest. There is no hesitation in his actions now, unlike how he was in the past. He's more sure of himself and in where they are in their relationship, so while he be mindful, he will continue forward.]

[And that is exactly what she has wanted. Yes, her heart may be fragile, may hesitate every now and then, but she is not. In a sea of doubts and uncertainties, where she may often waver on a lot of things, of this she has never been more sure of anything in a long time. Sure of how much she wants this—wants him, as she feels his hands move over her, skin finally touching skin, her body more starved for that feeling than she had realized until now.

Even more so when she feels the certainty behind his actions, his touch, the way that his lips devour her and his body lowers over her. She lifts up off the grass, her back arching again into his touch, seeking out more of the heat in his fingertips.

No longer able to stand the cold against her lips, she seeks him out, dragging him back up for another proper kiss, her lips parting in invitation to him and to draw him in. She needs this, too—to lose herself in everything that he is, and so she takes just as much.

Only to pause as she is forced to come up for air, whispering his name as she presses her forehead to his.]

But what about you...?

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