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

[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...?

What about me?

[There's a small flicker of impatience when she interrupts the kiss, and already his lips hungrily takes hers so that even if she wants to answer it'll be difficult.

By now her shirt is halfway up her, his hands cupping and groping her chest as they fit quite perfectly in his larger hands. He hasn't pushed under the bra yet, but that doesn't stop him from exploring and teasing her nonetheless.]

[He'll feel her heart racing under his hand, see it in the way her chest rises and falls rapidly to catch her breath through reddened lips. She had already felt like she was coming undone, but he had taken that final thread and tugged and tugged until it slowly unraveled her, and now here she is in this half state, a heat growing where their bodies meet, and staring up at him as she catches her breath and butterflies burst to life in her belly.]

You...

[When he finally gives her a moment again, even if it's just for a breath before she is taking his lips just as hungrily, yet there is some tentativeness there as well.]

You haven't told me what you want.

Isn't it obvious?

[She'll feel the pull of her bra moving downward as his voice is low growl. To have her still asking about it... In one sense he understands since it wasn't that long ago where he had questioned the same and wanted to be sure. But now? Now he doesn't want to wait anymore.]

It's you.

[Beneath the heat in her eyes, something else shimmers in them. Hope, maybe? Relief? No, it's something else that runs far, far deeper than that, to a place where she doesn't dare tread. A place where she is still a little too scared to look, even if she knows the truth of it. Has known the truth of it for a while...

But she does not want to go there now. Doesn't want any more of those thoughts to loom over her. Not when she has him here in the flowers beneath the stars, in a moment that is so perfect that she fears even breathing would shatter it.]

I just... I want you to be sure that this is what you want, too.

[Yet even still, she does not want him to regret a thing. Does not want him fearing for her after.

So she leans up to kiss him a little more softly, as if seeking the answer in the warmth of his lips against her own.]

Because I want it, too. This. Us...

[Her hands slide up his arms and then down, before she moves them to slip beneath his shirt, her palms hot against his stomach as she gently nudges the fabric away.]

[There's a moment where he stares down at her, something deep reflected in his eyes. And while he had debated on the timing, whether if it's too soon or if he should wait...]

I love you.

[The words spill out, anyway. Words that he does not try or want to retract.]

I only want you because I love you.

[Instead he wants to be very clear on where he stands. Are they still kind of early in their relationship? Romantically, yes, but... They've known each other for longer than that, haven't they? And he knows, he is absolutely certain he wouldn't be here if he didn't feel this way towards her. Would not be seeking such a committed relationship because he's not the type to date someone without that kind of intention. It's why he hasn't dated anyone ever before.

But with Tifa...

He does.]

[She freezes at those words. Or maybe it's the rest of the world that freezes around them? Or maybe it's both? It certainly feels that way, and for a moment, none of this feels real. It feels like another dream so delicate that, if she so much as breathes, will shatter out from under her. She stares up at him, at the stars behind him, at that look in his eyes, and at the lips that had spoken them, as if searching for any sign that this could or could not be real, all the while her heart leaps and bounds in her chest, racing its way to him.

Had she been ready to hear it? She doesn't know. Had she been ready to admit that much herself? No, definitely not, but...

As she gazes at him and sees the depth in his eyes, the meaning that shines within them so crystal clear, she doesn't think that it matters anymore. It was that place that she was not prepared to go, if only because she really does fear the fickle nature of this world, but would it be so terrible to at least allow herself that happiness? Why shield herself from it only because she is afraid of losing it all? Maybe that's why she's been the way she has lately... Too afraid that if she breaks from routine, from normalcy, that it will change everything. She dug her heels in and so desperately tried to bury her roots, but she'd become scared of toppling over at the slightest breeze.

And this is so much more than that and yet...]

I... I love you.

[The words spill out of her in turn, her heart saying them before anything else in her could stop them, even if she wanted to. But she doesn't. Is it too early in their relationship? Maybe, but it is easy to forget of all the things that they had been through before that. Of the friendship that they had forged beneath everything else that she doesn't have to fear losing him if this... if they don't work.]

I love you, too. I have... I think, for a long time.

[She doesn't realize that tears have started to well up in her eyes until she feels the burn of them, but they are far from sad. They come from a place of relief and joy at finally being able to admit it aloud, and she deflates into the flowers with a sigh as a weight finally feels like it's been lifted.]

[Even if he was mostly sure she felt the same, hearing it from her own lips brings both relief and joy, feelings that are reflected clearly in his eyes and in the soft smile that forms.]

...I think I have, too.

[It may have evolved from different forms of love, but it was there. That affection, that closeness, that attraction. Even if he may not have been aware of it for most of the time, whenever he looks back he's certain it had been there and grown all this time.]

So...don't question it anymore.

[His words a low whisper before his lips take hers into a soft kiss, one that will last and linger, naturally deepen as it prolongs.]

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