Kyalin - a kiss pressed to the neck
Here is my second take on this prompt! This time I made it more fluffy.
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Lin sat curled in the large lounge chair on her balcony, layers of thick blankets pulled high around her shoulders. The city stretched in front of her, a sea of golden light and faint noise, ever restless, even at this hour. The cold had sharpened over the last week, and she knew winter was fast approaching, but the air was clean and crisp in a way she rarely associated with Republic City.
The balcony door slid open with barely a sound. A moment later, warm fingers brushed hers as Kya pressed a steaming mug into her hand.
“Thank you,” Lin said quietly, savoring the tea’s warmth.
Kya smiled. “You’re welcome,” she said, before climbing into the cocoon of blankets with her before Lin could protest.
She wedged herself between the armrest and Lin’s side, and Lin snorted softly but made no move to stop her. Soon Kya was pressed flush against her, burrowing in as if the spot had always belonged to her. She took Lin’s free hand beneath the blankets, threading their fingers together. Her face found its place against her neck, her breath warm against Lin’s skin. Lin smiled to herself.
Her body still ached, but in the nicest way possible. It was a soreness she wasn’t accustomed to, but didn’t necessarily dislike. It was only the second night they had spent together, but Lin could already tell something had shifted inside of her. They hadn’t talked about it, about what this was or what it might become. She wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for it, either. Not when she barely knew what she wanted. All she knew was that she didn’t want it to stop. That she didn’t want Kya to gather her things, to leave her bed, to leave her.
That want alone unsettled her more than anything else.
She sipped her tea, letting the warmth settle in her chest, and forced herself not to dwell on it.
Kya shifted against her, lips brushing the curve of her neck in a kiss so soft it stole the air from her lungs. Lin didn’t trust herself to speak, so she said nothing. She only tightened her grip on Kya’s hand, her thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles.
Kya hummed, a content little sound that vibrated against Lin’s skin. Lin stared out at the lights, at the faint pulse of the city far below, and let herself sink into the quiet. It should have felt unbearably sentimental, romantic in a way she had always rolled her eyes at and dismissed as frivolous. And yet, with Kya’s warmth pressed against her, with the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling her into a state of calm, Lin found she didn’t mind.
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