❝When you come in quick to steal a kiss my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.❞ (Echiar & Aure)
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“And if I’m fine with that…will you be mine?”
Her words came out as a whisper, just barely audible against the steady crackle and pop of the fire burning beside them. The flames cast shadows of flickering light across their figures, turning the deep flush spreading across her face into a lovely gold. Sitting in their lap, foreheads pressed against one another’s, there’s barely any space left between them.
It’s not the first time she has cuddled with her traveling companion or sat on their lap. But this…this was entirely different. This is the first time she has faced them, has been so close she can feel their breath mingling in the narrow space that remains. It makes her entirely too aware of everything about them. The rise and fall of their chest, how soft their long, dark hair felt as she runs her hands through it, even the sensation of their robes rubbing against her skin.
It was in Auriel’s nature to be affectionate, it was simply how she showed her love, alongside giving gifts and other small trinkets. Touch had always come easily to her; holding hands, leaning against her friends while sitting on the high walls of Gondolin, even cuddling up close during a sleepover. But…this did not feel like the affection shared between her and even her closest friends. This felt more more intimate. Closeness in a way that made her chest tighten and her stomach flutter all at once. If she was honest with herself…she liked it.
“Be honest with me, Aicanasse. This is…this is more than just a friendship…right?”
