soft skin, like porcelain against her fingertips, brushes against her own. she often indulges in the gentle feeling of skin against skin, their legs freely tangling with each other’s. such a chaste pair, finding ease in light touches and simple gestures. eyelids are heavy, and she would have slipped into calming dreams by now if she hadn’t been too preoccupied by the other girl’s strands of hair between her own slender digits. she is far too engrossed in the way she feels ; skin, hair, cloth. everything about aera interests nova to such an extent that it sometimes drives her mad. she wonders how one woman can be so perfect. how had the odds worked in nova’s favor to let her enjoy the beauty of her ?the pale skin and small hands always brings her such tranquility, once she touches, she can never stop. she could spend countless hours running her fingers across the small of her back, through her hair, over her small knuckles. tired eyes glance over to brighter, golden ones as aera breaks the silence. nova toys with the lock of light hair she holds, letting it drop delicatelyback onto aera’s skin soon after. the question is asked in such innocence, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. it is just that: natural. just as is the thought of kissing her that has overwhelmed nova’s senses so many times before. attention is drawn to aera’s lips and her eagerness is hidden behind a content smile. her words rest in her throat as she is stuck somewhere between saying yes and saying nothing. her skin is getting warmer as her heart races, beating quickly with such anticipation that she almost leans over to press soft lips against aera’s. instead, nova brushes her fingers along aera’s jawline, stopping for a moment under her chin, barely touching as she guides aera’s face closer to her own. she’s so gentle as she lets her thumb rest on aera’s bottom lip, transfixed in the smoothness of her skin. ❛ you know you never have to ask, right ? ❜
