2. Laying on top of each other, kissing shoulders
Oooooohhhhhh I really had to think about this one. It's so cute, but the *height* difference....
Thanks for the ask, Stormy! Here's some fluffy primalweave intimacy for you🥰
There was little Gale loved more than the soft quiet of the early morning spent in their bedroll. Still moments before they must rouse for the day - blissfully free of obligations, muscles relaxed and not yet sore with reminders of battles and exertions of days past. When the gentle rays of the rising sun found every narrow split in the fabrics of their conjoined tents, touching their world in slivers of gold.
He especially loved the way that warm light seemed to caress Miri's sun-dyed skin. After the drudgery of the shadowcurse, seeing the sun touch upon her was like watching the reunion of long-lost friends. She seemed made to receive the love of celestial bodies.
Miri lay curled beside him, half sprawled on top of him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. The slow, gentle puffs of her breath against his chest was proof enough she was still in peaceful slumber.
Meaning Gale could enjoy a bit more time on admiration yet.
His eyes follow the shimmering paths of her long hair - wine red that dazzles like garnet spun into silk when the sun threads it's fingers through.
But even more than her hair, Gale's gaze lingers on her skin. Soft, copper skin, marked with the story of her life. Trials and triumphs both littered across her skin in a litany of pinks and dips and valleys. Strength and endurance he's seen only a nascent fraction of.
But beauty too - a constellation of soft dark marks left by the kiss of the sun. The paths of which he longed to memorize. To erase the claims of the sun on her skin with claims of his own. Gale wants to kiss every single freckle on her skin.
That skin he can't resist touching, stroking, pressing against his lips. He trails his fingers rhythmically up and down from her shoulder blade to the curve of her neck and Miri sighs softly, nuzzling closer. He can feel her lips against his skin - not quite a kiss, but no less intimate.
If they had time - no, when they have time- Gale will lavish her skin with the attention it deserves. Will spend days if need be, gladly, keeping her in bed and kissing every freckle. Every mark and blemish until all she knows is the warmth of his love. Of his enduring worship.
And while they don't have time enough for now - he'll gladly get a head start. First with his fingers. And soon enough with his lips. Lavishing her with affection on each freckle across her shoulders until she stirs with a soft laugh and they get lost in kisses once more.
There will be time enough for everything else the day has in store later. For now, he will cherish these blissful moments of dawn.