OCKiss Day 7: Blush
Esmonia and Madimer
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"Could I do that?" Esmonia paused in running her comb through her hair, finding Madimer's eyes in the reflection of the mirror, seated on the bed behind her.
"You want to brush my hair?" She asked curiously, and he nodded. A slow smile crept across her face. "I would love that." She said quietly, motioning him over to sit beside her. She had already untangled most of the knots from her dark curly hair and had been simply enjoying running it through her hair.
Madimer sat beside her on the bench and she pressed the comb into his hand. Carefully he started running it through her curls, as she expected he had been observing for a while and needed no instruction. She watched him in the reflection of the mirror, concentration creasing his brow. He picked up one lock and twirled it around his finger, Esmonia tried not to giggle.
"You find my hair fascinating." She said instead, his curious eyes turned to her. He huffed at her teasing, dropping her hair and continuing his work.
"I think it is justified," he replied. "Feli do not have curly fur, and it is odd to ask to touch a human's hair." She bit her lip to keep from laughing, wondering if he was speaking from personal experience. "Surely there is something you find fascinating about me as well?"
The room fell silent as she thought about it. Something? Everything about him was fascinating. The tail curled gently behind him. The striped patterning of his fur, the color of dried oranges. The tough dark pad on his palm. Her gaze wandered up to his face.
"... Your ears." She said quietly and his ears perked up. A slow grin made its way across his face, making her regret saying anything. "T-The way they move based on your mood. It's interesting to watch." Her cheeks heated as Madimer blatantly chuckled at her embarrassment.
"That so? I thought you liked my ears because they were soft." He whispered close to her ear, holding her eyes in the mirror. She turned and caught his mouth in a kiss, soft and deliberately slow.
"You're being mean." Esmonia murmured, miffed that he still looked smug.
"Am I?" He reached up, playing with a curl by her ear. "However can I make it up to you, rahnun?" She shut him up with another kiss.











