*slips in the side door and gently lays a paper on the table*
@malicedragoness gave me the prompt "Neck Kisses" for these two and this is what I came up with for it. It's my first time writing for Abdirak, but I was told it's good and that I should post it. Sooooo here we are. K, bye. *blushes as I run back out the door*
Who Indeed
Faelyn giggled to herself, a soft, barely-there sound that she hadn’t quite let slip — or so she thought.
"What amuses you, dear one?" Abdirak asked, his voice low and unhurried, the kind of voice that made it clear he not only had all the time in the world but cared about her answer enough to wait.
"You," Faelyn replied simply, her fingers lingering at the collar of his shirt, smoothing a crease that didn't really need smoothing. She tilted her head up toward him. "I've not seen you in sunlight before."
Abdirak glanced down at her with an expression caught somewhere between curiosity and amusement. "Have you not?"
Faelyn shook her head slowly, casting her mind back. "There was the goblin camp — not a lot of light, sun or otherwise, in that place. And then the tavern." She glanced up at the sky briefly, as if checking that the sun was still there. "It was either nighttime or storming every time I saw you. I’d started to wonder if you simply didn’t exist in daylight."
Abdirak was quiet for a moment, as if genuinely considering the question — or perhaps just enjoying the weight of it. A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "And what do you think now?"
Faelyn looked at him — really looked, the way the light caught the angles of his face, the unhurried ease in his posture — and smiled. "I think it suits you better than you'd like to let people think."
Something shifted in his expression, subtle but unmistakable. "There are only two opinions I care about."
"Your Lady's, of course," Faelyn said, the answer coming easily. But then she paused, turning it over. "But who is the other?"
He raised his hand slowly, deliberately, and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers — a touch that was somehow both tender and firm. A tough she’d become quite used to and even craved. His eyes didn’t leave hers. "Who indeed," he whispered.
With a gentle, unhurried pressure at her shoulder, he guided her to turn away from him — then folded his arms around her from behind, drawing her back against his chest. She could feel the steady warmth of him. Slowly, almost reverently, he gathered her long red hair and swept it over one shoulder, his fingers combing through the ends before letting them fall. The back of her neck was left bare, pale and exposed to the cool air. He let the silence stretch a moment before he spoke. “Do you not already know?”
“Well, I mean, I could guess, but —” The words dissolved before she could finish them. His fingers traced slowly up and down the back of her neck, a feather-light path that sent a shiver rippling down her spine and raised goosebumps along her arms. He was careful — deliberately, maddeningly careful — to keep his touch away from the delicate curves of her ears. At least for now. She was very aware of that qualification.
“Then the fault lies with me,” he murmured, his lips close enough to her neck that she could feel the warmth of his breath before he even touched her. “As I have failed to make myself clear.” He leaned down and pressed a single, unhurried kiss to the back of her neck — right at the place where her hair had been, where her skin was softest. His lips curved into a smile against her when she exhaled, a small and helpless sound she hadn’t quite meant to make. He let the moment linger before he spoke again. “Let me explain it to you once more, Dearest One.”
Faelyn almost protested. A small, rational part of her mind reminded her that they would be late — that there were people expecting them, that she had told herself she would go, that she had even pressed her dress for the occasion. But then she caught it: the slight shift in the nickname he had called her for so long. Not just “dear one” — Dearest One. The difference was small. It shouldn’t have mattered. And yet, the moment she heard it, the world outside simply ceased to exist. The event, the dress, the people waiting — all of it fell away until all that remained was him. Abdirak. His arms still around her. His lips still warm against her neck. She turned her hand in his and let him lead her back inside the inn. To hell with the event. She hadn’t wanted to go anyway.
Tags: My Freaks (@baelthi, @leftsidebonfire, and Malice who I've already tagged)
