a kiss that says thank you !! ( hey. hey, remember that flower thing we talked about. remember the fucking flower-hair thing we talked about where
Another Kiss || a kiss that says thank you
Ink-stained fingertips trace up her side, dipping into each curve and plane he can find. Through her clothes, his hands are warm, impossibly so; perhaps he does it on purpose. Teasing her, gentle reminders that he’s there. That he’s not going anywhere.
She treads somewhere between consciousness and sleep. It was a bad night for him; Morgan knew he wouldn’t be joining her anytime soon. Tine wasn’t one to dwell on it. He said he’d try, and he would, after he was sure she was settled.
Her comfort always came first. Of that, he was sure.
Fingers draw up to her shoulder, across her collar. Mage cards through lavender dresses, let down from their careful ties, and traces up her neck. Jaw. Cheek. Behind her ear—her nose scrunches in a smile, here—and he chuckles.
“Still awake?” he whispers, voice low and rasped.
“Mmm.”
A proper response, indeed. Morgan cards his fingers through his beloved’s hair (it always shocked him, how a single tangle couldn’t ever be found) and allows his magic to drip into soft tresses.
A series of tiny buds bloom in her hair, decorating her with wispy purples and greys. A mixture of floral scents and peach fill the air; Tine’s eyes open, and Morgan’s own shine down at her.
A languid arm raises to drape around his neck. Thunder guides dark mage lower until their lips brush, smiles mirrored on one another face.
“Thank you, flower boy.”
“Mm. Get on back to sleep, blossom. I’ll be here when you wake.”
