It almost never snowed in the Pearl Isles. The warm, subtropical climate didn’t allow it.
It felt strange for someone like Kipling, who had always spent wintertime in Vesuvia, where it snowed at least once a year. Yet at the same time, the isles felt like home. Just beyond the Prakran continent was another set of isles where Kip was born. The Melting World saw even hotter Lunar Solstices than this.
But at the moment, Kip wished for snow and holly, and all the things that reminded her of this special time of year. For now, all she had was Alec al-Saleh’s voice as she performed in the Satrinava’s Pearl Estate getaway.
After Alec finished with the band, she met up with Kipling. They walked the grounds, arm in arm, trying to spend a little time together before the musician’s next set.
“Missing home yet, Kip?” Alec asked gently, just in case her girlfriend was actually homesick. Kip anchored her arm more against Alec’s side as she leaned against her shoulder.
“Only a little. If I had stayed behind, I would be missing you a lot more.” Kip said with a sigh.
“But…?” Alec prompted, letting the two of them slow to a stop under a swaying palm.
Kip bit her lip and shook her head sheepishly. “It’s a very small but.” Shrugging, she said, “It just feels like we’re missing out on the Lunar festival stuff. That’s all.”
Alec thought about chasing Kip through Vesuvia’s enchanted snowy streets and ice-skating with her in the Town Square. By the time the band made their way back in that direction, all of the cold weather would have passed. Taking the special festivities along with it.
That’s when Alec had an idea.
The musician glanced up at the underside of the broad, umbrella leaves of the palmetto and gasped.
“Oh, Kip. Look at that!”
The gardener tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes. “Look at what?”
“That!” Alec pointed, her gem blue eyes widening. “How did that get there?”
Kip shook her head. “I don’t see any–”
“Mistletoe.”
Alec stayed in character, gazing at the palm tree in wonder before lowering her chin and leaning forward. She placed her palms to either side of Kipling’s cheeks and applied a little pressure so the gardener’s lips would pucker.
“Alec,” Kip giggled, her words muffled against Alec’s lips. “What mistletoe?”
Alec kissed Kip again. “Don’t you see it? Just like the ones at the Lunar Solstice Festival.”
Kip’s hand slipped into the roots of the musician’s dark braid. She snorted one last time, closed her eyes and sighed dreamily, “If you say so.”
Soon the gardener was convinced that even though they were far from home, this Lunar Solstice felt no different than any other.
Happy late birthday/early Valentine’s Day @asras3rdeye!!! I’ve been wanting to get something of our girls for a while and when @orozqiyo on Instagram opened up for some Valentine’s commissions I jumped 💖
I love these two so much and I love you!!! Thank you for being the amazing person you are 🥰🥰🥰
💋➡ from Alec to Kip 💃🏻➡ from Rodrigo to Solo and 👀➡ from Jacqui to Bai!!
Kip’s face is burning and her head is swimming as Alec steals yet another long, passionate kiss in between sets. It’s the kind of kiss the gardener would never tire of. One that still tastes of love songs and sweet joy. The sensation lingers on Kip’s lips as she watches Alec pull away with a wink and run back to the stage.
~~~
“I have to be honest with you, Captain,” Solo muses as Rodrigo pulls them in very, very close. “When you asked me to dance, I didn’t expect you to be this good.” They look off to side, longing for their fan to hide behind. “I wasn’t prepared for it.”
Rodrigo would have done and said anything in that moment to make Solo feel more comfortable.
The pirate brings Solo’s face forward until their dark brown eyes lock. “Don’t worry about being prepared. I’ve got you.”
~~~
Even though Bai can feel the quartermaster of the Bleeding Heart checking him out from across the crowded indoor market, he still nudges Nali with his elbow and asks, “Is he looking this way?”
Nali makes an amused sound and nods. Bai grins to himself. He takes his time making his way down the aisle of wares. Once he is somewhere where there aren’t as many people, he begins to draw his hair up away from his neck. He folds and twists everything into a lazy bun, all the while feeling the gap between himself and Jacqui shrinking.
Bai continues to pretend to be more interested in the wares even as his hair fell undone again. A deep voice just behind him makes the hairs at his nape wrinkle.
“Oh. Sorry. Here, let me…” Jacqui’s warm, rough fingers brushes Bai’s skin as he gathers up his loose hair. “help you with that.”
50 Kiss Prompts: Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.
If you entered the home of Kipling Bronne without knowing her, you might be able to easily guess that she was a gardener. When it came to the songstress Alec of the most well known traveling band in Vesuvia, you could also easily tell that the home belonged to that of lifelong musicians.
But these days, one could not be so sure. Ever since Alec gave Kipling a key to see her as often as she was in town, the lines between a musician’s home and a gardener’s home had begun to blur.
Not that Kipling or Alec minded at all. The band’s instruments all had their own place in the shop. And now they had a potted plant or two to keep them company. Sometimes Alec would come back from gigs to find the guitar mounted on the wall wrapped up in the embrace of one of Kipling’s hanging vines.
These days Alec found her lyrics drifting more and more towards descriptions of sunlight and water and growth. Kipling, too, noticed how her poems, which she kept mostly private, seemed to have taken on a more lyrical bent as she incorporated details of distant starry nights and faraway lands. They were all of the things she connected to her musician, and whenever Alec was gone, they made Kip feel closer to her.
On the days when Alec was home and booking gigs in the local area for the next few months, she often found herself bringing her guitar down from the mount and getting comfortable on the couch with Kip, who was scratching away in her journal with Taro stretched across her shoulders.
Without looking up, Kip slid her legs through the gaps in Alec’s, much like her plants did with instruments scattered throughout the house.
“Hey babe,” Kip said softly as Alec craned her neck, wondering where she last left her lyric book.
Alec squeezed her girlfriend’s thigh. “Hey. Have you seen my–”
Kip lifted up Alec’s book before she could finish her sentence. “It was under the couch.”
“You’re an angel,” Alec said, reaching for inky papers bound in old leather.
Taro chirped in soft indignation.
Kip narrowed her eyes slightly at her familiar before smiling. “Taro was the one who found it. But that’s only because she likes hoarding our things.”
Alec leaned close enough to let Taro nuzzle her cheek. After the purple pygmy lemur wandered off to go find Ravah, Alec kept close by Kip’s chin and whispered another quiet thank you.
Neither of them was sure who moved first, but their lips found each other’s. Light and sweet sensations passed between the gardener and the musician before they broke apart.
“I love you.” Alec said.
“Love you.” Kip hummed.
Their words came out in the same breath. And they meant them.
Kip’s maple brown irises reconnected with her poems and Alec’s gem blue gaze scanned over her lyrics. They shared their sweet love in the energy between them where their skin connected. And in the words they crammed in between the narrow lines on the paper.
Fictional Kiss Prompts: 14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
Alec had never been much of an early riser. She didn't sleep in until noon like Leon did, but she wasn’t up with the sun like Camia. She preferred to wake up slowly, letting the sun’s warmth creep from behind the curtains and wash over her.
Well, really she preferred to wake up with someone, like her girlfriend, by her side.
But Kipling did have to get up early—early for Alec, anyway—to tend her garden and get her shop ready for the day, so Alec often found herself waking up then, too, just to get more time with her.
She would follow Kipling around as she got ready, sometimes being a bit of a pest—in her own words—as she clung to the smaller woman, peppering sleepy kisses to her cheeks or playing with her hair. But mostly Alec just liked to watch her.
Her favorite place to watch her was in the garden.
Kipling would tend to all of her plants, singing to them, watering them, and would stop every so often to explain a new patch of growth or flower to Alec, who had never had much of a mind for plants. She liked them, sure, but they never seemed to like her, unlike Kipling.
Alec smiled as Kip talked, staring at her. She loved seeing her like this, so passionate, so caring. It was what drew Alec to her in the first place, and it was one of the things she loved most about her.
“What are you looking at?” Kipling pouted, tilting her head. “Is there something on my face?”
“No baby,” Alec laughed, pulling them closer together. “I’m just looking at you. You’re so pretty.” She kissed her cheek. “I could watch you work all day.”
Kipling snorted, pushing Alec’s chest. “If you could stand to watch me, you could stand to help as well.”
“Mm, but then I couldn’t do this.”
Her hands on Kipling’s hips, Alec pulled them closer still, pressing a gentle kiss to Kiping’s lips. She meant to move back—she was only teasing, after all, and of course she would help Kipling in the garden—but Kip’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place.
So, Alec gave in, and kissed her again, and again, and again until she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and when she did breathe, resting her forehead against Kipling’s, she went back in for more.
Soon they were both lying on the ground in the grass, Kipling’s fingers tugging at Alec’s braid, pulling her dark hair loose to fall over them, shielding them both from the morning sun. It wasn’t until Alec’s hand started to travel further up from Kipling’s waist, pulling a soft moan from the gardener, that Alec remembered where they were.
With a light laugh, Alec sat back, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “Come on, baby, I’ll help you get ready.”
She held her hand out to Kipling, and they both stood up. Alec couldn’t resist pressing one more kiss to Kip’s cheek as she pulled away, walking over to her seedlings.
“If we get done early, maybe we can continue what we were doing, inside?”
Kipling caught Alec’s hand before she walked away, leaning up to kiss Alec’s cheek in turn. “I’d like that.”
Woke up with some very warm and fuzzy feelings about these two so, good morning @asras3rdeye! Hope you enjoy our babies being soft together 🥰
Title: myrtle ave. by mxmtoon
1k words
As the sun steadily rose outside, Alec stirred awake, and blinked her eyes open. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but the smell of lemongrass and the feeling of arms around her waist helped.
Turning her head slowly, she saw Kipling lying next to her, pressed close to her side, chest rising and falling with her breathing. The bits of sunlight that peeked through the curtains landed on her bare skin leaving patches of amber. Alec traced a spot with her fingers and studied her partner.
She knew she’d have to wake her. If her gentle touches weren’t enough to make her start to wake up on her own, she would have to try harder. But she dreaded leaving the warmth that they had created together. She always hated leaving. She knew she would end up thinking about Kipling all day, counting down the hours until she would get to see her again, replaying the sound of her laugh in her mind as if it was her favorite sound in the world, because it was.
Not for the first time, she wished that time would stop, just for a little while, so she could enjoy the moment a bit longer. But the sun only continued to rise, and Alec sighed.
“Kip,” she whispered, but the other woman didn’t move. Smiling to herself, Alec leaned over to kiss the top of her head, her hand still stroking Kipling’s side. “Baby?”
Alec heard her shift, the smallest change in her breathing to indicate that she was awake. But her eyes were still closed.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” she murmured, and felt Kipling’s arms tighten around her middle.
Her voice was low, and Alec felt her lips move against her chest as she spoke. “Then don’t.”
Alec laughed softly and moved to cup Kipling’s face, tilting her up to press their lips together. “I have to leave soon, baby, and I didn’t want to leave without telling you.”
“No…” Kipling moaned, holding Alec as close to her as she could, locking their legs around each other. “Why do you have to go?”
“I told you we have a performance at the palace today.” Alec glanced up at the window. “I still need to go back to the shop to get ready.”
Kipling pouted, her warm eyes finally blinking open slowly. “Next time you should bring your things here so you can stay longer.”
“Maybe I will,” Alec said, taking a moment to kiss her again, running her hand up and down Kipling’s back. Too soon for both of their likings, she pulled away, and moved over Kipling to peek out the curtain and check on how late it actually was.
She squinted in the bright light of the sun but figured she had just enough time to get back to the shop before the rest of the band started to worry, get ready, and make her way with them to the palace. It was going to be a long day but leaving was going to be the hardest part of it.
She could feel her gardener’s eyes on her as she moved, and when she turned back, Kipling was sitting up, blankets wrapped around her, still staring at her with a sad look on her face.
Alec sighed, crawling back over the bed to her. “Oh, please don’t look at me like that…” Sitting next to her again, she kissed between her eyebrows, and felt her breath tickle her collarbone. “I promise to come right back here once the performance is over.” She tugged gently on Kip’s ghost lock, twirling it between her fingers. “You need to open up your shop, anyway.”
“It’s just…” Kipling buried her face into Alec’s shoulder. “I wish you never had to leave.”
Alec paused, pulling back for her sapphire eyes to search Kipling’s brown ones. She thought she knew what she was thinking, but she wanted to make sure she wasn’t wrong. “Kip, do you… Do you want me to start staying here, like, living here, with you?”
Kipling nodded, her fingers running through Alec’s hair. “I know you’ll still have to leave for your performances and your travels but… when you come back, I want you to come back to me.” Her face felt warm, and she glanced away from Alec’s gaze. “It sounds selfish.”
Alec shook her head, pulling her into her lap. “No, babe.” She kissed her, softer than ever, and whispered against her lips: “I want that too. I want to come back to you.”
Once she admitted it out loud, all of the feelings she hadn’t known how to vocalize came pouring out.
“I know I tell you this every time I come back, but I miss you so much when I’m gone. More than just thinking about you at night, lying together like this, I think about you when the sun peeks through the clouds in the morning. When I’m performing and watching people dance together, I imagine dancing with you until the sun goes down, and dancing under the stars.” Alec brought Kipling’s hand to her mouth, pressing her lips to the back of it. “I dream about holding you like this, about waking up to you next to me every day.”
Kipling stared at her, tears welling in her honey-colored eyes. “Really?”
“Really, baby,” Alec murmured. “So, if you want me to stay, I’ll stay. For as long as I can. And then I’ll always come back, here, to you.”
She fell back onto the bed with an oof as Kipling threw her arms around her, peppering quick, tearful kisses over her face. “That’s all I want,” she said, between kisses, her hair falling into both of their faces. “Thank you, Alec.”
“You’re welcome,” Alec smiled, capturing Kipling’s lips with her own again. When they broke apart, breathless, Kipling laid on her chest, lips trailing down her neck. She could stand to be a little late getting back to the shop, Alec thought, wrapping her arms around Kipling’s back. She didn’t want to get up just yet.
“Can you zip up my dress for me?” For Kip and Alec? 💖
“Of course, baby!”
Alec is quick to stand behind Kipling, one hand on Kip’s waist as the other takes the zipper. She pauses, leaning forward to press a kiss, or two, against the back of Kipling’s neck.
“Are you sure you want me to zip it up, though? You look lovely, but...”
She smiles into Kip’s skin, slowly sliding her hand over her bare back instead, feeling a shiver run through her body.
“Right now, I feel like you’d look even better with it off.”
Sorry about the wait on this one! I remember you saying that Alec is currently in an angst-free mode. I hope this will help with that! 💖
Smut Prompts: “You seem more sensitive than usual.” + “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.”
🔞Minors do not interact!🔞
Kipling did her best to stifle another squeak as Alec’s thumb carelessly brushed over her excited nipple. The gardener pressed a heated kiss to partner’s lips as she shifted a little out of reach. Alec was done with rehearsal and finally had time to spare. Kip was determined to not let it go to waste.
“Is everything alright, Babe?” Alec pulled back some. “You seem more sensitive than usual.”
Kip sighed. “No, it’s not that I’m more sensitive. It’s just that I’m getting worse at hiding it.”
Alec lifted a dark brow and chuckled. “Hiding what?”
Kip blushed as she explained her shortcomings. She expected Alec to laugh, but the musician only seemed intrigued.
Spider-walking her fingers closer to where Kip’s nipples tented through the fabric of her shirt, she asked, “So, what would happen if I were to keep this up?”
Kip trapped her lip between her teeth in an effort to hold back from grinning too hard. “Oh, not much.” She gave a casual shrug. “I would just come too fast.”
The way Alec’s gem blue eyes lit up brought instant heat to Kip’s cheeks.
“Really? Just from this alone?” Alec emphasized by tapping one of her partner’s stone piercings.
The gardener couldn’t hold her eyelashes back from fluttering. With a blissful smile she said, “Yep.” Then she reached out and started to absently wind the tail end of Alec’s braid around her finger. “I don’t even need to touch myself anywhere else… Alec? Is something wrong?”
Alec shook her head. “I was just thinking about what it would be like if you came too fast… on my thigh.”
Kip imagined grinding against one of Alec’s strong brown legs and coating it with her warm slick. This time it was her turn to walk her fingers along the inside of her partner’s leg.
Kip drifted towards Alec’s ear and whispered, “You know your thighs are one of my favorite things about you.”
Alec did know this. She turned her head until their mouths found each other. Meanwhile, Alec helped Kipling out of her shorts and into place high up her leg.
After Kip got comfortable, she glanced down at where she was holding onto Alec’s braid before looking back up. “Is this um… okay?”
Alec encouraged Kip to pull as much she wanted. “More than okay.”
Before long, Kip was bucking hard against Alec’s taut muscle while the latter used her fingers and her tongue to tease and test Kip’s sensitive nipples.
Alec loved the way Kip grinded against her, rolling her hips easily, but firmly at just the right time, her pussy leaving sloppy kisses against her thigh.
Alec gently nipped Kip’s hard bead of flesh. It was just enough to elicit a gasp. Alec’s hand came up to entangle in Kip’s springy curls and tug down. The gardener swore under her breath and kicked her hips a little faster.
Alec came off Kip’s nipple with a wet pop. She quickly replaced her mouth with her hand, rolling the hard bead of flesh between her forefinger and thumb.
Kip cried out at the effort, but a good yank on her hair gave her the final wind she needed to buck furiously through her orgasm. Alec, meanwhile basked under the friction where her partner’s pussy met her muscle.
When Kip was spent and breathing heavy, Alec praised her softly with kisses in between.
“Good girl.”
Kip hummed. She loved it when Alec whispered these things. She loved making Alec feel good. Kip unhinged her legs and lowered herself to Alec’s thigh. She started lapping up the glistening streams along her partner’s skin.
Alec sighed happily as she moved Kip’s hair out of the way.
“That’s my girl.”
Kip licked up the last traces of sweat and cum before tipping Alec’s thigh towards her and glancing briefly between her legs.
“Lie back,” she whispered softly before smoothing her mouth over Alec’s dripping warmth.
“I’m not done showing you what a good girl can do.”
