The other half of my gift for the amazing @rachelleofalltrades‘ birthday! I do hope you enjoy this little work with Kyrrha and Alexandra! Happy Birthday!
The wind came from the west low and warming. The green grass fluttered and swayed beneath the breezes, flattening in a sort of bow toward the gentle air. About the garden, pink petunia, white hemlocks, and golden yarrow blossomed like stars of colors waving in the earthy landscape. Sprawling leaves of crimson, rosy-pink, and gold swirled about the air, fallen from thin, black-spotted white branches, or branches as dark as the scurrying shadows. Alexandra watched them thrift on the weaving wind, bouncing up and down like upon seawaves.
“They’re so pretty,” gasped Kyrrha, the orange within her green eyes thickening with the spray of the pale gold of sunlight as she stared at the whirling leaves. Spun locks of orange was held up by a top knot, though a few strands fell down to curve at the side of her pale, heart-shaped face. Alexandra’s fingers itched to tuck them behind the elf’s pointed ear. A flush nestled her cheeks, like roses blooming in a field of snow. Freckles splattered across her features, and Alexandra’s lips recalled each and every one of them.
Alexandra smiled as she leaned against her elbow, tilting her head a little as she watched the elf. “Not as beautiful as you,” said the Inquisitor, a smile forming at her lips. Alexandra longed to pull that elf into her arms and capture those full, sweet lips with her own. They were so beautiful when a smile was pulled at the corners and her eyes got like that, so shining, so amazed.
Kyrrha turned her head, blush thickening and spread slowly down to her neck. “Oh, stopped.” She laughed, like bells chiming and carried by the spring wind. “Not as beautiful as you are!” Though she said it light and sweet, there was still a tremor in her voice, a shyness that Alexandra adored.
Scoffing, the smile on Alexandra’s lips grew. “Nonsense. You are like the first shine of dawn as it creeps passed the shadow-clad mountains, ma cherie, so beautiful and captivating that that, at times, it hurts.”
Kyrrha’s eyes widened, almost terrified and filled with worry. “You’re hurt? Where?”
Alexandra notched an eyebrow at her, a chuckle passing her lips. “Nowhere. Your beauty hurts, but heals, ma cherie.” Leaning her head back, she whipped her hair to the side. “But I wouldn’t mind a good healing kiss.”
Eyes filled with determination, though her smile never wavered, Kyrrha bent down and grazed Alexandra’s cheeks with her lips. “There we go!” proclaimed the little elf, a giggle bubbling from her throat.
“I meant a true kiss, Kyrrha,” laughed Alexandra, shaking her head once more at the adorableness of the little elf. She pushed herself off her arm, and cupped the elf’s full cheeks. Her thumb grazed over the skin, counting each freckles until she lost count after one hundred. “So beautiful. Maker, how did I get lucky with you?”
Alexandra did not give the elf time to answer. Instead, she swept down and captured Kyrhha’s lips with her own. The elf’s lips were soft, like linden leaves. It was almost as good as the gasp that fell from Kyrhha’s lips, too. Maker, she could do this forever.
A hand fell to the small of Kyrhha’s back, pushing her close against Alexandra, ontop her lap. The smaller woman’s fingers tangled into Alexandra’s thick locks, and the Inquisitor herself sprayed her fingers over Kyrrha’s cheek. She took in her warmth, the softness of her body, everything. Everything that made up Kyrrha. The strands of sticks within Kyrrha’s hair, the smudge of dirt that sometimes decorate her cheeks, the always curl of her lips when she saw Alexandra. Everything, because she was hers, and Alexandra was hers as well.
And Maker, she could do this for eternity. Even when they parted for breath, Alexandra could not keep herself from peppering this lovely elf with kisses. Her head dipped down, to the gentle curve of her jaw. More and more kisses.
Soft gasps fell from Kyrrha’s mouth, so lovely, so sweet, and so quiet. Alexandra wanted to hear more. She needed to hear more. “I love you, ma belle.”
And as she dipped down to leave kisses where marks would be laid, she took pleasure in hearing those soft, breathless cries turn to words: “I love you, too.”
