for a romantic kiss. kees kees
Kisses - @spellcraftsavant
Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss.
Myles was, if anything, a romantic at heart and the added touch of courting Oleander out of spite for Mori’s inadequacies drove him to try that much harder to make the small things count. Sure sex was good, but emotional validation? Soft caresses and little gifts? Treasured moments meant to excite and bring comfort? Ensuring that they felt blissful before their lips even touched? Myles had the intent on doing it all for Oleander, and them alone, but it would be remiss to say that he did not enjoy watching Mori seething angrily from the window or sulking in hallways over no longer owning what they smelled like on a day to day basis.
Today was different -- the week had been full of kind thoughtful gestures, but the physical aspect had been kept in check. Monday he left the tiniest bouquet of rare enchanted flowers, breathing and sighing with an invisible wind and with a small card that told them to have a pleasant day and to remember to breathe. Tuesday there was a 6-piece magical truffle set that took on the taste of whatever the person craved in that moment along with a shallow glass of finely aged bourbon that the mage was likely to know.
Wednesday would be the first day that Oleander saw Myles at all, having become nearly impossible to find once this little game had started. With a brief lull in one of their classes, the elf materialized part way through their wall behind their desk (with a bit of help from the castle) and gently set a well decorated lunch tray next to them along with a rolled up parchment filled with new research on whatever they were currently obsessed with. As he pulled away, fingers gently brushed over arm and cheek with affirming teasing whispers to stay focused in class before disappearing without a trace.
Thursday was quiet, right until evening when they were tired and worn, roaming over papers at their desk with office fire making the shadows dance among the bookshelves, when familiar hands press at the back of their neck, shoulders, waist, thighs -- A massage to relax the weary, thumbs pressing at the sensitive spots of the back along the spine, squeezing at the tension around the neck and clavicle, daring to tread lower at the crease between hip and thigh. Fingers carting through hair and circling at the temple and low warm whisper from the shadow tells them that he’ll see them tomorrow.
Friday there was a small note tagged to the other’s bedroom door and a single flower that perked up the moment Oleander’s eyes fall on it. Elegant writing swirled about the paper asking for them to come meet Myles at the gardens at sundown. Once again, the mage was impossible to find during the day, but there he was within the depths of the grounds as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon with a small spread of snacks, scrolls, and stones. Welcoming pat next to him beckoned the other over and freckled smile beamed with excitement.
“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and I have prepared everything you need to take notes for your research along with the current star charts and moon rituals meant specifically for days like these.” Oleander doesn’t get much of a chance to say anything once they’ve sat down when Myles plants a very chaste but impassioned kiss on them. Fingers entwining about their wrist, tickling at their palm, and moving away just barely in hopes to see every detail of companion’s face. “I hope you enjoyed yourself this week.”
