[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place
gorged on the victory of returning alive and pressed by the ticking time bomb that is his body , he'd given no hesitance to the confessions of the love that has burned in his chest for countless moons and years that pass like eons . he has committed his soul to her , and now , here they sit , hand in hand atop the cool fabric that blankets a tough mattress in the infirmary . he's grown used to its discomfort . tarja is nowhere to be found , and the room is dimly lit if only by a nearby lantern that flickers , casting dancing shadows across each others faces . they're the only ones here . . . but , that's not to say they have long together .
it has been several days since the confessions of his reciprocated devotion , yet healing has kept him bed - bound , and jote has been ever - pressed to his side ; infinitely aiding his boundless recoveries . he's more grateful to her than she would ever know , and he has grown content with that prospect . still , this caged yearning has broken free from its confines and with it , he is picking her cold fingers from his , pressing them gently into his warm lips . he is breaking the silence with every action that furthers their closeness , laying gentle kisses against her hand and wrist whilst his opposite hand tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear , caressing her jaw as he shifts . every move he makes is full of burning desire , and he cannot , in this moment , keep his hands to himself . he leans closer to her , closing the gap between them , until their mouths are but a whisper , a breath , away from one another , ❛ if you'd allow me this simple pleasure . . . ❜
and the softness meshed with chapped discomfort meets with the heat of her breath and it is overwhelmingly intoxicating . how long has he craved such a moment between the two ? how desperately has he longed to intertwine their lips , their breath , their tongues ? the questions bear answers unknown to this worldly realm . he is sick with want , and he finds their separation bordering on becoming impossible . he pulls himself from her just long enough to fill his lungs , and again , his gentle lips pull hers between them once more . a sensational heat spreads through his nerves , boiling beneath his skin in the most pleasant manner of the word . his breathing becomes shaky , and his hands begin to quake ; such overwhelm he had not foreseen .
meeting his palms to hers , he steadies himself . he pulls himself back with a shy smile and presses their foreheads together , sitting in that comfortable silence once more . courage is rebuilt with every passing second , and he reverts to their previous entanglement before the air becomes thick with tension . this time , more zealous than the last . his teeth are pressed to hers and his hands search for stability in the mess that has become her hair , and he cannot help but love her more with every sun that sets and every dawn that rises ; every newfound breath she breathes . he is so caught up in the moment , hands occupied , mouth engaged , eyes closed , that he hardly realizes when he loses his strength and collapses into her .
she holds him as he loses his strength , and he offers a sultry chuckle that mixes with a defeated sort of sigh . he meets her eyes and takes note of the red that blankets her cheeks , some sort of newfound pride swelling in his chest , despite his inability to lift himself from her arms . he simply buries his face into her neck . their now position , joshua strewn atop of her against the loaned bed of the hideaway , might seem rather precarious to any passersby . ❛ if tarja were to return now . . . i don't suppose we'd ever live to forget this moment . ❜ he prays she doesn't , so that they might stay this way awhile longer . he's obscenely giddy with embarrassment .
