Ahem hem. Kiss #9 (first kisses) for the Chaos Trisal?
Several days it had been now. Several days of stolen glances. Of wistful longing. Eyes lingering on lips. Hearts hammering in chests. Hands intertwined not wanting to let go.
Alexander felt like he was on fire every time he was near the both of them, both Asra and Vissenta, a fire that burned and consumed him right to the core.
It scared him, yes, but the fire burned brightly as the sunset they were watching out on the balcony of Alexander's bedroom window. Alexander was between them both, Asra's head resting on his and Vissenta leaning against him.
That fire crackled and fizzed in him even as their breaths were relaxed and even. And it compelled him to say,
"Hmm?" Asra turned their head to look at him, and Alexander leant forward and brushed his lips against theirs; Asra's eyelids flickered in surprise, but he returned the kiss with a soft passion that made Alexander's heart thud against his ribcage. He broke off, and before he could think too hard, he leant into Vissenta and pressed his lips to hers too. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away until Alexander himself did.
There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by Alexander's breathing, heavy in spite of the gentleness of the two kisses.
"I... I..." he began, but his voice trailed off and died in his throat.
you shouldn't have done that. the voice in his head immediately screamed, you've ruined it. you've ruined what you have. what can this even mean?
But he wanted to kiss them both. Because he... he...
He was in love, wasn't he. He was in love with them both. And it was making his soul burn in a way that was sublimely terrifying.
More silence. It was as if they were all waiting for the other to say something. Anything.
Asra took his hand and squeezed, and reached round to lay his arm around Vissenta's shoulder.
"Perhaps we should go inside," she said quietly, glancing at them both. There was something indescribable in her eyes, something tentative yet longing.
They clambered to their feet and closed the balcony window behind them. The sun behind them painted the sky, painted their retreating figures, with fire.
