Our own little world: kierarktina.
*after my huge kierarktina breakdown yesterday, I wrote an small scene. I miss them so much 🤡*
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Cristina was kneeling on the floor, feeling the skin of her knees covered by the soft fabric of her leggins, sitting on her legs. Her bare breasts and stomach were pressing the left side of the bed, her arms stretched in the sheets, as if trying to reach the other side, the beautiful contrast of her brown skin glowing in the dim light of sunset, and her black hair curling in her naked back and shoulders till her waist, against the cream material was enought to take anyones breath away.
She rested her chin in the silky fabric, her eyes half-closed, looking at the gold and blue eyes in the oppositive side of the bed, starting back at her. Both grinned in lazy maliciousness.
Marks hair was messy, messier than normal, the silver-blonde curls resting in his forehead, tangling in his eyelashes and covering the tip of his pointy ears. His torso was exposed, just like hers. His hands were trying to reach Cristina’s, like she was trying to reach his. If the bed was normal sized, they could touch their fingers, but it was bigger, made for the three of them.
They were stil staring at each other when she felt another hard chest pressing her back, smooth and hot skin gainst her own; still staring when strong thighs from riding infinite nights in a horses , covered in trousers, cradled the sides of hers; still staring when caloused and gentle hands runned down her shoulders, her arms, to her hands and locked their fingers together; still staring when Kieran’s cheek touched hers, his chin resting in her shoulder.
“If I was Julian I would paint this scene in the entire wall of our bedroom, so I could look at it everytime I wake up.”
Kieran chukled, his breath ghosting her cheek and nose, making the hair in her arms and in the back of her neck rise.
“You two are so beautiful.” Mark breathed, his eyes clouded, dreamy, his hands reaching for them.
“You too are not any short of beauty, golden boy.” Cristina choked when she felt Kieran’s warm mouth press a kiss in the skin under her ear, bite her lobe and lick the curve of her ear. She gasped, seeing the breath caught in Mark’s throat.
“I love the curve of her ear.” He seemed to say to Kieran, quietly. “Is so delicated and lovely.”
She heard Kieran mutter a “uhum”, his mouth still occupied kissing.
“Beautiful.” He whispered.
She shivered, closing her eyes.
She felt their attention deep down in her bones, Mark’s eyes in her face, looking as Kieran’s mouth travelled to her cheekbone and down the side of her neck; Kieran’s hands running down her naked torso to her hips, caressing her skin, the tips of his fingers sliding inside the waist of her leggins.
It was too much of two different sensations. Too hot and too soft. Burned and healed at the same time.
Finally taking her eyes off Mark, she slowly turned around to face Kieran. Her Faerie King had a soft, loving, expression on his face, his eyes dirt with desire and adoration when he also stoped staring at Mark and looked down at her.
Cristina’s heart exploded in her chest at their eyes locked. Exploded with more tenderness than any touch could offer. When you stare someone you loved in the eyes, being that close, where she could see how bright his silver eye was and how dark his black eye seemed, oh, this was an amazing felling.
She cuped his face in her hands, brushing her thumbs in his cheeks, and kissed the tip of his nose, then both his eyes, then his forehead and chin. His hands were traveling up her back, fingers fisting the hair in her nape when she, finally, kissed him on the mouth.
It was warm and soft, she could feel the corners of his lips curling in a faint smile before kissing her back, warmly. The taste of him in her mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of it, dancing with hers, left her breathless and hot. Her sensible nipples brushing the soft skin of his torso, pressing even harder when he snaked his arms around her waist and brought her closer.
When she pulled back to look into his eyes, they were on fire.
Kieran placed his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her throath, and she looked back at Mark, still looking at them with wide, discovering, eyes.
“Come here.” She said quietly, lovingly, reaching a hand for him while the other stroked Kieran’s hair.
Mark stood up and crossed the bed, crawling in his hands and knees, till he was face to face with Cristina, a soft-boy smile on the lips, his eyes full with enought adoration to make her throath tight with emotion. Smiling up at him too, she reached one hand to brush the light blonde curls back from his forehead, then behind his pointy ear, and finally cupping his cheek, the cool skin soft against her palm.
“Hi.” He said as she brushed their noses, and both breathed a soft laugh.
“What’s so funny up there?” Kieran asked against her neck, lifting his head so he could look at his loved ones faces smiling at each other.
“Mark being a dork, as always.” She answered seeing Kieran ghost a kiss in Mark’s cheek.
Cristina watched their lips meet warmly, smiling in each others mouths, and laid her head in Kieran’s shoulder, closing her eyes for a while.
She was happy. So so happy she could barely contain her emotions. Happier than she ever felt before. Those two boys were the high point of her days, the love they felt for each other was beautiful to see, and the love they felt for her was greater than she ever dared to wish, melting her heart at every word, touch and action. She felt their adoration deep down in her soul and it was perfect.
When the three of them were alone in the cottage, between Earth and Faerieland, not being one nor the other, they were in their own little world.
She opened her eyes at the silence surrounding her, the sounds the boys were making gone, and lifted her head to see what happened.
They were both staring at her. Four colors. Silver, black, blue and gold. Strange and beautiful.
“What?” she asked, her brows pinching together.
They looked at each other before looking back at her.
Faster than she could have expected, two pairs of hands lifted her from the floor, placing her quickly, but gently, in the middle of the bed. She screamed and laughed at the same time, jumping once before laying flat in the mattress. Her hair was all over the pillows, black and thick.
“What was that for?” she laughed.
“You were too quiet.” Kieran climbed to her left side, his hand trailing over her abdomen, her rib, to cup her right breast in his delicated palm.
“Quiet? She looked like she was going to sleep.” Mark did the same at her right, caressing her left breast.
“Just beacuse I closed my eyes didn’t mean I’m going to sleep.” She laughed breathlessly at them pinching at her nipples. “How could I?”
They laughed and laid their heads on her shoulders, their fingers still working while they pressed their noses in the sides of her neck.
“I was thinking.” Cristina said quietly, caressing their heads, her fingers throught dark blue and light blonde hair.
“About what?” Kieran asked in a low voice, his breath hot against her skin.
“About you two. About me. About us.” There was a sensual and pacific aura in the room now, the orange light of the sunset passing throught the huge window, it’s warmness reaching right above them. “About how happy I am with you two. How lucky.”
Mark lifted his head to kiss her temple and look into her eyes.
“We are the lucky ones too.” He said lovingly. “There is no person as kind, wise, brave and loving as you, Cristina.” He said fiercely. “Without you I would be lost in several moments when I came back to my family and even after. You are still what keeps me sane sometimes. Still what guides me. I could not be more grateful and honored by your love.”
“My heart goes with what Mark says.” Kieran said, kissing her cheek. “Your kindnes and caring showed me a new perspective about situations, Lady of Roses. Growing up surrounded by fairies can make everything look black and white. Still, you showed me new colors. You had faith on me and gaved me new chances when I tought I didn’t deserved it.” He caressed her hair back. “I am honored by your love as well.”
When they finished, her eyes burned with tears.
“I hate you both.” She covered her face with her hands, sounding muffled.
They laughed and took each one of her wrists, placing her hands above their hearts while kissing the tears in the corner of her eyes.
A greater love than any other emotion, indeed. She lets them kiss every inch of her face, caress every corner of her body, the three of them in a tight and loving embrace, enjoying the company and love in their small world.
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