She not only presses the velveteen of her ivory mouth against his own, but lingers long enough to exhale the sweetness of her breath against his cheek, pressing the gentlest of kisses against the strong muscle of his pale gold and white jawline. Hello, Svedka. Unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, her voice and gesture sends electricity fizzling through his spine, a sensation that brings the handsomest of smiles to the palness of his lips. Svedka follows her retreating face with wide, sweeping steps of his own. He would not let her close the space between them and then shy away, because he refuses to give her the chance.
They are now nearly chest to chest, the clear scent of sky and wind and sun on her copper-tinged wings settling into the fluttering of his nostrils. Svedka’s neck curves, strong and sturdy against her willowy and slender form, tracing the white of her neck with his own mouth, peppering her skin in tender kisses. “Hello,” he replies, his voice mumbling into the soft curve of her neck, his breath warm against the frigidity of the coming night wind.
“How have you been?” He truly does want to know, but he is lost in each gentle curve of her cheek and sloping neck, pressing his mouth onto the soft dip of her pale shoulder. “I hope you’ve been well. If not,” he pauses, another firm kiss planting onto her shoulder, “you’d have to tell me what I could do to change that.”
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