02-06-2017, 12:00 AM
Such warm familiarity in the soothing weight of an invisible wing draped over her like a blanket. Qismat snuggled a little closer, leaning into the solid presence of...of only the second person she had ever talked to, come to think of it. There had been a nice lady, much bigger, who had wrapped around her and kept her warm once upon a dream. A mother, perhaps, though the concept was a vague, blurry notion in the back of her head. This one, he held her differently, in ways that sent a whole new kind of warmth shimmering and shivering through her, altogether too confusing to ponder.
“Fairies?” she asked, trying to focus instead on the words flowing from lips she couldn’t see. Lips that brushed against her forehead and set her eyelids to drifting closed, coaxing a quiet little sound out of her throat she’d never made before, soft and encouraging. She traced the line of his jaw with the softest part of her nose, sighing against his skin. “How could little beasties steal away my wings?” Oh, but his were delightfully distracting, nudging her closer, rubbing her shoulder, tickling the curve of her ribs as he offered to share them, to stay with her ‘til hers made their way home like errant pets to attach themselves to her body once more.
“Oh, I think I’d like that very much,” she murmured, the words dissolving into a quiet little hum of protest as he withdrew. His lips touched her jaw softly, hesitantly, and she drew in a shaky breath, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat. “Ohh, very much indeed.” Odd, how her voice was deeper, huskier when it came out, almost a purr as her body swayed closer to his of its own volition, draw in by the gentle touch of his lips.
“How long do you think they’ll keep them?” How long, do you think, will I get to keep you? she didn’t quite manage to say, but her eyelids were heavy as she searched the air where his face should be, as if she could stare into his own and ask the question that felt suddenly as important somehow as when those far-less-touchable wings of hers would come home. Oh, but she wanted to rub up against him like a cat, lean into him and purr and press her lips to his skin. How strange. How delightfully strange. Her eyes drifted closed and she smiled, brushing her cheek against what felt like it could be his. “And what might we do while we wait?”
“Fairies?” she asked, trying to focus instead on the words flowing from lips she couldn’t see. Lips that brushed against her forehead and set her eyelids to drifting closed, coaxing a quiet little sound out of her throat she’d never made before, soft and encouraging. She traced the line of his jaw with the softest part of her nose, sighing against his skin. “How could little beasties steal away my wings?” Oh, but his were delightfully distracting, nudging her closer, rubbing her shoulder, tickling the curve of her ribs as he offered to share them, to stay with her ‘til hers made their way home like errant pets to attach themselves to her body once more.
“Oh, I think I’d like that very much,” she murmured, the words dissolving into a quiet little hum of protest as he withdrew. His lips touched her jaw softly, hesitantly, and she drew in a shaky breath, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat. “Ohh, very much indeed.” Odd, how her voice was deeper, huskier when it came out, almost a purr as her body swayed closer to his of its own volition, draw in by the gentle touch of his lips.
“How long do you think they’ll keep them?” How long, do you think, will I get to keep you? she didn’t quite manage to say, but her eyelids were heavy as she searched the air where his face should be, as if she could stare into his own and ask the question that felt suddenly as important somehow as when those far-less-touchable wings of hers would come home. Oh, but she wanted to rub up against him like a cat, lean into him and purr and press her lips to his skin. How strange. How delightfully strange. Her eyes drifted closed and she smiled, brushing her cheek against what felt like it could be his. “And what might we do while we wait?”