It's distracting, the way his breath warms her skin. It's in such contrast the chill of the rest out her that she can't help but to focus on that one patch of skin. He's thawed it and more besides with his airy ministrations.
A delicate hmmph! o
f sympathy vibrated her throat at his comment. So perhaps this was how Lepis treated all of his acquaintances when they made themselves known. Too stern by half for the boy who lived with so much freedom under his wings. But then again, that was what parents did. They guided and suggested and hoped that their children might survive to adulthood with some semblance of a happy life.
Aquaria's own parents loved her dearly, it was something she'd never had cause to question. And while they raised her, it was with that love in mind. As much as Pteron grumbled, and Lepis rebuked, surely their meanings were based in similar care as her own family's. They showed their love differently, was all.
Her mind dwelled on that word, love
, as the painted boy brushed the hair from her face. It was as simple and as complicated an idea as she'd ever come across, and one she felt a light zing of fear from when she considered its power. To let anything or anyone have that kind of control over her felt as dizzying as a maelstrom. So she laughed the feelings away, and inhaled deeper than she had since Pteron had appeared. They were on the same page, at least. She hoped.
"I should feel lucky, then, not to have that pressure. My sister has taken to motherhood like a heron to fishing. If her brood doesn't satisfy our mother, I don't know what could."
Not that she thought she'd never have her own family. It might be nice, some day, to know that she had someone to curl up against when the nights were especially dark. To someone to help her sort out the ever changing world, and to bring her back when she lost her place in it.
And children. Well. Not that she had any clue what to do with a baby, but Adria made it look easy. Natural. If she and whoever filled in that blurry space in her image of the future ever ended up reproducing, she was certain it would work out and be wonderful. How could any child made in love not be?
Her impulsive gesture was not a lingering one. The gentle pressure of her lips against the smooth curve of his throat an experimental thing, one she knew by sight far more than feeling. What was a kiss but a sign of affection? An expression of caring between family and friends. She did not know why then it felt so strange to have him repeat her action, to brush his own mouth against the fragile skin that hid her now too-fast pulse. Too fast, and then for a eternal second, it stopped.
His eyes, how had she never realized exactly how lovely his eyes were? They were rich moss and new leaves, the glassy sea and the vivid edge of mussel shells. They were beautiful, despite her being unable to place the emotion behind them. For all that she had been thinking, and for all that they had and hadn't said, she found herself lost in the moment their eyes met. She barely heard him when he breathed of an accident, and surely it couldn't have been more than that. Not with him standing here with her now, so whole and perfect.
His lips decended on her once more, and this time it is her cream jaw where he bestows his kiss. There is a burning feeling inside her now, the half-mad idea that his mother must be cackling behind some bush now, her plot all but come to fruition. That, or the woman would be mad enough to spit if she realized Aquaria hadn't been entirely honest in their so recent conversation. How could she be angry though, when Aquaria herself had only just fallen into the connection the older mare had so astutely seen from so far off.
He lingered at her pulse, and it seemed that she had warmed rather thoroughly in the brief moments that had passed. From her head to her hooves, all tingled with pleasantly hot awareness, every shift in his feathers across her shoulders and back a keenly noted touch. So she did what felt natural, and slid her jaw along his lips until her mouth met his. Her kiss was tender, uncertain, but honest in its delight. A smile pulled at her lips where they stayed against his blue ones.
"Don't go falling in love with me, Pteron of Taiga. Don't you dare."
She teased in a whispered melody, feeling their breath mingle on the cold air. Love, marriage, babies. All of that could wait for another day. Today was for them, and them alone. No questions about the unknown future nagging at their heels when all that had to exist was right now.
It's wonderful to lose herself to the heady intoxication of his kissed, her soft laughter punctuating the thrilling trail he'd been tracing along her face. And when she speaks, he laughs in return. She loved that she could do that, bring so much joy to the fellow who lit her up from inside. She meant it though, her warning.
If they could be like this forever, she wouldn't change a thing. Let them be friends, best friends, who brightened each other's days endlessly. How long had they know each other? Something more than a year. Not so long, really. But she wouldn't mind knowing him more. To prove to him and his mother that she could be as good as her word, and to be as true a friend as she knew how. Surely only good could come from a friendship like that.
So she drank in his hot and cold kisses, savored them. Memorized every scent and sound and sensation the moment had to offer. Something to treasure in darker days ahead. Her pearl white head rested against the cloud of his mane when the kisses stopped coming, took a steadying breath. "Deal,"
she agreed, her tone lighthearted and yet still carrying just a touch of reality. "I won't tie you down as long as you don't fall in love with me. Sounds fair."
And then it was her turn to hesitate, an unformed question hovering on her tongue only to be swallowed again.
One more kiss, cool as rain on his cheek, and the nereid stepped delicately from the shelter of his embrace. Too much, too fast, and the knowledge that more could destroy the fragile balance they had struck here. Her curious swimming gait took her a short ways from him before she realized she had no clear idea of where she was going. "Ah... Yes. I suppose that is why I came. What would you like to show me?"
She said over her shoulder with a taste of chargrin. How easy would it be to get "carried away"? And would it really be such a bad thing?
Unbidden in her mind's eye rose an image overlaying the winter scene. Pteron, looking at her warm enough to make her forget the frosty air. Her smiling sweetly back. And between them, some perfect child, every bit the balance between their sea and sky.
Such a child would know nothing but love, she had no doubt. Her promise, so recently spoken, hung heavy on her tongue. Naive, she was so, stupidly naive to let such an image in. It was shoved harshly back to the far depths of her mind, where she hoped it would stay. Let it be enough that he was here now, and her friend. He clearly was content with such an agreement, she could be as well.
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(This post was last modified: 11-11-2019, 02:36 PM by Pteron.)
Eyes met across the snowy expanse, olive and amethyst drawn together irrevocably. Appreciative looks and glances were not unknown to the nereid, not when she wore her supernaturally beautiful guise. Not much changed really, between her scaled and furred skins. Same long legs, same smooth arch to her neck and the straight symmetry of her face. Pretty, but not exceptional. That came from the magic of the sea.
She'd shed her magic today, but the way he was looking at her, she had to double take. No, no scales, no undulating fins. Just her unaltered self; and still he looked as though she were the sea itself. Her eyes crinkled as he returned to her side, her stomach flip flopping as he brushed against her. The smooth, cold slide of feathers against her thin skin set of a volley of shivers that began somewhere south of her belly and worked their way to every corner of her body.
He wanted to show her things. Things beyond the sights his home offered, and the way he laid kisses and promises against her skin made her certain of what he meant. His kindness, his consideration, the tender way he caressed her. It was wonderful, and she liked him all the more for his gentle ways. It was tempting to give him everything. Tempting, but too easy.
It was physically painful to feel him pull away, but it was good. It was. She could breath again. Her thoughts cleared somewhat, even if her blood still throbbed in distracting places. She grinned drunkenly at her feathered friend, head shaking. "You're a silver tongued nightingale, you know that?
" She laughed, pressing her own kiss into the bridge of his nose. "If there is anything more beautiful than you in these woods, I'll be shocked. As for your addendum..."
Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, as she feigned consideration. She knew what she wanted. And she knew it wasn't hers to have. "I want you to show me everything. I want to share every touch and every moan of pleasure with you. But..."
And here her face fell into sweet, aching wishing. "I'd worry. You want your grass and to eat it too. You're my friend, maybe my best friend. I don't want to risk that if I know I'll be alone again if-if something happened."
She shrugged, looking him in the eyes, begging silently that he'd understand. Let him respect their friendship enough to accept what she was saying.
Adria had her children, and raised them more or less on her own. Adria was strong like that, and Aquaria wasn't certain she had that kind of strength. If Pteron wanted more... Well, he couldn't have her half way. Just a two shadows pulsing in the night and pretending nothing had happened in the dawn's light. That wasn't her. And she hoped that wasn't what he thought of her.
It's dry here, so very dry, and she can feel her skin beginning to itch even without the scales. The cold makes it worse, and she missed the soothing warmth of Pteron enveloping her. The kisses float between them as easily as breathing, and she knows it would be just as effortless to give in. The way he cocks his head in response to her teasing name broadened the smile that never seemed far from her lips when he was near.
The way his face shifts with such utter focus a she speaks, so very very interested in what she had to say. It was a power she was only just realizing she held. Even without magic behind her, he listened.
He listened, and for a moment silence hung between them. How certain she is, that she had ruined things, had torn whatever interest he'd expressed and let it fall to the ground. She was not historically a one to worry. She didn't wear it well, let it roll from her scales as carelessly as water. This seemed a worthy introduction to caution, however.
She sighed softly, his little fish
, and listened in her turn. Her quiet worry shifted quickly into rueful attention as he once again held the answers. Of course, of course, things should have their season above as below. Sharks and rays migrated annually, the massive sea turtles landed on the shores, the sea birds to their nests. Not year round, but seasonally. And Autumn was so far away.
He was so confident that she can't help but know he is right. If he were to lie to her, there would be a reckoning, make no mistake. He had done nothing to give her reason to doubt him, though. He was her friend, her playmate. And his kisses flowed like wine across her lips, her throat, her shoulders. Further now, along the smooth white and gold dappled skin that clothed her ribs.
Another sigh fluttered past her lips, and she felt a loosening in her belly. The release of worry and fear that bloomed into something hungry. "No matter what." She repeated, breathy. It was no question, but an answer. The one she'd been looking for. Her hip leaned into where his shoulder met, the rustle of feathered wings a reassuring presence. "Show me, then,"
she twisted to catch his eye again.
Soft faith emanated from the pearl mare, faith in him. She had promised his mother that she would never hurt the son. She believed that he would not hurt her either. Not in any way that didn't please more than it stung. Not in any way that would damage the strength of the connection between them.
Her body moved instinctively, light friction warming and stimulating the patches of skin that met between them. "Show me how to fly, and I'll show you what it means to make love to a nereid."
Her timidity melted away like snowflakes on her nose, now that consequences seemed far away.
If her sister and niece were anything to go by, it would come as easy as swimming to the nymph. She was willing to find out.