Finally a kiss
Sleep deprivation seems to always bring up drabble.
So here is one :
Finally a kiss
He smiled to her only a moment ago and now his knuckles are gently caressing her face. She rests her cheek in his palm. She hadn’t even realized she was looking for the soft contact. His mouth is on her forehead, her cheekbone, her jaw; it doesn’t muse long there, heading to the crook of her shoulder, pressing to her throat, so lightly it felt like a dream, a feather, yet strong enough to break the ice around her heart.
She is glad he took the initiative, dismissing her whine when she protested, feebly; he’s right, their half-shared blood doesn’t matter now, if it ever did. His breath journeyed up, warming her skin, teasing her chin until it finds her lips. No hesitation there, either, when he takes the kiss that was his all along and makes her warm again, whole again.
The hard loneliness that has been her prison for so long melts away under his mouth. The pain, the anger, the fear fused into longing. She is where she belongs, in her prince’s arms; his strength surrounds her and forms a shelter where she is welcome, always was. Who knew how much could be won from a kiss and a caress. Morgana didn’t. Maybe Arthur did.
It doesn’t matter. Only matters eternity and its murmur.
“I love you.”
So here is one :
Finally a kiss
He smiled to her only a moment ago and now his knuckles are gently caressing her face. She rests her cheek in his palm. She hadn’t even realized she was looking for the soft contact. His mouth is on her forehead, her cheekbone, her jaw; it doesn’t muse long there, heading to the crook of her shoulder, pressing to her throat, so lightly it felt like a dream, a feather, yet strong enough to break the ice around her heart.
She is glad he took the initiative, dismissing her whine when she protested, feebly; he’s right, their half-shared blood doesn’t matter now, if it ever did. His breath journeyed up, warming her skin, teasing her chin until it finds her lips. No hesitation there, either, when he takes the kiss that was his all along and makes her warm again, whole again.
The hard loneliness that has been her prison for so long melts away under his mouth. The pain, the anger, the fear fused into longing. She is where she belongs, in her prince’s arms; his strength surrounds her and forms a shelter where she is welcome, always was. Who knew how much could be won from a kiss and a caress. Morgana didn’t. Maybe Arthur did.
It doesn’t matter. Only matters eternity and its murmur.
“I love you.”