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Summary: Any effort to escape the heat is for naught when Cherise is trapped under the weight of Falk, he makes up for his misgivings with a solution
Prompt: Heat Wave Day 4 of @summerinwayhaven prompt list :)
Rating: General
Additional tags: fluff, banter, too much longing, non-sexual nudity (not heavily described)
WC: 2k
A/N: I have little to say besides I love how this turned out (also I'm late to posting but better late then never!)
Sweat trickles down her spine, down the arch of her throat and past the curve of her collarbones.
The heat is unforgiving, infiltrating every inch of air, coating Wayhaven in a haze.
It has no trouble seeping through her thin clothes, sinking into her skin and making itself at home.
Much like a certain someone that's perched himself atop her.
Falk certainly isn't helping.
He's chosen possibly the warmest day of summer to be overly affectionate.
It's about as excruciating as it is sweet.
They're splayed out on her couch, her head tilted back against the arm as his head rests on her stomach, her hands on his shoulders.
Cherise doesn't even want to contemplate the unruly state of her hair.
Falk doesn't seem to mind one bit, perfectly content to lay as a tangled mess in a heap.
All while she's practically dying from the intensity of the swelter.
Even through her pure torment, a part of her refuses to even entertain the idea of pushing him off.
He's like a cat that's found his favorite sunbeam, stretched out without a care in the world, letting his eyes fall shut as he hums.
It warms her already burning heart.
The sage green tank top she threw on earlier has pooled around her waist, skin to skin with him as his cheek presses against her.
It's a miracle how he isn't overheating with the proximity.
Her head feel heavy while she yawns, the weather doing nothing to help her stay awake. With every blink, they start to feel slower, it gets harder to keep her eyes open.
Of all the days for the building to have a power outage, it had to be this one.
In the middle of the blasted day, with the sun beaming down on the rooftops and no clouds in sight.
And of course, there's no estimated time that it's going to be back on.
The world is against her today, and it seems the only one that is on hers would rather be on top of her.
Her arms leave his vicinity as she stretches out, arms above her head as she extends.
A soft disgruntled sound escapes Falk as his arms loosen for her, leaning on his elbows instead of her.
"Am I that heavy?" The question is rhetorical, as he could never keep her down, quite the opposite, he uplifts her.
"No, but you are smothering me." She playfully accuses.
"Oh, is that all?" He asks with an arched brow.
"Not to mention holding me hostage-" Her tirade gets interrupted, promptly.
"I beg your pardon?" Mock indignation colors his voice, and he plays the part all too well.
"Well if you'd let me finish-" She flourished, making a gesture with her hand.
"I don't think I want to." He insisted, vehemently.
Brewing laughter makes her chest shake lightly, while his voice has pitched a little higher.
"Well if I'm not wanted-" His flair for dramatics never ceased to amuse her.
Falk moved to shift to his knees before she tugged him right back where he belonged.
"Get back here, you foolish man." She chided.
"First you insinuate I'm holding you against your will and now you insult me? You wound me." He muttered, all while his lips are against her skin, muffling the words.
"Somehow I think you'll live."
"Don't hold your breath, meor'dal." He countered.
"You don't get a choice in the matter!" She exclaimed, laughter clear in her shaky tone.
"Now who's being held captive?" He reminded, all too smug.
Her eyes roll as she entertains the ridiculous banter that ensues, smoothing down his wrinkled shirt and fixing his collar.
It seemed to be a little habit she developed.
A pleased rumble sounded from him, as he bent to her touch.
Her nails traced the curve of his ear, watching the way it made him shiver.
She knew all too well that it was a sensitive spot, one that she didn't waste a chance to tease.
It never once provoked one scowl or grumble, nor did he bat away her hands or demand her to stop.
Falk was wrapped around her finger. Unequivocally so.
Color had flooded her skin, the hue of her cheeks, the tips of her ears, the sweep of her chest.
It was safe to say she was fatigued with this weather, already wishing for nightfall.
Or for a source of electricity to feel cool and alive again.
Not this much to be left desired state.
"Am I such miserable company?" Falk provoked.
"More like my only saving grace." Cherise reassured.
"That's the closest anyone has ever compared me to the divine." He hums, like that alone makes up for any and all misfortunes.
"I better be the first and last." She declared, gently poking him.
"Rest assured, dearest, not a soul can outshine you." He promised, not at all lightly.
A pleased feeling flourished in her chest, as if a flare had been released in her chest, burning so bright and with such color until it disappeared before your eyes.
It seemed they had that affect on each other, except the flame remained timeless, enduring, undying.
The delicate flutter of his lashes brought her attention back to him, the slope of his nose, the purse of his lips.
He was too good to be true.
Perfectly, plainly and painfully beautiful.
Letting her fingertips graze his soft skin, she took her time memorizing features she already knew by heart.
The sharpness of his jaw, the dilation of his eyes, the shape of his lips.
Even during this time of year, he was unfairly put together. The perfect picture, like the prettiest dream.
One of his hand raises with the utmost care, swiping away a stray bead of sweat.
"I don't know how you can stand this." She bemoaned, letting one of her arms fall over her eyes.
"I've been in worse conditions." He shrugs, somehow gracefully instead of carelessly.
"That makes two of us." She agrees, having found herself in less then ideal situations. Even if this one is still torture, albeit his company.
"Even with the smothering-" He rubs in, not quite letting it go.
"Especially with it." She interrupts, stopping his complaining in it's tracks before it get out of hand.
She wouldn't let him think for one second that this isn't what her sappy little heart desired. Cherise is rather sure her heart would stop out of protest if he stopped.
Which is a breach of betrayal, but the part of her is his now
"A bath might help cool you down." He suggested, gently blowing a strand of hair aside before it pesters her.
"Will you join me?" She requests, looking at him through her lashes, laying it on thick even when well aware of his answer before he says it.
"If I ever say no to that question, assume the worst." He answers, gravely serious.
"As in it's not you?" She questions, unable to wipe the smile from her face. For a man of such rigid reputation, his humor never fails to amuse her.
"Are you sure you're not a mind reader?" He teases, which reminds her of the time he couldn't read her at all, leaving him puzzled.
The thought delights her to no end.
Laughter escaped her as she gently shoved him off in a show, before promptly dragging him behind her to the en suite.
"I'll keep that in mind for future reference." Skirting his question, knowing he knows the answer.
Halfway there, his hands encase her waist as he carries her the rest of the way. Prompting a squeal from her as he manhandles her in effortlessly.
Even when there's a heatwave, he still manages makes goosebumps rise on her skin.
Running water is the only sound that courses through her apartment, cascading through the spout and filling the tub.
It will probably feel freezing on her feverish skin.
Falk does the liberty of peeling off her matching set, setting it to the side with care. The pale green ensemble is cast aside, talons weaving through her hair as she unbuttons his shirt with admirable patience.
Soon any and all scraps of clothing meet the floor, before he guides her in the cool depths with him.
Over exaggerated gasps and exclamations flee from her before Falk pulls her down with him, before she can further protest.
Settling against the the broad planes of his chest, his arms loosely encircle her waist.
No longer wilting from the relentless stifling temperature, it bleeds away as she melts into him.
No longer weary, bright eyed and able to relax without feeling like the next time she blinks, she'll fall asleep.
Droplets cling to her skin, drip from the ends of her hair and cascade back into the body of water
Tipping her head back, the back of her head meets his shoulder, resting there.
It feels like waking up from a dream.
The haze has been lifted and life is unfazed.
A wistful sigh escapes the confines of her chest, tangling her fingers with his.
"Feeling better?" He queries, peering down at her.
"Worlds better." She nods, a barely there move of her head.
The bath is almost too small for the both of them but they make it work, seeing as personal space isn't an issue. If anything, they share that too.
The bathroom is cloaked with shadow, only slivers of sunlight shining through the drapes. The only thing that brights the room is the the natural light.
There's no hum of electricity, overhead lights or the sound of the air conditioner.
No next door music, running washer or dryer or the sound of a television.
Just swish of water and their combined breathing.
Cherise finds even with all the drawbacks, she could stay cramped here forever.
All because of him.
Who would have thought?
Her apartment was the place she rested her head, put her feet up and spent a fair share of her time.
It was nothing special, but it was hers.
A shell of a place filled with colors of her choosing and her belongings. What could be the makings of a home.
Then he came along, with his notions and his splendor of things, making it theirs in the blink of an eye.
A true home.
Something she'd had yet to have. Filled with love and no sense of distance.
Falk's chin came to rest on the crook of her shoulder, breaking her out of the reverie.
Turning her head, her nose gently bumped his.
Leaning into her, he nuzzled closer. Forehead resting with her, his nose brushing hers.
"I can't say I need anything but this." He sighed, blissfully.
"The feeling is mutual." She whispered, full of longing.
His lips met hers in soft desperation, hand coming to cradle her jaw as he kisses her.
She responds in kind, melting like a sweet against him.
There's nothing in the world that compares to the feeling of kissing Falk and what it ignites in her.
There's no longer molten heat in her veins but this desire is flaming even higher and the only one that can douse it out is coaxing them.
This need is writhing through her and extending to him.
He holds it together by holding her tighter.
Unraveling as one until they run out of breath, lips still touching as they share breathless smiles.
The lights suddenly flickering makes her jump and the sound of the air conditioning kicking back in made them laugh.
Just when they decided they didn't need something, it decided to make itself useful again.
Soon enough cool air would filter in and probably make them cold but they made no move to leave the comfort of the water or each other.
Even if this time of year was suffocating, breathing with him felt easier.
Like it was all worthwhile, year round.
She hoped to be this well-loved the rest of her life, for it to be him.
Little did she know, he had every intention of making this forever.
Pairing: Falk x Fem!Detective, Rook x Rebecca (only mentioned)
Summary: Falk's left to his own devices at home and gets a little curious, as one does. Perusing Cherise's bookshelf tells a story long past and another blossoming in the present.
Prompt: Poetry! Day 3 of @summerinwayhaven prompt list :)
A/N: Honestly when I originally saw this one I thought of Falk and Cherise AND Rook and Rebecca and I had no idea which one I wanted to do, which direction to go in, etc. Somehow it became all of them, from Falk's pov
I tried copy pasting just to find out the colors didn't translate and I refuse to change anything so instead here's the link <3
I tried choosing the best background for the colors to translate so let's hope it's not an eyesore
Ellipsus makes it easy for anyone to write together.
I'm just now realizing the colors I assigned in this fic don't translate on here because Tumblr only has so many colors and I should have figured this out but now I'm like UUUUGGGGHHHHH
A/N: I heavily associate bodies of water with Falk because of the reflections thing so I'm always thinking up scenarios with these two
The ocean waves crashed against the shore, lapping against the land, creeping up and soaking the sand, which was currently between her toes.
The sun was shining, sea salt was in the air, and the breeze wafted against her skin.
The parasol above her chair protected her from the heat, and sunglasses spared her from blinding light the sunshine provided.
Her book was astride on the the cooler, used as a make up tabletop.
The chair beside her own remained empty, a lone beach towel laid on it. Falk had taken up residence beneath her, as he'd decided the distance was too great.
Her legs were tangled with his own, his arms draped around her middle.
The urge to suntan had been tempting, if only at the risk of burning a little if she lost track of time, but that was before Falk had slyly made his way over, made himself at home and drawing little attention while he did so.
It wasn't out of the ordinary for them to be a little touch-starved, to close a mere distance even if it was only a foot. So, she thought nothing of it and took notice by the time it was too late.
Never having the heart to deny him a thing, she let him stay. Whether it was just as much for herself as him didn't matter.
They were reclined, her head tipped back against his shoulder as his talons teased the expanse of her stomach, on the verge of ticklish.
The flimsy cover up shirt he had worn was now hers, sheer fabric brushed off to her sides, as he had deemed it 'in his way'. It would have been better to shrug it off but she didn't have it in her to move.
All too comfortable, he toyed with the strings of her bikini, traced patterns on her skin, twirling the ends of her hair around his finger.
Entirely taken with her instead of the scene before them.
It should have been preposterous and yet it made her foolish heart flutter.
Craning her neck for a glimpse of him, his head lay back, not a lick of tension in his body.
Cherise had convinced Falk to wear sunglasses, if not for his sake, then for her. She felt awful when he could only squint.
Having refused any drab styles, he had chosen a solid color, oval frames. Matching with his swim attire, of course.
Mirth over the fiasco made her smile, unbidden and brighter then the sun.
"Stare any longer and I might be blinded." There was a lack of conviction behind those words, not a touch of heat to them.
"By my beauty?" She quipped.
"Among other things.." He muttered.
"You still wouldn't look away."
"Oh, how well you know me."
Tracing the underside of them, his nose gently twitched as she reached the other side.
Gently catching her wrist in his grasp, he brings it to his lips, placing an utmost careful kiss on the inside of it.
"You almost look human, y'know." She teased, knowing the reaction she would garner.
"I will take them off."
"Don't you dare."
Barely concealed laughter makes her chest shake, features lined with joy, unable to help herself.
Falk watches on with his lips tilted up slightly, to which he would never admit.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asks lowly.
"Immensely." Her shining eyes aglow with love.
"Aside from pestering me?" He queried, words filled with unshed laughter.
"Do you even need to ask?" Her head tilts a little to the side as if she was saying 'really?'
"Humor me anyway." He asks of her, like he needs to hear it.
"Always." Effortlessly falls from her lips, just for him.
They sit there for a moment, in perfectly crafted silence. Comfortable to just exist, in each other's presence.
Rolling on to her stomach, she comes chest to chest with him. Even shielded from the sun, his skin is still warm.
Cherise admires him wordlessly, as speechless as she might be if someone asked her to describe him. There weren't enough words in the world.
Peppering kisses on the plains of his chest, color marks blooming on his chest, the softest of pinks, that nobody is around to see.
Evidence of her love for him and her claim.
Her hair falls in her face in the process and he brushes it out of the way, holding it in place. Sweeping a taloned finger across her cheek bone, gentle as the wisp of the breeze.
She leans into it, isn't afraid to let him feel the weight of this.
There was no need to prove it was real and yet they did it nonetheless.
There's anticipation brewing in her veins, a lightness she doesn't think she's ever felt.
The urge to kiss him silly, kick her feet and give into these restless butterflies.
Maybe this is the closest thing she's had to normalcy. Scratch that- it certainly is. And the man who's gifted it to her is no human, no unachievable dream. Just that, a changed man.
There's no desire to wonder what her life would be like without him.
Before he can ponder on her thoughts or pry into them, she speaks first.
Clearing her throat, the words don't get caught. "Care for some more fun?"
"I could be convinced.." Falk trails off, all too happy to provoke her.
"Please?" She beseeches, in a sickly sweet tone.
"Must you weaponize my only weakness against me?"
Leaning in to bump her nose against his, she teases; "You loooove me."
An over exaggerated roll of his eyes is to be expected, however there is not even a hint of denial to be seen nor heard.
"Why I ever admitted to such a thing escapes me."
While the clear reason was plopped right in his lap, content in his grasp.
"But you did." She rubs in, in a singsong tone.
"That I did." He admits in defeat, all defenses dropped.
"So, come on!"
Cherise maneuvers herself up, gently tugging at his hand.
He goes willingly, ready to follow wherever she leads him- even if it's astray.
"This ought to be something." He muses, as they meander into blinding light.
Falk's sure sand has invaded many crevices, spread over his hands, between his toes, the expanse of his legs and some of his chest.
The latter is due to her hands, which he didn't dare shoo away.
Even with the dreadful grainy texture, he can't bring himself to care.
Cherise is across from him, molding wet sand into shapes while the shore laps nearby, just barely brushing her skin each time.
The sun makes her hair look as if it's flaming, highlights her freckles, dusts her in a glow. The soft breeze makes her hair billow in the wind and she makes futile attempts to fix it, successfully getting sand in her hair.
She looks unreal.
He believed humanity to be nothing more then ordinary and then Cherise Olsen came along and knocked him off kilter, shattered his once unwavering beliefs.
Made his be-still heart race once again.
No matter if he had been advancing or retreating, she didn't give up for a second, when his touch meant danger, her hand was still outstretched just daring him to take it.
And so he did.
Best decision of his life.
"Are you even hearing me right now?"
Cherry's voice trickles in, interrupting thoughts that already consisted of her, looking at him expectantly.
"Might you repeat yourself?"
"Will it be a waste of breath?" Sarcasm laced her otherwise angelic voice.
"I can think of another way to steal you of air."
A grin is plastered on her lips as she shakes her head, strands of her hair flowing with the motion.
"What had you so distracted?" She asked earnestly.
"You."
The color rising on her face could be blamed on the heat but he knows better.
"What about me?" She asks in a tentative voice.
"Everything about you." It's all too honest, a baring of his soul but she owns it anyhow.
Catching sight of sunscreen on her cheek, he reaches out and gently caresses her face, brushing over it with his thumb until it's no longer visible.
Knocking over the sandcastles they've spent so long on, he settles in front of her.
"Your hair," His talons run through the unruly curls, smoothing out any tangles. "Your freckles." Leaning in, for every dot, he places a kiss.
"Your existence."
"You make it so hard to be mad at you." She uttered.
A genuine smile crosses his face, which used to be rare and now it's reserved for her.
Before he knows it, her forehead rests against his, lips pressing to his in a kiss.
His hand curls around the side of her neck, settling at her nape, drawing her in further.
"You're a bad influence." The accusation is half-hearted, at best.
"And yet you still love me." He said without a drop of doubt.
"Indefinitely," she whispered, nuzzling against him. "You're stuck with me."
"What am I ever to do?"
"Love me back." She whispers against his lips.
Breathing in her words, his own come out with a soft exhale. "That goes without saying."
They're a mess of sand, banter and love.
"What if I want to hear you say it?" She inquired teasingly.
"You need only ask." He murmured, like it was that simple.
"How much do you love me?" Her head tilted with the question, as if the curiosity was swaying her.
"More then any string of words can convey." It was the anticlimactic truth, no poem, love letter or sonnet could do his feelings justice.
A soft and exaggerated sigh left her "Such a shame."
"Isn't it?" No matter, he would spend his life proving it to her, whether it be in actions or affirmations.
They've melted into each other so much so that if the water were to sweep in, it would wash them away.
The only sounds are the waves, seagulls in the distance and their shared breathing.
Sand sticks to their skin, with a sheen of mist and sunscreen.
At some point he tipped over, hiding her from the sun. He might as well be on top of her.
Her painted nails gleam in the light, glittering with a matching shade of her swimsuit.
Gently taking hold of her slender fingers, he traces each tip and with it his talon, before folding her palm and ending with a kiss.
Cherise watches him with rapt attention, a fond look in those grey eyes, brimming with affection.
Falk could stare at her forever and never grow tired, could sit there like one does as paint dries. What might be a deemed a waste of time never crossed his mind, as she was too valuable a sight to take for granted. Not beholding it would be the waste.
The rise and fall of her chest has slowed, in sync with his own.
It's lucky no other people had befallen them, the tangled heap they were in just might have been unseemly for the public.
Whatever it might lead to was a far more tempting thought.
No longer able to hold herself up, Cherise settles in the sand.
Without missing a beat, he follows.
A melodic hum resounds from her lips, arms coming to rest over his shoulders.
It was a wonder how they weren't overheating.
He should have been pulling her to her feet, holding her hand and offering to reapply her sunscreen. Neither of them made to move.
The need to climb in her skin hadn't quelled, it left to him to wonder if it would ever come to a cease.
He fervently hoped it would not.
"Could I convince you to go home early?" He asked offhandedly, as if it were an afterthought instead of on the forefront of his mind.
"It can't be called a day at the beach if we do."
"It can be whatever we want it to be."
It seemed she couldn't disagree with him, as she didn't object. Not even a roll of those grayscale eyes or the head tilt with an arched brow.
"And miss all this?"
"They're all things I've seen before."
"I'm one of those things." She retorted, dryly.
"Looking at you is like seeing you for the first time all over again."
The color on her cheeks had yet to subside just as the waves, washing in and flooding away before flowing back in.
"Do you ever tire of seeing me flustered?"
"That is a day that will never come."
"Well, if it's your favorite sight, no need to leave, right?"
Cheeky, as always.
"I know something to make you forget about home." She proclaimed, all too sure.
"That just makes me think about-"
"Shush!" Cherise reprimands him halfheartedly, an incredulous smile on her face.
Falk's dragged on his feet once more, at the mercy of her lead and wherever she decides to take him.
As far the eye can see, there's boundless depths of water, rippling and restless, filled with the wonders of life.
Yet all her focus hones in on is silver strands of hair, luminescent under sunlight. The droplets of salt clinging to his eyelashes, the glisten of his skin.
He's ridiculously beautiful and half the time he doesn't even know it.
They had waded past waist deep water, and her feet no longer knew the touch of land. Just aimlessly floating, right in Falk's orbit.
It's like the water even knew it's where she wanted to be- was meant to be.
These were no longer uncharted waters, no uncertainty or any trace of unfamiliarity.
Perfectly intimate. Habitual, if anything.
Finally tearing her gaze which had bore through him, she took in the feel of being submerged.
The weightless feel of her hair, water swishing through her fingers, the smoothness of her skin.
The sun was overhead and paid no mind, so long as it didn't burn her.
One moment contrast grey could be glimpsed in her peripheral vision and the next it was before her.
"Do you think we would last five seconds not being in each other's presence nowadays?"
"Not if I could help it."
The topic wasn't remotely serious and yet the way he said it made it sound like it was dire.
It was so absurd she couldn't help the grin that touched her lips, an amused huff escaping her aside a flutter in her chest.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, I would never."
There wasn't a serious bone in her body, not when it came to lightly mocking him. Cherise had a feeling he liked it more then he let on.
Dashing forward, he catches her in his arms as she squeals.
"Don't do that!"
"Don't make light of me and I'll stop."
"Liar."
"It's the sentiment that counts."
"Mhm, I'm sure."
Even when engulfed in cool body of water, something still simmers between them.
Together they float as one, letting the current coax them further from land. There should have been some effort against it, some measure to ensure they wouldn't go too far.
Instead they just drifted.
Legs brushing as they slowly but surely treaded, her chest meeting his with every inhale and exhale.
Lifting her arms from her sides, they slide across his shoulders and make themselves at home crossed at his back.
Falk draws her in, until her nose bumps against his.
Salt sits on their skin with no sting, as they breathe each other's mingled air, not so much robbing as sharing.
"Still thinking of home?" She hums in question.
"How could I dare dream of anything else when you're here?" He countered, far too casually.
Like anytime he said something so sweet the world wasn't pulled out from under her feet.
And people called her charming.
Unable to conjure words of the same reverence, she pulled him in for a kiss, a repeating compulsion it seemed.
Not that it appeared to deter him.
His hand gently curled around the expanse of her throat, the hum that curled from her likely a vibration against his skin that spilled from her lips to his.
He held her as if she were porcelain, someone to be cradled with care.
Not because she was someone liable to break or already broken, just because he could.
The very thought warmed her heart.
As if he were water, he filled her lungs and stole her will to breathe and yet she wasn't drowning.
There was no flailing or thrashing, just a surrender as a current dragged her under.
Her skin burned in the way no sun could cause, the only thing that affected her this way being Falk.
Finally releasing her in the name of air, he didn't stray far.
His hand still occupied her hip, the other resting on her throat.
Foreheads kissing when they no longer could.
"Are you trying to make me swoon?" Her voice was far too airy to make a point.
"For whatever purpose?" He pondered, sidestepping any blame.
"So I'd be perfectly pliant to carry home."
"Is it working?"
"No."
"Now who's lying?"
Unadulterated laughter escaped her as her head tiled back, a giddy feeling in her chest.
"Never change, beloved."
"So long as you stay the same, meor'dal."
The shore is still in sight as they slowly wade back in, still intermingled and inseparable.
When they reach solid ground, they don't immediately leave the comfort of the water, sitting there in bliss, letting the moment sink in.
One hand rests at her side, while her other is encased in Falk's.
It's a rare sight that some part of her isn't touching him.
"Want something sweet?" She wondered, catching his eye.
"If it's in the form of a kiss, it's a resounding yes."
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photos are the kind of vibe i wanted to encapsulate. not sure if i did but it's alright.
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"So why couldn't I drive again?"
I throw a short glance at Farah, wishing I could watch the way the passing streetlights dance across her teasing expresion.
"The agency doesn't let you drive their vans," I retort, grinning so she knows I'm playing. "And this is my baby."
The wind nearly whisks away her quiet laughter, "I thought I was your baby." Slender fingers find my thigh, squeezing just enough for my heart to jump in my chest. She's teasing me. She knows I can't take my gaze off the road, even if we're in the middle of assfuck nowhere.
"You are my baby," my voice is quiet, vulnerable, "and you are teasing me."
"We've been in the car for 45 minutes and I have nothing to do. Of course I'm teasing you."
"I could turn on the radio. I could sing. You could sing."
Farah squeezes my thigh again, affection weighing heavy in the gesture. When I glance over at her, at the emotion in her gaze, I very strongly consider pulling over right here. On the side of the path that stretches into the horizon, surrounded by nothing but open fields and crickets.
"Not that that doesn't sound fun, but I'd rather this."
"Teasing me?"
"No, the quiet."
I cover her hand with mine, easily threading our fingers together in the dark of the cab. Her thumb finds my ring, carfully twisting it around my pinky, habitually stroking the skin.
The motion is familiar and relaxing in the silence that falls between us. No sound but the rumbling of my truck and the wind whipping past my head. For a moment, I worry that it's bothering her ears, even though she assured me when we started driving that it was alright. Still…
"Does the wind bother you at all?"
"Birdie, I'm alright," Farah smiles at me when I glance over, "but thank you."
"Of course, mouse. We're only a little farther out anyway."
"I thought you said we don't have a destination in mind," I can hear the faint challenge in her voice, a quirk of her brow I don't need to see to know it's there.
"Weeelllll," I turn onto a barely-visible path, pavement turning to gravel beneath the wheels, "I lied." The darkness is all-encompassing now, away from the scattered and dim country streetlights that are there as a mere formality. Here, it's just the high beams and the stars above illuminating the night between us. Any homes are few and far between where they dot the landscape, most lights kept dark this late.
Soon, I'm pulling over and parking. Not in any particular spot, just as long as we're surrounded by the nothingness.
"And where have you taken me?"
"Not a clue," I grin at my girlfriend, tugging our joined hands to lightly kiss her knuckles. "Okay, I do know, but it's just a random ass field. Some back-country road."
"Well I figured that one out, silly."
Farah leans close, lips pulled into a smile when she kisses me, long and slow. Her skin is damp with sweat from the summertime humidity, but I don't mind, pressing closer to feel her moving against me.
"Is this what the snacks you tried to hide in the backseat are for?" She murmurs quietly, eyes shining faintly in the dark. I huff, chasing after her mouth for another affectionate kiss.
"And the blankets to line the bed of the truck."
"You're so good to me." The words are still coated with a faint layer of disbelief I've been trying to melt away. But it's the kind that's burrowed deep in your bones, your heart convinced this is all fake, all an act. I'm not quite free of it either, and hers must be more deply embedded. But there's less of it than before.
"I do my best, baby," I touch my cheek to hers, breathing in an intoxicating mixture of shampoo and fresh country air.
Summary: A long awaited trip is no longer around the corner and here to be taken, at last Falk and Cherise make it out of Wayhaven
Prompt: Road trip! Day 1 of @summerinwayhaven prompt list :)
Rating: General
Additional tags: fluff, banter, pining, idiots in love, lots of handholding
WC: 3k
A/N: It might not be your typical road trip but this is how I imagined it going for this pair <3 I've only been on one and it's when I was young so my experience is not vast
Today was the awaited day that had been yet to come, and here it was.
Nerves were a flutter at the premise of an escape, a whisper of freedom, the promise of adventure.
Frolicking away to the wild, where nothing could follow.
Leaving behind what loomed over her shoulders and not looking back for it.
A place that incited delight and anticipation instead of dread or danger.
No other then Falk was more pleased that they were going somewhere Unit Bravo wouldn't follow.
It made her lips tip up in the curve of a smile, just how much he had done to make this happen.
All for the sake of a little privacy.
This little getaway had been planned for months, ceaseless inquiries and requests, reassurances and certainties.
Precautions set just for her, that seemed a little redundant. For how much safer could she be, in the middle of nowhere?
In the end, they had earned the stamp of approval.
Her things were packed, everything she may or may not need, all tucked in a suitcase.
It still didn't feel like enough.
Some little voice inside her insisted something was missing, even if it simply wasn't.
It might have been the fact she hadn't left Wayhaven in so long, that her roots were so deeply set there.
Cherise wanted that though, to know his home. To lay down foundations and make it her own.
To flee from familiarity and out into uncharted waters, to share this something with her lover.
There were no concrete plans, no preparations for stops or reservations. Simply whatever drew their eye or called to them.
Just her and him and the stretches of road.
It had been a time since she had drove long distances, the thought of teasing him to get behind the wheel briefly passed her mind.
To which he would vehemently refuse until he ultimately gave in to her ridiculous whim.
There was a strong inkling he wouldn't fit into her silver hatchback, and thankfully he wouldn't have to find out. An Agency grade vehicle had been provided, at the behest for safety reasons.
And to keep in Falk's good graces, probably.
It would be comfortable, whether the space was filled with soft silence or lively conversation, to just drive in a direction and reach your destination and not keep track of time.
They knew of places where Falk could roam without a veil on. Where there was the guarantee of no humans- that weren't in the know.
Cherise couldn't imagine him with one, to see a different version of him. One that wasn't truly himself.
She loved him just as he was, didn't wish for him to parade around in what wasn't his own skin.
The gleaming eyes, the pallid skin, the silver strands, the curved ears.
He wasn't a human and nor should he be, because then he wouldn't be who she fell in love with.
The man she fell in love with was exactly who he should be.
Too lost in thought to notice, a pair of arms encircled her, breaking the prolonged stupor.
A short-lived gasp cut through the air, as she was pulled into a solid chest, tension bleeding out of her frame as she settled into him.
"Ever heard of personal space?" She teased breathlessly.
"I'm unfamiliar with the concept.." Falk hummed, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Feigning innocence in that airy tone she adored.
"I'll have to introduce you." Cherise mused aloud.
"Shame, I don't think I can make it." Except the unbothered lilt to his voice suggested otherwise.
"When I didn't even suggest a day?" Her words sounded just as disbelieving as intended.
"Unnecessary, I won't be free." He waved off any discourse she threw his way with ease.
"And what might be the beholder of your attention?" Her sarcasm was as clear as the sky.
"You, of course."
The answer was so cliche and yet it made her heart stutter. Color threatened to crawl up her neck and invade her cheeks with it's heated sting.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." No matter how stern she tried to sound, it probably came off as more flustered then anything.
"I'm right where I want to be." He promised, without a hint of doubt in his voice.
Craning her neck, she caught his eye.
The seldom chance they were alone, the gentle look on his face greeted her. Reserved purely and only for her.
They exchanged soft smiles as his talons traced up the expanse of her neck, talons tenderly cupping her chin.
Falk seemed to study her, drink in her features and linger there.
"Are you ready, Meor'dal?" The question was unhurried, like he was prepared to give her all the time in the world.
Her head dipped in a small nod. "I am," she reassured, more secure with him at her side. "Do we have everything?"
"I think we have more then everything." He said wryly.
A blinding smile graced him as she shook her head.
In the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the car. His things were most likely already stowed away, awaiting her baggage.
"Shall we?"
While it was no secret Falk visited the small town just for her, he always relished going back. Even more so now, that she was going along with him.
"Lead the way, Beloved."
Nightfall was in full effect, the town was hollow with sleep and there was a full moon.
Cherise was sure it would be much the same when she returned.
Sooner rather then later, they were off.
The car was filled with warmth, the windows were tinted and the seats reclined.
Foreign comforts he was unaccustomed too.
Soft music filtered through the air, faint enough that it didn't bother his senses.
With one hand on the wheel and the other in his, Cherise drove seamlessly.
Falk watched her with affection, anticipation thrumming through his bones.
It would be no matter what he saw, where they went, how it ended.
So long as they were together.
The sights had been something, strange and unfamiliar, interesting all the same.
Buildings lined with glass, paved streets and blinding lights.
Crowds of people on sidewalks and streams of cars.
All of it paled in comparison to watching her.
"Want to take a detour?"
"I'll trust your judgment on if I do."
A snort of amusement escaped her and it made his lips twitch.
Before he knew it, the busy city turned into the outskirts of it. How he preferred it.
This was all probably the normal for her, now that he thought about it. How anyone could grow used to it was beyond him.
But he was supposed it was all she knew, and what he had grown opposed to.
The car came to a slow as they parked, the rumble of it dying down. The ground here was not pavement and instead dirt and gravel. The noise had faded and there was no harsh lights on his eyes.
Suddenly her door opened and with it came the breeze. "You coming?" A cheeky smile was on her lips.
Now, how could he resist?
Climbing out of the contraption, he walked around to her side and found her hand.
The lookout offered a more pleasant view of the city and all it's offerings, even if they didn't entertain him.
The lights twinkled in the distance, the taller buildings reflected the rising moon, the night highlighted it's impartial beauty.
Better viewed from a distance, he thought.
"I almost forgot about this place.." Cherise's voice sounded reminiscent as she leaned on him.
"I'm grateful you didn't." Over the moon that she shared this with him.
Even over something so trivial.
"There's a tourist attraction a little further out.." She proposed, in a quiet hum.
"Will anyone be there?" He asked, brow arched.
"At this time of night?" She returned, doubtfully.
"One never knows." Falk offered a half shrug.
"Only one way to find out.." She grinned, all too happy with herself.
Someday their recklessness would catch up to them, he hoped it would not be this day.
Begrudgingly, he let her hand slip from his grasp, for the time being.
A short venture down a desolate road revealed softer grounds, lush with grass and occasional patches of flowers.
Lines of trees and various other forms of life.
The car came to a stop and they climbed out, meeting once again in the middle.
There was an overarching sign overhead.
"Sign Post Forest"
A path signaled their way through, to the array of mysteries inside.
It was an un-ordinary thing, wilderness minced with other-worldly things. Of course you could find things left behind by humans, valuable or otherwise but this was rather different.
His wandering eye saw names of many places, nearby or from across the world. While he had traveled the earth for many years, there were still places he didn't know, nooks left unexplored.
Watching the world go quiet was a favorite pastime of his.
Cherise seemed a little apprehensive, maybe thinking she was in over her head or that he would find this repulsive.
"Have you been here before?"
"Can't say I have been," she murmured. "Or at least I don't remember."
It seemed the lighthearted conversation eased her.
It was a sight to behold, even if he was eternally glad no such thing was on his land. It would all too soon turn into an eyesore.
It seemed these signs were brought from all over, all in one place. Quite the attraction. To see all this and know you left something behind.
Some of the meanings escaped him, but he didn't bother asking.
It was an odd feeling, being out in the open. In a space humans frequented, not all by his lonesome. The company was welcomed with open arms.
A gentle nudge grabbed his attention.
"Was it a waste of time?"
"Spending time with you is never a waste, no matter the place."
Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he pulled her into an embrace.
Here they were, tucked away from civilization, in the dark of night.
There was no other way he would have it, less she wanted it.
"I love you." He whispered into the night, only for her ears.
Cherise's eyes glazed over, like she could never grow tired of hearing it.
"I love you more."
"Nonsense. Does everything have to be a contest with you?" There was no heat in his rebuttal, only mock annoyance.
"In terms of love? Yes."
"You're hopeless." He said before gently nosing her cheek.
"Hopelessly in love with you."
"That's it, I'm never taking you back, you're an affliction on everyone." It was far, so very far from the truth. The other way around, truly.
"You only say that because you want me for yourself."
"That's right, you're too good for humankind." Cherise Olsen was one of a kind, once in a lifetime.
"Oh, now you admit it?" A smile lurking in her reply.
"Caught red-handed, whatever will I do." He answered, without an ounce of guilt.
"Take me home, before I decide for a life on the run." A halfhearted eye-roll accompanied her empty threat.
"As if I wouldn't chase you."
Through the trees was the night sky, full of twinkling stars and dark blue, lighting their way.
Amongst the mess of tree filled signs and stakes with directions, there was a clearing. Filled with structures to climb on, circular things to slide down, places to rest.
What drew Cherise's eyes was the swing set.
Meandering over, they each took a seat, holding onto the chains that suspended them.
The only sounds were the creak of the mechanisms, the gravel underfoot and their breathing.
Falk watched her happily, as she began to swing, using her legs for momentum.
The gleam in her eyes, the wind in her hair, the motion of her body, the soft sound of her laughter.
He idly watched, letting his feet gently sway him with the help of the breeze.
There was once a time where he wouldn't have believed he would feel such a way, for a human. Watch in such admiration, love so fearlessly.
It threw even him for a loop.
"It's impolite to stare, y'know."
"There's nothing else worth my attention."
Anytime he turned the tables and complimented her, a smile would pull at her lips and she would turn her head away, let her hair hide her face and maybe even blush depending on what he said. Until he drew her back his way.
"We haven't even arrived and I won't want you to go."
This time around, instead of his hands, his words drew her back in.
"Maybe I'll never want to leave.." She countered, a tentative smile on her lips.
"If only." There was nothing he desired more.
There were far too many "what-ifs" to linger on, enough to last a lifetime.
So instead, he focused on the present, on his loved one. To take what he could get and give all the more back.
Hand in hand, they smiled all the way back to the car, bidding farewell to the unknown lands and all the while he couldn't wait to introduce her to home.
The walk to his parcel of land was filled with anticipation, carrying her belongings and holding Falk's hand in her other.
Suitable driving conditions only went so far, so the vehicle was left behind, in wait until her vacation came to an end.
She didn't even want to think of that right now.
Cherise felt as if the world was holding it's breath and in turn, hers with it.
The trees towered over them, shielding them from the outside world, the ground was untouched by manmade machinery or paved paths.
There wasn't the sounds of strangers or car horns, blinking lights or establishments.
It was perfectly quiet, hidden away.
It was no wonder why he'd wanted something like this, with no intruders.
Though it had been thoroughly expressed she was invited, she still felt a little like an outsider.
A gentle squeeze of her hand broke her train of thought.
"I don't think you've ever been so quiet."
"That's not true," she protested, on the verge of a whisper. "It just feels right, I suppose."
"Not a soul is around to hear us, all the way out here." He retorted, all too sure.
"Oh, so I should proclaim my love for you for the world to hear?"
"Everyone's asleep so maybe save that for daylight."
A laugh tumbled from her lips at his ridiculousness.
"I should have made you drive!"
"I'm afraid we never would have made it here."
"Not in one piece, at least."
A small shake of his head and the grin on his lips was the only reply she was graced with.
"…It would be that death contraptions fault." He insisted.
"So long as you're not referring to my car, I'll let you have it." She let it slide, laughter clearly present in her voice.
Without noticing, they had drawn closer, right to where they were meant to be.
The clearing was spacious, a meadow with soft grass, filled with summer flowers.
Face to face with the soaring cliff and the breathtaking view it offered.
It was more magical then the last time she saw it.
Figuratively and literally.
Cherise was enamored with her surroundings, taking it all in. Falk simply gazed at her, as if she were more important then anything else.
The white barked birch trees gave way to cavern entrance, draped in shadow.
It's been a few hours, so sunlight will break in the blink of an eye.
Falk seems more relaxed here, at ease in his home.
He had grown to feel the same at her apartment, even if it was vastly different.
Content.
One foot in front of the other, she slowly drifted closer.
Gently easing her bag out of her grasp, Falk let it fall to the ground. His own facing much the same fate.
The weather was perfect here, not too warm, not too cool. Just right.
The tingle of magic was in the air, ever so present. Even now, she still hadn't grown used to how tangible it could feel.
All around her but not suffocating.
"Welcome home." He whispered, achingly sincere.
A soft, disbelieving sigh left her throat, following a hum.
"I could get used to hearing that."
For a time, they settled on the ground, their things in disarray, and she was a pile in his lap.
"I won't grow tired of saying it." That was his promise and he was known for keeping his word.
They should have been unpacking, shedding their travel clothes, climbing into his- their bed.
There wasn't any move made to do any such things.
Cherise had melted into a puddle, languid in his arms, back against his solid chest.
Tender kisses were littered across her neck, while his hand cradled her own.
It was still a little unbelievable, that such a place really existed. Things that she thought only existed in story books.
It was taking a moment to sink in, Falk was certainly no help.
Stealing all her attention and with it all the breath in her lungs, the reason her heart skipped a beat.
The branches above swayed with the weather, the blades of grass billowed at their legs, the whistle of the wind graced her ears. There was the seldom sound of crickets, other sounds of night creatures in the forest.
His hands rubbed her arms, all the way down to her hands, where he held them.
"I'm not ready for this night to end." She confessed in the dead of night, just to him.
"Who says it has to?" Falk urged, all too ready to make it last.
Leave it to him to put her on the edge of her seat- which was currently him.
And with that, they set out down to the hidden depths of his home, where they were all too eager to explore in and out, even though he knew it inside and out. He would relearn it all with her.
Get ready, because it's almost time! Summer in Wayhaven will start tomorrow (Monday) 🏖️ ☀️
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happy (belated) birthday hanna!! wishing you all the best thoughts of falk and leon kennedy this year 🙂↕️ i hope you have a wonderful day!! 🥳🎉
thank you rian!! i had the best thoughts of them both🙂↕️ I wrote some falk and then ate leon in cake form i couldn't ask for anything more, safe to say a wonderful day!
Happy birthday 🎂🎉 Not sure if this is a day too late or still on time, but I hope you have or had a wonderful day, sweet friend!
Thank you Seren🩷 Not too late! Still my birthday for another hour or so, so you're just in time🙂↕️ I had a wonderful day, matter of fact it's been the best birthday I've had in awhile
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Happy happy birthday lovely! It's a joy to have you on my dash. I hope you have the best possible day 😘🥳
Thank you Cee!🩷 The feeling is mutual 🫶 Having dinner with family and friends so hopefully it is the best day🙂↕️ Random tidbit but Leon Kennedy will be on my birthday cake so it's already a good start🎉
Counting down the days I've been pretty nervous and excited but here it is and it's just another day even if it's special, I'm just older (not by most people's standards, it just feels like it)
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