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The feywild was peaceful tonight. Unlike you.

You tried, you honestly did, to fall asleep. Hours of twisting, turning, all the while being careful not to disturb the tabaxi sleeping next to you. You weren't in a tent, since you both liked staring up at the stars. Still, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep.

Defeated, you twist again so that you’re face to face with your lover. His eyes are shut, his face in a tranquil expression, and you watched as his form slowly rose and fell with each breath he took. Through the dim light of the slowly dying campfire behind him, you could study him like you often did when you wanted to fall asleep. The stripes along the side of his face, the way his whiskers would twitch when the wind would blow a little harder.

“What has got you up so late?”

His low voice startles you from your intense focus, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as you turn your head away from him briefly.

“Frost! You’ve been awake this whole time?”

He opens his eyes, looking at you with a small smile.

“I was concerned about you. You seemed restless.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, I didn't mean to stop you from getting any sleep either.”

He reached one paw to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Nonsense. I can function perfectly well even under no sleep, my meditation helps me feel balanced.”

You couldn't fight back a smile, leaning into the warmth of his hand against the side of your face. After a brief pause, you lifted yourself higher, using your hands to hold you up as you inspected the campsite. Everyone seemed to be asleep.

You looked down at Frost, who seemed to be considering something, before he decided to mimic you. Now you were both sat up, still under the cover of the bedroll that you two slept in, but still in a comfortable resting position. He also took in his surroundings, as he often did.

You scooted closer to him, bringing one hand up to the side of his face, when an idea struck you.

“Frostyyyy,” you spoke up, trying to get his attention.

He looked down at you, letting out a hum.

“Wanna go make out behind those trees over there?” you murmured lowly, gesturing behind you with a smirk on your face. The hand that was against his muzzle moved to slowly caress the fur of his shoulders, since he wasn't wearing his robe, as you batted your eyelashes up at him.

He seemed slightly taken aback by the sudden request, and flustered by the way you looked up at him. He briefly looked around the camp, checking if everyone was asleep, before turning back to face you, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“I don't think it would be wise to leave the others by thems-”

He was cut off by you leaning up to smash your lips against his, passion and hunger evident in every little movement. An action which – after getting over the initial shock – he eagerly reciprocated.

When you pulled away, satisfied with your work, you watched as his pupils were now blown wide, mirroring yours, and he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes were practically piercing through you, and without a second thought, he spoke.

“Yes, that is a fantastic idea.”