⌗★𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

the gentle wind is billowing between you, speaking for you and filling in the silence. you don’t know where it came from, or how it conjured since all you’re doing is having a lovely picnic date he planned spontaneously. the ice cream is nice, cooling your already heated skin but suddenly you don’t have the strength to keep raising your small spoon to your mouth anymore.

it’s so heavy, weighing your limbs down, you have no other choice than to lower your gaze, letting the wind cover your eyes with strands of your hair over your face. the vanilla is still present on your tongue, but it feels too heavy to even formulate words right now.

and quietly, he sees it all, letting you sort out or soak in the experience with silence as he continues eating his mint chocolate treat. his eyes never once leave you because the sight of this happening was once in a lifetime, powerful since you’re allowing this to happen in front of him. he’ll never take it for granted, he’ll hold onto the moment.

it takes however long for you to finally yourself again, to sort through it all and realize what it was that you felt. a dense mixture of appreciation, intense longing, desire for connection, devotion, a yearning that seemed much farther than normal— it escapes you with a deep exhale, shaky because it was either that or just letting it fall down your cheeks in hot tears. you don’t want to alarm him, make him think that this date was a bad idea where you suddenly just melt in sparkly tears. you just feel deeply and … this time, you think he can relate. you know he can relate.

again, you don’t say anything afterwards, keeping your emotions tight within your chest, thrumming in your sternum and up your throat but you push it down by taking another scoop of ice cream passed your lips. you’re not alone in this, you fell hard. quietly, to not shake your softness, sometime amidst your silence he shuffled closer enough to close the wide space between you. sitting across from you, he settles down by your side, still facing you and still picking at his ice cream, but now raising his spoon to your lips.

share with me. a slight plea, a small opening.

unshed tears cling onto your lashes when they flutter open, meeting his soft gaze. heavy, you feel heavy, but your lips wrap around his spoon as your eyes start blurring and bridge of your nose starts stinging. it’s his way of letting you know he accepts your intensity, wants to see it, wants you to show him, that he’ll take all of it because he loves all of you. the small plastic slips out your mouth and he swiftly plants a small peck onto your burning cheek as you lower your gaze again, smiling softly when he slightly pulls away just to see what’s the next emotion to paint onto your pretty features. you burn bright, heated with his love and you feel it. his presence makes you ache, his touch, his sincerity. his thigh brushing against yours, his scent wafting into your twitching nose, his lips planted on your cheek still in a fantom kiss.

“you burned me, nicholas.” your words crumble him. you ruined me, your mind supplies but you wouldn’t call it ruined. he left his mark on your beating heart but in the most purest form. in a way that leaves you feeling fulfilled, cherished, devotedly full. his narrowed eyes stay softened, eyebrows twitching as you finally share your intensity— feeling it immediately affect him even more.

it was your turn this time, lifting up your spoon to his mouth, watching as the same emotions swirl in his eyes and full expression. his lips part, taking in the sweetness and the weight of your whispered words, leaving the spoon empty between your fingertips.

allow me to see, seeking for his intensity since you know he feels the same.

he feels it in the air, the charge of all the emotions you both feel meddling between your physical bodies, loaded onto his sharp features until they soften with the same ache. his expression visibly crumbles, and he finds it hard to swallow down the sweet with the ball of sentiment lumped in his jumping throat. can’t bring himself to look away, eyebrows furrowing upwards just the slightest. it hurts, but in a way he wants. in a way he has desired. he’s so thankful, so appreciative, you feel the same. you feel deep, but you’re not alone in this.

he nods his head once. wants you to know that he understands, he acknowledges, he agrees, he relates — in every sense possible.

a small chuckle suddenly escapes through his nostrils and his smile gingerly twitches at the curling corners of his pinkish lips. you’re both so lovesick, heavy with fever, in the way your gazes were heated. his lopsided smile makes yours grow, of course he’d understand. his lips press onto your cheek once more after your softening stare.

and when he pulls away again, all you see in his face was pure admiration. it sticks on even after he puts his attention back and smiling down at the half full cup of ice cream, scrapping out the rest on his spoon to keep feeding you. his cheeks rosy, tip of his nose pink, narrowed eyes glistening with sparkles and stars as they gaze over your beauty.

no amount of cool winds could chill your buzzing skin. no amount of ice cream can cool the burn you feel deep within for each other. he knows this. you know this.

it was just a soft picnic date in the neighborhood park, a cool chill settling in along the soft night, sunset painting the sky an array of dusk orange and pinks…

but being on any date with nicholas always turns into one of the most sacred experiences you can have. and it’ll always be with him.

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there's no other explanation as to how you carry yourself right now, and nicholas shamelessly marveling at how connected you are with your environment. he knows this happens, but it doesn't ever not surprise him to see you in your rawest form.

yes, you told him you were about to start your heat days prior, already on the infamously ambiguous period of your cycle and knowingly deep into mating season, but you didn't have to tell him at all. nicholas saw it by the way you woke up this morning as if you've shedded your peeled skin and woke up anew. in the way you lunged towards the sheer blue curtains and poured more light into the room and onto your skin despite him not being ready, how you sighed as though you felt the sun dripping into your pores and rejuvenating your entire complexion despite his soft groans from the sudden flash. he sniffed it lingering in the air like freshly baked strawberry pie. a lot sweeter than his own.

the omega knew of your need for nature, how you willingly lean more into your primal instincts and let it all take over your entire sense of being. something underneath your skin crawls, itching for any sort of groundings, innate feelings and raw instinct a sense of longing for your hands to meet the greenest grass or for your languid frame to lay over the fluttering flowers and just rest there.

nicholas didn't stop you at all and just admired deeply as you allowed yourself comfort and tranquil warmth within the colored backyard of your shared abode, running amuck around the gardens with bare feet. until the warmth spreads rapidly within your trembling frame and aches, calls for him to quell.

and so here you are, ever so oblivious to his sharp gaze, keenly attuned with the array of colors within your view in front of you instead.

but what fascinates him was how it pulls him in, despite how physically far away you were from him. he’s looking from a distance because he knows how sacred your space is, how important it is for you to indulge with your self needs first before grasping for his, but he’s enthralled in a magnetic sense. he’s in awe by how this seemingly odd sight just draws him in, captured by your raw beauty and passion for sensuality in the most natural form.

nothing like the first day when he caught you out in the backyard; he’ll never forget the sudden rush the sight evokes within his body. how his sharp breath hitches in his throat as he froze upon seeing you, so quiet yet presence still nevertheless so loud within the fluttering leaves.

as olive green as the swaying willow tree leaves above your frame, the color of what you wore was the only thing invading his eyes as he drinks the scenery in. the omega sees you, adorning a new matching set in that beautiful green color. soft tank top hugging the dips of your waist perfectly, ruffled bloomers bunching at your hips like it was made for your body. the hanging beads sewn onto the tank top’s bottom hem, curtaining along your plush thighs and the soft swell of your exposed lower tummy. your sun-kissed skin glowing golden underneath the bright rays as you bask in the refreshing light. your soft hair fluffed and frizzy with the wind, small dandelions and daisies sticking out from some wispy strays and framing your heated face and supple cheeks, tinted and presumably flushed from the beating sun. and that gold necklace he gifted you laying over your sternum glistening from the light. all of this making him melt right where he stands and yet, you’re soundly asleep on the soft blanket he offered you an hour prior.

your colors are so vibrant, so full of fertile life…

and nicho knows you smell like the sweetest homemade strawberry milk, but he won’t go over to find out. he prefers to take it in from afar; let it hit him when it billows in the crisp air as you’re hopping back into your lovely cottage, once the sun finished feeding your skin with light for the day.

he wonders where you even hid these beautiful pieces of clothing without him realizing.

and his wonders keep adding, with each new scenery you unveil to his sparkling eyes.

like the second day, when he almost had a straight heart attack on the way back into the cabin, freezing upon seeing you again. how this time, you’re adorning this midnight blue corset with sheer frilly ruffles as straps, but his eyes linger on the choker collar wrapped around your neck with the same ruffled trim — barely covering up the marks he left the other night. you’re still comfortably sitting back on your calves, blue bloomers bunching higher up your round cheeks as you lean in and peek into the picnic basket filled of fruits that he’d pack you the night before. he’s no longer sweating because of the strenuous work he put into fixing your garden before; he’s heated from the brilliant radiance you provide, staring helplessly, breathlessly, at the way nectar juices flow down your chin and neck when your plumped lips wrap around the ripped peach in your hand.

nicholas swears everything you touch is pure delicacy, how you hold things gently in your palm, mindful and respectful of its softness. how could you be this soft when he couldn’t even keep his tears in check during this part of the cycle?

his fascination never dwindles since you’re full of surprises too.

like the one day he swears his jaw hung permanently open when he saw you grab large chunks of a perfectly decorated cake he brought home from your favorite local bakery, with your bare hands. how it becomes ruined by your impulsive decision and how you eat it straight from your palms, watching as the sugary cream plops onto your golden thighs below and stick onto your rosy lips. you’re just eating, devouring like you haven’t in days and filling in your stomach until your heart desires and he just wonders how, in this small world you’ve created, could you be feasting desserts so carelessly, so deliberately.

how you could be so in-tune with what your inner being wants, what your body needs— no matter how messy or unconventional it might be? it makes him want to know how to give it to you too. he wishes you to teach him, become one with what mother earth has given you to indulge. he knows the urges are crawling right underneath your skin just like how it feels for him, and he plans to beg for your enlightenment. wishes to hear your alluring whispers of all the ways you desire him as you crawl into his lap and settle down with your hands all over him, heat his skin with your carnal energy and your soft lips. but for now, nicholas indulges in you.

and there are some days that aren’t as shocking but still another instance of you in your element that allows him to just sit and marvel in your beauty; sheer-ish pleated, pink babydoll dress conforming around your curves as you lay on your stomach, and press your plush thighs together to ease the slight pain between them. he’s devouring with his eyes, focused on your concentrated self so much that he thinks he’s audibly hallucinating the sound of you flipping over another page of a book from where he stood, far away to not reveal his presence. his narrowed eyes hopelessly strain as he tries his hardest to read the golden words pressed onto the hard cover, a book he has never taken an interest in before — until now.

nicholas aches to learn, to earn with your blessing.

because there you are, on the same blanket, on the same spot in the pretty garden of your backyard, another day into the peak of your proestrus phase.

and not soon after, you’re having a lazy siesta underneath the falling sun, curling closer to the rays that slowly die within the horizon, stretching your spine out like a satisfied feline as you roll around in the fallen petals of the willow tree above.

and he’s just watching, because, by all the gods ever uttered into existence, you are the most beautiful work of art on this earth. nicholas stares tenderly like you're a wild animal in your natural habitat— untouched, feral, and a spring seraphic.

you ooze divine femininity in his own backyard; you’re his nymph, coming out straight from the erotic mythologies you always have read aloud to him.

before getting into relationship with you, nicholas never quite understood your obsession with sensual and intellectual intimacy; the way you spoke softly about nature, the way you accept the colorful array of various flowers, the way you stretch on the grass like it's home, the way you claim pleasure without apology,

but it all makes sense now.

nicholas has grown aware of intricate details throughout the days leading to the peak of your cycle, doing his own research to be connected and harmonize with your passionate nature in his own way. all the fruits you consume; the figs that paint your lips sticky and glossy, the pomegranate seed that stain your lips the same red as your cheeks, the strawberries that make you hum in delight. all the flowers scattered on the blanket around your figure; camellias soft between your fingertips and resting over your navel, roses tangled within your curls, farmer’s market lilies he brings to you every morning resting underneath the heels of your feet, wild jasmines dispersed around the green moss and the thick blanket.

the omega knows they all mean one notion and you’re able to subtly convey it so naturally; your attraction to hungry passion, soft sensuality, natural intimacy, and careful yearning. for him, with him.

he sees you crave beauty and connection during this state, and you want to feel it all through the body. the kind of expression that feels like touching without touching.

it’s all starting to fall into place and a soft smile rests on his lips once he remembers clearly when you randomly told him that strawberries were venus’ favorites. he doesn’t have to wonder if you elude to other implications, knowing you were considering yourself as venus and he was the strawberries you wish and crave. your words promise something; something he’ll look forward to later after sunset, when you got your fill of sticky fruits and craving more from his scent glands directly. you’ll come looking for him, taking in his sweetening smell, the reaction of his scent reacting to your own.

it’s as if you’re getting aligned with venus and aphrodite themselves in the most innate form, and that is what truly pulls him in closer.

he wonders the same thing over and over again; what did he do so well in his past life that he was blessed with this wild-hearted divine creature? constantly being blessed with such gorgeous scenes he could only describe as living daydreams.

nicholas sees you, as a story whispered between gods of mere mortal beings. his true living poem written in fruit juices and nectar, bare thighs, a strawberry filled sighs under the sun. an omega who not only embraces their natural body and hormonal change, but speaks of innate desire through the lens of mythical books and symbolism.

and nicholas swears, he would worship you with hands dirt-stained from mother earth, or he would indulge in you and quote euripides at your bare skin while feeding you figs instead— but only if you want him to. the space you’ve created is so gentle and delicate, nicholas fears he shouldn’t go into it because he know how sacred it is. he wants your permission.

he wants to take care of you somehow, offer you cool iced sparkling water with floating lemons just how you like or rub sunscreen onto your golden shoulders and the tip of your heated nose and cheeks while you’re having your sun-drowsed cat naps, offering more crimson colored fruits until there isn’t none left or rubbing your full stomach when it’s puffed with sweet pies and honeyed cakes. he wants to pamper you, prep you and indulge in your most basic desires. give you everything you ever desire to make your descent into heat all the more easier. he wants for you to fall into the headspace comfortably with him as well, needs you to feel secured and safe enough to do just that— does not need it for his benefit, but just for you.

but for now, he’ll just continue observing you from the back door of the cottage, lopsided smile still tugging his pouty lips as if he was struck by cupid’s arrow, and arms crossed over his chest as you awaken your raw essence in dreamy paradise. with the sight of you embracing your body and curing your inner longings, only one word comes to mind to sum up the entirety of his thoughts and his world that is involved with you,

heavenly.

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