💗 for pius with anybody !!
(Slow kiss/gentle kiss/inevitable/soft) [all of the above!]
Pius feels Fil before she sees her.
“Hi,” she murmurs, reaching down to gently pat where her lover’s big hands are intertwined over her stomach, ever so slightly pressing down. “Feeling lonely?”
“I missed you,” Fil grumbles into the back of her neck, squeezing Pius just a little closer. “Why are you up so late?”
“Oh, I was just…” Pius looks down at the kitchen counter; the mess of papers and brochures and receipts scattered across it. Planning a wedding is hard. Planning a wedding on a deadline is even harder. She sighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Fil’s hands move, cupping her hips, turning her around firmly yet carefully. Her auburn hair is all ruffled, spiking up from her head haphazardly. “You’re taking on too much of this alone.”
Pius sighs again, blushing. “I can’t help myself.”
“I know, babe,” Fil says, drawing Pius back into her arms. “C’mon. Let’s go back to bed.”
Something must show in Pius’ expression, reluctance or worry, because Fil pauses, cups Pius’ cheek.
Finally, Pius starts to relax once they kiss, slow, gentle. She exhales heavily and melts into her fiancée’s arms when they part, and Fil takes her weight gracefully.
“I’ll carry you. Don’t worry.”