#comh snippets

Pan and Lys giggle as his hands run up her sides, capturing her hips in his grasp. His lips seek out hers as they back into the bedroom, but they don’t make it very far. He quickly shushes her and urges her to turn around, the two of them smiling softly at the sight of you and your son.

You’re asleep; your arms are wrapped around the babe, and he’s nestled softly against your chest. The two of you breathe gently in the still room.

Lysandra takes Pan’s hand and guides him back out, careful not to wake either of you up. “That’s where they went,” she chuckles softly. “It got awfully quiet around here.”

“They fell asleep,” Pan says softly, his sea-green eyes narrowing affectionately as he stares at the sight before him. You take his hand and lean your head on his shoulder, a little smile playing at your lips.

Lysandra sleeps on the small, rough loveseat that you’d moved into the baby’s room, a peaceful look on her face. Your daughter lays on her chest, finally quiet for the first time in over an hour. Lys had been stubborn—she’d wanted to take care of the babe herself, so you and Pan had left her alone.

And now, after they’d suddenly gone quiet, you’ve come here to find this.

“She looks so much like you,” you reply just as quietly, reaching up to place a kiss on Pan’s cheek. It was true—the child’s skin was the same shade as Pan’s and she bore the same dark hair. You thought it was precious, and you loved her so much.

dickindownsolas asked: Excuse me *faeteus

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“It’s not fair,” Faeteus whines, his lips pressing against yours. You take a step back, a little smirk pulling at the corners of your lips as you plant your hands on your hips and look up at him cockily.

“What’s not fair, my one and only?” you tease, licking your lips. He watches the movement intensely, magenta eyes burning with all kinds of emotions.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! All those people—” he says this with so much disdain that it kind of surprises you— “get to spend as much time as they want with you, and we’re confined to just a few hours a night! How are you okay with that?”

You laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you kiss the tip of his nose slightly. “I didn’t know you were going to be so jealous. It’s kind of cute.”

“Cute?” Faeteus asks in disbelief, scoffing and shaking his head as he runs a hand over his forehead. “Are you even taking me seriously?”

You and Faeteus lay in his bed; what bare skin you have showing is kissing his. His fingers thrum over your back and each touch is like electricity. His chin rests on the top of your head as he hums a soft little tune. It’s surprisingly light and jaunty.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, interrupting himself. The sound rumbles low in his chest—you can feel it beneath your fingertips as they splay against his breastbone.

“Not as much as I missed you,” you whisper back, tilting your head up to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and sweet and full of all the emotions that you feel deep inside.