a vaxleth drabble- oddly enough, inspired by a line from doctor who, wide blue yonder
Vax often wonders how he got so lucky. He--the unwanted bastard, the man running out of time, blessed and cursed with a goddess’ attention--despite all that and all his many faults, is perhaps the luckiest man on Exandria. Because he, just he, has Keyleth sitting in his lap. Strands of her bright hair drape over her shoulders, tickling the skin of his. His bare back presses against the wooden headboard of their bed, while hers curls into the wide palms of his hands. As he leans forward to kiss at her collarbone, his fingers trace down her spine. Her hips angle forward, punctuating a gasp and the pounding of her heart, and he can feel goosebumps begin to form. His fingers move over them slowly, gently, reading them like braille, his favorite story. He knows every word, every detail of her, and yet he would spend every night of the rest of his life right here. With her. Reading her over and over, night after night, discovering all of her as if it were the first time. His lips press against her collarbone again, and he whispers her name into her freckled, pale skin. Her fingers reach into his dark tresses and pull him back to look at her, cheeks flushed with a warm smile.
“I’m so lucky,” she says. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“You’re lucky?” His fingers find the small of her back, and he can’t help but play with the dimples he finds there. He bites his lips as she nearly melts over him. “No one is luckier than I, my love.”
She presses her forehead to his, using her nearly melted state to her advantage. Her fingers curl tighter in his hair. “Let’s just say we’re both lucky, hm?”
Vax simply smiles, despite the desire to argue. He knows better. “I love you.”
Her smile matches his. "I love you too." She leans in to kiss him, and as he grips her tight and rolls them over, he continues to wonder how he got so lucky.
