>> You'd been thinking about this a lot, nervous, flustered. After talking to Dilwyn about it, he managed to comvince you to go for it, follow your heart.
>> Krow is as beautiful as ever, maybe even moreso tonight. You've got it bad.. the two of you have been cuddling, casual and comfortable, chatting softly, watching a few corny movies, or half watching them half just kinda staring at eachother not so subtly.
>> Nestled together on his couch, you find yourself idly, gently touching, just kinda admiring his prosthetics, sturdy graceful shoulders... caressing the edge of his jaw in soft, adoring contact.
>> He glances to you, laughs, it's such an amazing sound... the clock nears midnight, your pulse is racing, he teases you a little for it, but in the sweetest way with this sly yet humble smile when you sheepishly admit, not untruthfully, that his beauty is part of why its racing. His blush is subtle, far moreso than yours. He's perfect...
>> 11:59...... 12.... somewhere in the home you can hear it, and in a rare display, vivid colourful bioluminescent patterns ripple along your fins, gills, jaw, like tiny auroras of Want, before leaning for it, breath catching in your throat.
>> Lips connect. The world stands still, those corny movies are right, everything stills, your pusher is pounding, deafening in your pan, and your body is tense for a moment, but he... reciprocates. Relaxes into it, kisses back like maybe he's been thinking about this too, and you melt, tension washing away as you press into it, into him.
>> ohhhh you could lose yourself in this feeling. His lips are so SOFT... the kiss lasts an eternity, and when it parts, you let out a none too graceful "....wvowv.." in soft breath agsinst him, laughing softly from adrenaline, excitement... giddy and flushed with a vivid blush. That energy bubbles into peppering kisses against his jaw, before he initiates again, claiming another proper kiss with those heavenly soft lips of his.
>> this is heaven. You're in love with Krow, and it feels so Right...
>> Nothing can stop the two of you now from this soft, tender contact. It's yule, 12th perigee's... what the humans call christmas day, now.. and just past midnight, your first gift to eachother christmas morning is Love... pure and unrestrained.. your first kiss together, and the doors being opened in trust to more..
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(( art is my own, drawn on my phone in medibang paint. Krona (on the right) is mine, and Krow (on the left) belongs to Adon at @destructivwe-apathy
This is oocly viewable / Rebloggable. They are not publically talking about this yet ))
