She’s begun to know his very essence like the back of her hand; feels his approach before she sees him. A smile slides across her features before she realizes it, not that she would hide it if she had. Quickly, she finishes the current page of the book she’s occupied with, marking it for later, before setting the book aside. She turns around, honeyed amber eyes settling on lambent blue, and her smile widens – delighted to see him, as usual. It’s evident in the low, melodic timbre of her voice as she greets, “Hello, Magnus.”
She moves forward to meet him the rest of the way as he nears her, allowing arms to wrap around her petite frame and returning the favor as much as his broadness will allow. She leans into the embrace and sighs contentedly against his all-encompassing warmth. “I’m starting to think that you might be spoiling me,” she chuckles. She feels the soft rumble of his chest, indicative of his own amusement, and it nearly makes her forget to breathe. Laughter isn’t a sound she’s treated with too often, and hearing such a sound in his velveteen voice draws the hairs up on the skin of her arms and neck.
She feels him nose into her hair; mimicking a gesture that she’s done plenty a time prior, and she can only hope that she smells of something more pleasant than dirt and sweat at the moment. He doesn’t seem to be appalled, and she takes it with relief. After a moment, she pulls back from him to look at him directly, searching his face – mere inches from her own.
What she does next takes even herself slightly by surprise, but as a hand raises to find purchase against the crook of his neck, she swallows and all but whispers. “I’m going to try something… Let me know if I should stop, all right?” She waits for him to register her words, waits for the curiosity and expectancy in his gaze, before her eyes fall to his lips. Slowly, she shortens the gap between them, hand on his neck moving to curl her fingers gently into his white hair. She only pauses with but a breath left in between them, giving him ample time to react or pull away from her, should he want to.
He doesn’t, and it almost makes her heart skip.
A second later, and her soft lips are pressed to his. It’s light and warm and very shy, initially, but once she’s crossed the boundary, she’s emboldened by it. Her eyes flutter closed as her other hand lifts, cupping the side of his face, and she deepens the kiss.
She’s definitely not breathing now; doesn’t do so until a few moments later, when she finally parts a few inches or so from him, inhaling and suppressing the shiver that wants to course down her spine.
“Was… Was that all right?” She manages, eyes searching his once more.
Seeing Lorelei was a delight, in any moment, even those where he felt less sociable. She was an unexpected, though very much welcome, addition to his direct existence. They had grown very close, closer than Magnus had been with any mortal before. He had, of course, observed the things she had done, as he did with any mortal. He had mapped out possibilities, as had many of the other Magna-Ge, but those all did not involve himself.
Thus, this development took him by surprise, so did this current situation. Her lips on his... He had thought about it in fleeting moments he let pass with the breeze, leaving barely an impression that the consideration had entered his mind at all. It was different now that it actually happened. He could feel his cheeks warm slightly when she deepened the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He leaned into her, all other context drowned out by the moment.
It was softer than expected.
He didn’t pay attention to how long it took. All he knew was that he was reluctant to part once it ended.
Magnus uttered a low hum, carrying with it the song of Aetherius itself, as he rested his head on hers as comfortably as his stature would allow, his eyes half shut and a light closed-mouth smile resting on his lips. He pulled away, and dipped his face closer to her ear.
“I think we require more executions before I can reach a conclusion..." he jested, a glint of his sharp teeth showing in a crooked smile. Raising a hand from her waist to rest long fingers under her chin, he finally answered her question with a gentle kiss of his own.
It was short and sweet, but he found it was hard to keep it at a mere one, delivering another soft peck before finally deciding to give something longer, something deeper, lowering his hand again to pull her more firmly against him.
