Kaveh x your freckles
It reminds you of honey, the way the morning sunlight drips from Kaveh's hair after spilling through your bedroom window. It pools on your skin, on his freckles, leaving you both sticky with the silken comfort of a lazy soft morning. The sunlight doesn't reach the scarlet of his eyes though, not quite, for it's halted gently by his long blond lashes casting shadows across his cheeks and those irises - his eyes half lidded with both sleep and a sort of reverent thoughtfulness, as they run over your body.
"Do you think they placed them strategically?" His voice is like honey, too. But it has a little lilt to it, as it often does, of his innate curiosity and passion that always makes your heart skip half a beat.
"What, and who?" You murmur, mumble in your breathy sleepiness. Your own eyes follow his face as he drifts down your stomach, his cute nose hovering just a few centimetres from your skin. His soft breath leaves a trail of sensitivity, rippling the pool of comfort just so, in anticipation of touch.
"The one who put your freckles here." He says it as though it was rather obvious. As if you'd hear his words and remember the 'one' that decided where to paint the speckles on your skin. His lips finally meet you, planting gentle kisses on the little marks that dot your stomach here and there. Your waist, your hips - just above your waistband.
You chuckle, softly, humming as the ripples of anticipation turn to ones of pleasure and affection. "And who would've put my freckles here, Kaveh?"
His eyes flick up to your face, then, letting a droplet of the honeyed sunlight into the crimson pools, a faint hint of amusement in them. He huffs, the amusement shifting to a feigned sort of disdain. Like a scholar, perhaps slightly unimpressed with his competitor. "I don't know, but whoever is responsible did a rather lack lustre job."
Your eyes fall open more, then, as well as your own lips as he continues his sweet attack as if he hadn't said something that could be taken as mildly offensive.
"What d'you mean, what's wrong with them?" Your tone is rather grumpy, a gentle half playful petulance lilting the words.
He lifts an eyebrow slightly and smiles, before brushing his lips almost achingly teasingly gentle over that freckle in the dip between your hip and your navel.
"I mean~" he lifts up a bit more, hovering closer to your face. "They're good, beautiful. But the distribution could be better. I, for one, would have made a few further adjustments before I settled on the final blueprint."
This earns him a raised eyebrow in a look half amused and half skeptical, meeting his eyes with your own as you see the familiar subtle mischief he tries to hide behind feigned thoughtfulness.
"Oh? And what would those be oh great architect?"
He smiled, grinned even, those pretty lips tickling wider as you intentionally took a bite of his pretty bait. His face dipped closer to your own, so close you could count those eyelashes.
"It's obvious isn't it?" He said. "I'd place more of them, everywhere. And I'd put one here." He leans down a little further, kissing your lips in a brief tender capture.
"You'd put...a freckle...on my lips?" You started to chuckle, amused and confused as you often were with him. But hopelessly endeared.
"Mmh."
"Why? Is that even possible?"
"Freckles are an excuse for kisses. So I'd put one here."
You blinked, a butterfly flitting through your chest quickly as you let out a little breath of amused affection.
"You don't need an excuse to kiss my lips, Kaveh~"
"I'd like one," he responded, resolute, as if that was the final say. He dropped then, lowering himself onto you and nuzzling his face into your neck, evidently satisfied - for now - with this discussion on his latest blueprint.
Your smile didn't leave your face, as you took a soft breath, fingers dipping into his hair as he snuggled. A soft hum escaped you. A contented and affectionate sleepy note.
"Okay~"
