#slb2

Perhaps this has all started as some sort of chase that thrilled Fiyero to his core, but for it to end up here, with Mel's head settled so delicately upon his own chest is a bliss he hadn't even thought of for himself. His fingers deftly play with her thick locks with one hand while the other delicately ghosts the tips of his digits along her smooth skin. And while Fiyero would oft make jokes about being brainless, moments like these are the few times his head is actually calm.

Being with Mel in such serenity, it makes his heart soar. He knows that there's not much he can do with her publicly- not while he attends Shiz, at the least- and a part of him aches at how much he has to restrain himself on campus.

His lips caress her hairline before he buries his nose in her hair, taking everything that is Mel into all of his senses. Fortunately, they have enough moments of solitude where he can keep his wits about him.

tie. for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse. (it's a school gala, maybe? and well Mel can't have her boy looking anything less than perfect for the girls!)

Finney felt a flush wash over his cheeks as his mom rushed over to fix his tie. No, it's not because she'd done anything to embarrass him, but rather because he felt childish for once again not quite getting the windsor knot right.

Still, he's grateful to have her help him at all.

With a warm smile, the boy got over the bashfulness and leaned up to kiss her cheek and hug her.

"Thanks, Mom," he murmured lightly. Pulling away, he looked around to see if Gwen was ready, but he suddenly remembered she was coming down with something and thought it'd be best to sit this one out. He wished she would go with him- she was always so good about helping him get over his nerves.