#soncfseed

           ‘ of course. ‘ it was much later than he usually came, leaving her in a state of disarray when she did eventually come to the fence where he was waiting, lighting a few candles on the way so she could see properly. the gate was soon opened up, even though he was probably tall enough to scale it if he really wanted and she was inviting him into the mostly intact walls of her house, lit up by a variety of candles in various degrees of melting.

14. [that scent] - Your muse leans in to sniff my muse. When my muse turns their head to look, their faces are very close together. 

           no one ever got this close. it was a matter of her lifestyle, alone and away in the woods where no one was at all. so it was habit that she stiffened when he got so close, his head dipping to hers. it took everything in her to stay still, but she did, eventually turning her head so that their noses almost brushed.

    John heaves a sigh, shuts the book he’d been scribbling inside of for the better part of the afternoon. He snaps a cord around it, blue eyes flashing on Ethan, present again. There’s nothing important in it.

    ( erratic notes, mindless drawings, nothing important )

    He’d only just acknowledged his nephew at first. A solid hum, questioning what he wanted, but he has his full attention now. If he wants to know what he was doing, it was a solid nothing. He bites his tongue of any bitterness. He’s lucky he still has one with as often as he has to. He’ll indulge him.

          well, other people would probably be content to just hurry up, but she happened to believe in taking her time. he always seemed so tense when he came by her home and usually she could get him to relax by the time he had to return home once more. it required quite a bit of time and patience, but it wouldn’t be all for waste.

         ‘ you know... ‘ she murmured, voice low as she drew herself off him with hands resting lightly on his waist and her eyes flickering between his eyes and lower. ‘ ...why don’t we stop here and you can just... think about me until next time? maybe it can help keep you distracted next time someone tries to get on your nerves. ‘

         kinsey could sense that the best approach with him was to take things slow and gradual and this was just that, with her resting in his lap and her legs wrapped around him. the sensation of denim rubbing against the fur he wore was a strange one for sure, but she had begun to ignore it, her lips sinking against his in a steady, but firm rhythm. it was easier to do this, to spend so much time on just the kissing and touching to get him used to it before things heated up even more.

        and heated it was, enough so that she wanted to take her top off to cool down, if not for her worrying about how he would react.

         ‘ no, i’m just fine. ‘ her tone was curious as she moved to undo the gate latch leading into her home and garden where he stood now. her bag was full with a few spare cuttings and food after delivering some produce to prosperity and a couple more outposts along the way. the journey was generally pretty slow on foot and took a few hours to go there and back.