#woluri

WOL X URIANGER

When u gotta warm up your dumb diva boyfriend with astral fire because he refuses to dress for the weather.

Fyrwyb and Urianger stand so closely together, their breath mixes between them. Neither of them concede to the kiss that so desperately hangs there in that space, just waiting to happen. Fyrwyb smirks and teases Urianger by barely brushing her lips against his. He groans, quietly enough, but his longing is plainly on display.

"Thou art cruel, my dearest."

His tone on the last word is on the edge of spiteful.

"Me, cruel? Oh, sweet Uri, ye best tread carefully."

The two finally collide in a hungry kiss, leaning against a great tree behind the little settlement called Many Fires. They've not had many chances to meet in private, ever since their little rivalry began. But here and there, they steal a small moment to revel in each other.

When they pull apart, Urianger tugs affectionately at a strand of Fyrwyb's hair.

"Thou hadst better keep thyself safe. I have plans for thee anon that do greatly depend upon it."

Fyrwyb stifles a giggle and the two share another thoughtful kiss. She whispers her reply against his lips.