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Autumn basked in the early summer sun, breaking through the light foliage of her meadow. Her faun ears pricked at the sound of grass and twigs giving way under heavy yet gentle footfalls, only one person she knew walked so carefully in her home.
“Simmard?” she called, not opening her eyes as the footfalls drew closer.
“You always know it's me,” Simmard responded with a small laugh. Now she opened her eyes, the pupils dilated then quickly shrinking as she adjusted to the light. Simmards large figure slowly blurred into vision and she blinked away bright colours to see him more clearly.
“I’d know those clunky feet of yours anywhere babe” Autumn teased, reaching up for him from her comfortable spot in the grass. Simmard batted her attempts away gently at first, taking off his pack and gear before succumbing to her persistent hands. Autumn caught hold of his left hand and forearm, pulling him closer she brought his hand to her mouth and placed delicate kisses along his knuckles and the back of his hand. His hands were calloused from playing the guitar and from his work on crew ships but Autumn didn't mind.
Simmard broke into an uncharacteristically shy grin as he let himself be pulled, sinking to his knees at her side, watching her dote on his hand. When she was done peppering his hand and wrist with kisses Simmard took his own turn, now bringing her hands to his face and kissing each finger with reverence. When he was satisfied that he had kissed every inch of her hands (something easy for him to do as two of her hands easily folded into one of his), Simmard glanced up and came face to face with Autumn's enamoured expression. It took a moment for her to realise that he had stopped and when she looked up from where she had just moments ago been watching his lips brush her hands her face turned burnt red.
“The Autumn blushing? I don't think my heart can take it!” Simmard pretended to faint, pulling Autumn with him as he collapsed onto the lush grass. She landed safely on his chest trying very hard to look annoyed with him, though her red stained cheeks and twitch lips gave her away.
“Don't try your luck” she pouted, flicking his nose.
Simmard only laughed and closed his eyes against the sunlight, content to lay with Autumn, wasting away the summer afternoon.