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A book has found its resting place in your lap. A blanket wrapped around your middle, your eyes catching the very lines of imagination elegantly tailored into every page.
It lay heavily too. A hardcover with metallic motifs swirling around the massive title, your fingers catching its protruding edges like a memory. And the bed you were laying into, a finery at its most impeccable. Your lover wouldn’t have you any other way in his bed after all, pillows to drown yourself into and the soft scent of refreshing grapes and apples to whiff at your imagination. And then, the next page could come, the tips of your fingers gliding over the thin, old paper you don’t dare disturb.
But, with a sigh, and a longing flutter of your lashes, you touch the corner of the page, and turn it softly, your hand a land of gentleness. Serenity blooms in your throat — the story continues.
But then, a river has found course around your waist.
A smile on your lips, and your eyes find silence once they close.
That arm is the vein of a tree, long and everlasting in the healthy soil of an old forest. It resembles the blades of grass growing around it, the freshness of rain. Keith is a gentle mass of power, you come to realize. Of strength to gather your attention back to those eyes of his; they speak in languages of flowers. And they speak to you alone, serenade you in attention.
His palm settles on your hip, beneath the blanket. It finds the gentleness of syllables, those softly spoken words that romance books love to endear themselves about.
Finally, you decide to look at the source of comfort around your body.
There he is; serenity. He must be the sun ceasing sleep over the horizon, capitulating the night and re-writing the beginning of a new day. A mass of grey curls on top of his head, and that delicate curve of his lips upward.
“Am I bothering you?” How dare he ask such a thing. With the tone lower than a hush, he breathes his words to you like it’s more than a secret.
But it is no such thing when his arm tightens just a little, the question of a life-time as he glances at the book in your lap. You find his gaze flying over the words inked into those pages, curiosity fulfilled before you could tilt your head and admire him more thoroughly.
As enchanting as a forest heart he might be, your mind could never get enough of him.
“Keith, you could never.” a benevolent need emerged underneath your ribs. With a soft sigh, you resign in your attention now lost from the story, and find another one to engulf your mind in the eyes the colors of universal depth.
“What are you reading?” forever the soft spoken one, he has all of your attention and mind numbing thoughts on him.
“M-mm…” you think a little, and a smile grows on your lips like magic.
Keith has gotten closer, slid right up until his figure is palpable to your lips. You sigh against the inviting skin; you close your eyes, and answer: “I picked it from your library.”
His other arm finds a place of rest around you, his palms linking into infinity at your hip. The loving depth of his touch, you can feel it tingle into miracles in between your ribs. Sparks against your cheeks, a fire has been started in between your teeth to warm your skin like so.
And his breath finds your ear then, a whisper of what those pages in the forgotten book on your lap must have said.
“I find that you like jadean books then?”
You chuckle. Your nose turns up, and your smile is shining like the stones this kingdom is known for. There is no thought to your hands, as they find purchase into a slow descent of this body pressed against your own. Clothes softer than cotton, the solidity of the body beneath them and the security, calmness that it brings with it.
Quiet was behind your eyelids, and you reveled into the trembling lips against your mouth. What childish shyness, Keith surpasses his own innocent desire to have his lips meet yours into a tender kiss.
“I adore them.”
Your palm at his neck, you catch the breathlessness of this towering man at the slight of your touch. Endearing as it, his scent wraps around you the next second, creating another universe in the hollow of your neck when you take in the soft fragrance surrounding him.
Even his body odor hints towards the inevitability of freshness. You are born anew with every inhale, your smile blooming cherry flowers as those fragrant mess of curls find your hand, and wrap like rose vines in between your fingers. Slave to your own desire as you are, you turn like a clock towards its destined time and find his shoulders your support.
“They’re in my dreams.” you can feel that trembling breath against your lips. A patient saint, you do not open your eyes— what a shy sputter of words, glee finds a home in your stomach.
And the butterflies grow, with each second passing of your prince’s arms wrapping just a bit more tighter.
“Y-You’re… you do…” Keith laughs at his own stutter, as if embarrassed. His forehead knocks into yours like a chiming bell against a door, a melodic second in between the two of you as laughter finds existence between the small distance of your lips.
“I do, yes.” you bemuse, tilting your head to a deeper angle.
You have yet to kiss him— a tease as you are.
His hands fasten over your body; they search for an answer you would gladly give him. Be it that he knows what he wants to question.
“Stop that.”
His hum just as hesitant, just as soft as you know it. As you grew to love it. Were it ever possible, you wish to caress his voice in the palm of your hands as well. His tone is as much deserving of attention, the lovely melodies it sings you to sleep every night you have the courage to ask.
“Kiss me?” you smile, and wait patiently for the man in between your arms to gather the courage you just planted. Blooming takes time, and as you caressed the seeds, Keith makes of them the boquet you were promised.
Every kiss of his, was the definition of cataclysm. A soft end to a world, and you do not have the intention to give it a definition. It would feel wrong to define impossibility; Keith is a man of no concept. The strands of hair in your hand, what silver jewelries are designed after. The contour of his face, the slight of his jaw and the penetrating concentration of his eyes. But all the same, faintness in the heart of an observer as you are, love protrudes the words tainting with silence your tongue.
Only you could marvel such kisses. The gift of beyond; the limit of the sky. He is a treasure in between your arms, your darling Keith.
“Keeeith…” you whine softly but snort just as quickly at the stutter following it.
“Okay okay—“
You amuse yourself: ”You got this, darling-“. Laugher sings like love bird once more in between you two, and impossible how this man, despite the weight of his presence and the gentleness of his smile, can create an entire forest of wonders under your collarbone.
“Now that’s just mean.” he grows moss over your bones, he makes you one with nature.
You touch his cheek, aflame is his skin. Your thumb under his eye, you guide him back to nudge your noses together.
“I won’t be mean anymore if you kiss me.”
“Only if I kiss you?” His smile is against your lips.
“Only.”
With final bravery, he presses his mouth to the pucker of your lips. And infinity has reached an end. What a finality, every time he meets you in the middle. A suave angle of his head, and those hands of his, akin to the stretch of pages beneath your hands when a book is opened. You could splay your hand out, fingers stretched to the limit, and you could never engulf him wholly.
He pecks your lips firstly. Still so shy, he takes sweet seconds off your patience, but the reward is that much more exhilarating.
And then, it transforms. Wholeness; a quiet lake touched by a hand, for fingers to glide through the waves of water. Soft ripples begin into existence, and the kiss deepens. Ever so careful, Keith finally caresses his hand up to your neck, thumb at your jaw to angle your lips just right.
Waves are created, a body has been submerged into another world.
Little by little, your lips dissolve within each other; completeness embraces you in its arms.