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“You sure this isn't too distracting?”
Sciel's dusky murmur draped like a satin robe over Lune's shoulders.
“Certain,” she replied flimsily. She lied through her teeth, of course - every warm puff of breath sweeping across her skin, every petal-soft pluck of Sciel's lips… Lune had become entirely, pathetically vulnerable to this woman; so she did not deign to ever show it.
“Making good progress on your journal, I hope?”
Sciel readjusted her position in Lune's lap straddling her leg. Lune held her securely with an arm around her waist, tugging her close to keep her steady.
“I am. I could be making even better progress if I had more than one arm to write with.”
“I can sit still for you without your arm around me, you know.”
“I'm aware,” Lune said tersely, absent - then filled her palm with Sciel's hip and the squeeze of her skin between her fingers. “You've proven that before.” Sciel's hips rolled forward while a little groan played behind her lips.
“Is it… odd for me to enjoy it a bit when you give me a cold shoulder?”
Lune spared her a moment of attention by turning a glance up to her.
“It's a game we both enjoy playing.” Her controlled smirk so subtly expressed her curiosity. “Should I pretend that I don't enjoy stoking your infatuation with me?”
With an even stealthier gesture of her fingers, Lune stoked the campfire in front of them. The heat soaked through Sciel's clothes, crawled up her legs, the small of her back that Lune's palm flattened against. Sciel arched against it and pressed her torso into Lune’s chest, craving her body heat, fingers drifting through her hair and pushing it back.
“Just for a moment-” Sciel whispered, her breath warm in Lune's ear as her lips tugged against the lobe. “-let me distract you.”
Lune surrendered to her the shivers raining down her neck while Sciel held her tighter, practically whimpering for a crumb of affection.
“You act as though I won't be spoiling you with kisses once we're getting ready to sleep.”
“I might need more than kisses by then,” Sciel murmured while her lips slid down Lune's neck, her flawless porcelain skin, until her teeth scraped over her clavicle.
Lune's breath hitched to prevent her gasp from escaping into the space between their bodies. The smallest admission of enjoyment could prove to be the accelerant that would set them aflame. She summoned a dull lightning spark at her fingertips and tapped them along the ridges of Sciel's spine; just enough to shock her into stillness as her lips parted and a breathy groan rolled across Lune's chest.
“Oh, you imp…” she hissed - but there was no venom behind it. Her hand strayed toward the clasp of Lune’s collar. She fingered with the button while looking straight at her - a smoldering gaze that she couldn’t so easily ignore. “You can work on the log while we’re lying down and cuddling, can’t you?”
“And what else?” Lune dared to ask while slimming her eyes at Sciel, well aware that her intentions did not end so early as cuddling.
“Well-” Sciel’s voice fell to a gravelly murmur. “-maybe if you’d stop talking to your journal and start talking to me, I could tell you.”
Lune’s lips parted. Then she scoffed. “Is this about my ‘priorities’?”
“It’s about your girlfriend wanting you to forget about priorities, just for the night.”
Lune juggled the log in her hand, weighing the value of its continued, cold glow versus the spontaneous gleam in Sciel’s eyes that made her chest tighten with nerves: the heated, fuzzy kind that only Sciel had ever made her feel.
Lune made a show of dropping the log and its light with a deep sigh. “Don’t make me regret it,” she smirked, placing her now-free hand to Sciel’s cheek. Sciel pulled it to her lips and kissed her palm.
With Lune now disarmed, Sciel led her attention away with the touch of her fingers wandering down her waist, during which she closed in to kiss her deeply. Lune giggled at the feeling of Sciel’s lips still smiling against her own while meeting again and again. Longer, deep kisses would be interrupted by their grinning through shorter smooches when Sciel deftly unclasped a shirt button, or Lune’s hands sneaking beneath her shirt to drag the tip of her nails across her ribs.
Lune rotated to fully face her and lifted her leg over her own so that Sciel sat fully in her lap. Sciel chuckled as she was repositioned, her breath hot on Lune’s cheek - then in her mouth as she sighed into another kiss that met her tongue. Sciel gladly returned with her own through slower, exploratory motions; until Lune’s teeth tugged at her lip as revenge for her earlier bite on her collarbone, making her wilt with a shallow whimper that pushed them only a breath (and saliva trail) apart.
Sciel giggled behind her lips, “Have I ever?” Lune’s sharp eyes dulled in a moment of confusion, so she clarified: “Made you regret it, that is?”
“No,” Lune laughed, “no, not yet. How could you, when you make everything - all of this - worth it?”
She pulled Sciel close - this wholly captivating woman and her gorgeous smile - and kissed her as though nothing else mattered.