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Leaning against the pristine balcony stood the two cookies, silhouettes illuminated by the radiant moonlight. They both adore nights like this, Fount gazing at the stars whilst describing everything he saw to Healer. The Fount of Knowledge sighed, his celestial hair flowing elegantly in the gentle wind. Oh how Healer wished he could see him..
He had something bugging him for a while, but was obviously nervous to say it as he was fidgeting with his hands. Though the two had been together for a while, they'd barely touched at all, as Healer was worried about making Fount uncomfortable. But recently, all that was on Healers mind was his love.
They’d hold hands, yes, but that was about it. Too shy, they’ve never kissed at all. Or touched each other anywhere other than their hands. Yes they’ve shared hugs, but they never lasted for more than five seconds.
The breeze was satisfying against Healer’s hot skin, calming his head down a little. The other noticed his distressed face, and smiled softly.
“Is something on your mind, dear?”
A brief pause, and then,
“My star, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, love.”
Healer exhaled, leaning his arms against the balcony again. Fount watched him, slightly nervous as he thought he was doing something wrong.
“You know, I love hearing your voice, darling. And I love when we hold hands. But I want more, Fount.”
The virtue paused, unsure of where he was getting at. Was he not enough? Maybe he did do something wrong without realising..
“I want to feel you, Fount. I want to be able to recognise you without hearing your beautiful voice. Will you let me, my star? Will you let me embrace you?” He stepped closer to his virtue.
The Fount of Knowledge was stunned for a moment. Even in the cool air, he could feel slight heat across his face, his cheeks flushing a dark blue colour. He composed himself, taking the healer’s hands in his own.
“My love, how long has this been on your mind for?”
He asked softly, lightly brushing his thumb against Healer’s knuckles. The blonde sighed and relaxed his hands.
“For a while.. It’s all I've been thinking about lately..” He mumbled, a small tint of red on his face.
He continued,
“It’s completely fine if you’re uncomfortable with that, Fount. I just wanted to tell you is all, I understand if you don’t like physical touch or—”
His words were cut off by soft lips, pressing gently against his. Healer was in absolute shock, staying still for a second before tenderly kissing back, fingers tightening in between Fount’s. There was no tongue, there was no biting. Just the two enjoying their lips pressed together.
They slowly pulled away, one of Fount’s hands coming up to caress Healer’s cheek.
“I don’t mind at all, Healer. You know I love you. You’re allowed to touch me wherever, there’s no need to ask.” He whispered, both of his hands now cupping Healer’s face as he kissed his bandages.
The other blushed, a sheepish smile on his face as his bandages were kissed. He felt like a schoolgirl.
“My star.. I love you too. I just want to..” His words trailed off, feeling around for the virtues shoulders. His hands slowly made their way down to his arms, then forearms. They travelled back up, then down to his chest, his torso, his waist, his hips, his thighs. Every single curve, every inch of his body was for his Healer. Only for his Healer.
The Fount of Knowledge sighed, resting his head in the dip between Healer’s neck and shoulder as his hands settled on his waist. The blonde continued to explore his body, taking note of every detail there was. Eventually his hands rested on his lower back, keeping him in a tight embrace.
“You’re beautiful, Fount. You’re perfect. Every part of you, I love so much.” He spoke in a hushed tone, feeling Fount shaking a little bit. He pulled away suddenly, slight panic on his face as he saw the virtue tearing up and pouting.
“My love! Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I- I’m sorry I—”
“Healer.. I- I love you so much. Why are you so kind to me? I don’t deserve you..” He spoke in between sniffles, hiding his face in Healer’s shoulder once more in embarrassment.
The other paused, before a small smile came upon his face. He shushed Fount, pulling him closer and threading his fingers through his hair soothingly.
“Dont say that Fount.. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’re an angel, you’re so sweet and you care so much.. Please, my star, don’t cry.” His tone was calm, delicate. Fount was indeed sensitive, just like when Healer first confessed to him. It was something he adored about the virtue, his virtue.
Fount’s little sobs eventually calmed down, and he pulled away, when Healer’s hands felt up his face and wiped his tears away. The Fount of Knowledge hated being vulnerable, though it was different around Healer. Instead of feeling judged or ashamed, the blonde always managed to make him feel comforted.
“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.. You’re adorable. I don’t care how many times I've said it, my star. I love you. I love you so much.”
Fount could feel tears welling up again. After hearing another hitch of his breath, Healer chuckled, pulling his virtue in for another kiss. This time it was longer, with Fount’s hands on Healer’s hips and the other’s hands cupping his love’s face. After they pulled away, Fount was the first to speak once more.
“I love you too, my Healer. Promise me you’ll never leave me..?”
“I promise.”
…
So why does it always end the same?