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And for once—
the Circus didn’t interrupt.
For real this time.
And Pomni almost jumped up to Kinger's level to kiss him again.
Maybe it was just her emotions getting the better of her again...
Maybe it was the fact that she was trying to forget what the egg showed her faster...
Who's to say?
No one. Because this moment was solely between the king chess piece and jester girl.
Neither knew who pulled back first (although Pomni was certain for her it involved needing to breathe), but it was slow and lingering. Her lips and his nonexistent ones were still within an inch of each other’s. Pinwheels drowned in mesmerizing pools. And gloves grasped disembodied ones with feelings far deeper than gratitude.
“Hey…” Pomni murmured, her breath brushed against polished wood.
This time Kinger didn’t shake uncontrollably because of the level’s slow-buffered mechanics. From the cross on his head down to entire framework that benefitted as his legs. He was shivering.
“Was that kiss to your satisfaction?” Kinger uttered, feeling the wood in his cheeks nearly fire up.
Pomni couldn’t suppress a small giggle. He wasn’t sure what to describe it, but “twinkling” came to mind. While they’ve only known each other for a few days, he began to notice that when anxiety didn’t consume her, she was very much a charming character. Not character as in a human with a jester avatar, but a person with more than meets the eye.
“It’s not bad,” Pomni resumed, her voice sounding almost musically playful. “But…”
She curved her eyelids in a rather shy yet eager expression.
“…we can do better, can’t we?”
Kinger blinked, slowly processing her words. Then it hit him.
“Oh, you’re absolutely right, honey!” he exclaimed, missing the heated blush on her cheeks when he nicknamed her again. “Testing the waters requires numerous attempts! One success can guarantee another! Or if the second one lacks quality compared its predecessor, we can resume-
Pomni snapped her head upward, standing as high as her jester shoes could support her. Lips concealed the rest of Kinger’s monologue, and the chess piece grunted momentarily before immediately relaxing. That’s usually what kisses did. Calmed the mind, even one so scatterbrained.
But wherever his mind took him, Pomni would be there. She loved every little bit of his kooky yet cute demeanor.
As she kissed him, a soft moan escaped her lips. That was new…
The last time she kissed him, it elicited no sound from her. Kisses between them were usually silent and tedious. And Pomni had previously kissed him with urgency due to time.
But that was the pyramid adventure and she wanted to, as cliche as it sounded, grab the moment. Which is why she grabbed Kinger, kissed him without delay, and shoved him into the light. She thought she’d never kiss him again unless darkness engulfed them once more.
Yet here they were. In daylight. Surrounded by chocolate eggs and Crayola-crapped configurations. Practically eating face.
And this time, they were gonna take their sweet time.
Speaking of sweet, Pomni could’ve sworn she tased hints of chocolate off his non-existent lips. Sometimes she questioned the logic of how one with no mouth was able to perform the things that required one. After all, she didn’t exactly see how Kinger ate, and they had dinner supposedly once?
It was Kinger this time who pulled away. He held her hands, looking deep into her pinwheels that darkened with desire.
“You’re thinking a lot,” he pointed out.
Pomni suppressed a snort. “That’s all you gotta say?”
Kinger lowered his head further, staring at her closely. “You also have lots of questions, which is only logical.”
His eyes curved in a gentle smile at the jester. Pomni felt her cheeks warm up again.
“Good thing you have me, right?” he added, his tone playful and reassuring.
She smiled too. “Yes. A very good thing, Kinger.”
At first she hesitated reaching a gloved hand toward his face. Kinger noticed this and automatically leaned into her fingertips. The smiling expression on his mouthless face was almost overwhelming for Pomni. While her glove prevented actual skin-to-skin(?) contact, she could tell his texture was smooth. Perfect. Practically unreal.
Her other hand came to rest on the other side of his face. The narrowness of his chess piece head somehow fit perfectly between her hands.
“I’m a handful, I know,” he quirked, unintentionally adding humor to the moment.
Pomni just smiled. Then brought herself closer to him. Just at the edge of where his lips would be, the jester French-kissed him. Tiny, heartfelt pecks against his wooden face. Kinger flushed, idly playing with his fingers in embarrassment. Thankfully his avatar only permitted him to have pinkish red blush cheeks or his whole person would be as red as Caine’s.
Once Pomni finished one side of his face, she slowly maneuvered toward the other and repeated. She closed the distance between her and the chess piece. Like an unexpected addition to the chessboard that defied the rules to be near the king. And he welcomed it.
His white gloves rested on her shoulders, steadying her as well as himself. He inched his lips back to hers, pressing a deeper kiss. She welcomed it with vigor.
As they swallowed in each other’s embrace, time stood still. Or very much always had been since no one knew how it worked in the circus. But whether they had been in this moment forever or even 5.7 minutes, every second was pure bliss.
Pomni wondered if there were rules against this kind of “deviation”. After all, no one else in the circus had what she and Kinger had. Which was actually kind of depressing when you really think about it.
But the jester didn’t want to think about such sad thoughts. She just wanted to enjoy this happiness with Kinger.
They did their part for the adventure anyway. All the eggs were gathered. Everyone else could take their sweet time while the unexpected couple enjoyed theirs~
Pomni’s gloved fingertips trailed down Kinger’s face, before resting on the fur trim of his robe. Hands resting here, she leaned her head back to capture his lips once more. Kinger’s hands never went any lower than her arms. She wished he could just hold her around the waist, place his gentle hands against her thighs, oh God-
Heart thumping, Pomni broke the kiss only to repeatedly peck his mouth. She was practically suckling his face, her lips smacking against his as she savored every morsel of contact.
Kinger welcomed it, his hands gliding down to take hers once more. Pomni linked her fingers with his. They fit perfectly. Like a glove.
“Kinger…” she murmured, “I…I love…y…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence, completely lost in his oceanic eyes once more. She dove in for another, engulfing kiss. Kinger pressed with just as much gentle passion.
Lost in each other’s presence, they almost didn’t hear the sound of things moving. Pomni just assumed Caine was performing his usual antics to enhance the adventure. Let him make a giant Easter basket with taffy tinfoil grass for all she cared.
She and Kinger were going to enjoy this moment for however long they wanted to-
“WHAT THE F*#@?!”