knightofmercury | Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick is out in the forest tonight, lying in a clearing by the lake, looking up at the stars. He traces patterns of constellations in the air with one hand, his other arm placed casually under his head and his legs crossed above him. He hums softly as he does so, a wayward tune that seems to vascillate between songs he's only vaguely familiar with, and nonsensical melodies he's made up on the spot.

The calm, dark water of the lake nearby reflects the glittering specks of light in the clear night sky, creating the illusion of space both above and below.

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Frederick actually looks quite thoughtful for a moment. When he speaks again, his smile almost seems forced.

"It wouldn't matter, really," he says, with a deep breath almost like a sigh. "As long as you were there with me, I could never be anything but content."

He leans down to kiss her forehead, briefly but firmly. He then looks up towards the stars, playing with her hair again.

"Just... somewhere. Away, I suppose."

She frowns and kisses his chin,

"I can take you to the Dreaming."

He looks down at her again, slipping his arm around her waist.

"And where is that, my dear girl?" he asks, his voice returning to its former cooing murmur. "It sounds lovely."

"Sideways, but away usually ends up closer than you think,"

After all, she's flown many skies and its the flying that's the joy.

"Well, now you're making me curious," Frederick says, his smile brighter. "I should love to go there with you.

"The question is, should we go now, or do I want to stay here with you in this beautiful clearing for a little while longer? I really can't decide." He bends to touch his nose to hers, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent.

She closes the distance between them to kiss him and says while still close to his mouth,

"It can wait."

Frederick smiles. On a whim, he rolls over to pin her to the ground, holding her close and leaning in for another kiss, this one a bit longer than the last.

"Yes. It can," he agrees, pulling back to grin at her. He knows he's put her in a bit of a compromising position, so he gives her enough room to get up if she doesn't like it.

Or she can pull him back down again.

The roll makes her squeak before she kisses him again, saying just before she does,

"Yes."

Frederick chuckles when she squeaks, delighted.

"M'dear, you could not possibly be any more adorable than you are!" he declares, and then proceeds to cover her face with kisses.

She giggles and moves a hand into his hair,

"Just adorable?"

"You are a lot of things, m'dear-- adorable is just one of many," he replies, continuing to kiss her. "It's not an adequate description. What I mean to say is that anyone who spends more than five minutes with you is forced to adore you, by virtue of your shining personality and every last one of your physical features, and that I myself have fallen under this spell of yours, more deeply than I ever thought possible."

Now she's blushing but its mixed with being rather happily flushed,

"Mm, I could get used to this."

"Could you, now?" Frederick coos, into her ear. "You wouldn't get bored of me, and fly away?"

He pulls her a little closer with the arm he has around her back, trapping her body against his.

She shifts against him with a contented sigh,

"You might get bored too."

"Mm. That's difficult to imagine," he purrs. After a few moments of burying his nose in her hair, he shifts downward to place a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

The kiss and the purr feels nice and she sighs before ruffling his hair and pulling him down to the ground with her,

"Then we'll just have to keep each other busy."

"And how might we do that?" Frederick asks innocently, as if he hasn't a clue.

His smile is rather suggestive, however.

She kisses him, a long and deep kiss before answering,

"I'm sure we can think of something."

His heart flutters a bit at the kiss, and he drinks it in deeply, truly letting himself want more for the first time. He shifts one of his legs in between hers, rubbing against the inside of her thigh just above her knee.

"We just might think of something, between the two of us," he replies, his voice lower.

"I know we can,"

When he moves his leg, she pulls him closer, letting her hand get lost in his hair. Then shifts her other hand down his back, taking her time to feel all his muscles.

Frederick lets out a rather satisfied and drawn-out "mm" noise, breathing deeply of her feel and her scent. He copies her a bit, sliding his hand down the side of her waist, her hips, then her thigh. When he brings it back up again, he trails just one finger upwards, stopping to tickle her back just above her hips.

She moves into his touch as her hand wanders down to his waist and kisses his neck.

He shifts into her embrace, quite enjoying the feeling of her hand there. Even better, perhaps, is the feeling of her lips against his neck.

He kisses the edge of her ear before murmuring into it, "I certainly wouldn't mind if you kept doing that, m'dear." He reaches up momentarily to loosen his collar a bit, then goes back to teasing the bottom of her shirt.

"Good, because I plan on doing more of it. Though we might want to get more comfortable at some point,"

She really doesn't want to move from being so close to him but they are outside.

"Hm?" Frederick stops, pulling back to look at her face. "Oh. Yes, I suppose," he laughs, pulling his arm out from under her back and propping himself up with both hands on the ground.

He smiles down at her. "Where would you like to go?"

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