Kiromir86

Letti cackled at us for a long moment before she sighed with relief.

“Hey, didn’t Thanus have my kid?” She scrutinized us for a moment before looking around.

“Dimal took him back to the tent,” Thanus told her. She shrugged and bounded off after him.

“We can’t just have a moment, can we?” I pushed my head into Thanus’s neck and breathed in his scent deeply, the ruckus over in the common area growing louder.

“Think we should give them a ball?” he asked me.

“I really want to, but this may be the only time we get some time alone for the next while,” I said, feeling this excitement bubbling in me, rushing like a good stretch and yawn.

Thanus slid his arms around me, dipped his hands into my back pockets, and squeezed. I didn’t not like it, but I squinted, confused.

“Why are you….” I wanted to ask, but he seemed pensive.

“I hate to say it, Mir. I think the Mothman statue’s ass—”

I pushed him away and spluttered. “You’re terrible.”

He stumbled up to grab me once again, wrapped himself around me, and breathed over my hair. I knew what I’d been missing all those years, at least part of it. I don’t know if I’d been in denial or that I genuinely didn’t think about it. I don’t think I thought of it once. Now I couldn’t get it out of my head, him out of my head, Touk’s talk out of my head… He brushed my hair from my face, and our mouths found one another’s.

I liked the way we fit together, like two puzzle pieces. Separately, we were two strange, jagged shapes, but conjoined, we were solid and reassuringly warm. Our feet moved of their own accord, back to our tent as we ducked under the flap. He tugged at my shirt, separating us between the thin veil of fabric before I pushed his out of the way and tugged to bring our bare flesh together. That was enough, that warmth, his smell. My ault mingled over his scent, his own sweat.

“Tan,” I breathed against him, taking him in as we pushed our cheeks against one another. I brought a hand to run up through his hair. I loved his hair. I used to not, but it defined Thanus now more than anything else I’d seen. He looked too much like Dimal without it done this way.

I loved his smell, and I pulled his hair, bringing him down to my face to breathe him in, finding the ozone and earth scent of him meddled in with my own sea breeze.

This will be it.

This is going to go there.

His hands moved to my hips then, circling the waistband of my jeans. Finally, his thumbs hooked in and found their way to the button. I mimicked his actions, less sure of myself than him.

We all knew that a first time was special, would be memorable only in that it was our first, and that it would be terrible, and that every time after that would be better as we learned one another. I’d not experienced a terrible moment yet.

I felt cold air against my legs, and we stepped out of our pants. Our bare legs touching the night before had been its own thing of simple pleasure.

“Mir,” his plea groaned, desperate and hungry for me. I thought that his rough voice this morning had been its own waking quirk, but as I heard that same tone from his throat now, I recognized the want in it.

The kisses didn’t stop, and we collapsed into the straw. Our hips moved, things of instinct and urgency clicking in our minds. The kisses couldn’t stop, and we felt over one another’s binding marks with pawing passing touches. My skin wanted to crawl, and every muscle in my body wanted to clench and shudder. “Tan! Oh, sutz.” I shook as we found ourselves on our sides, pressing in against one another. One layer separated us, that last thing, the cloth of our underwear. That one last barrier that would—would…

He pressed a little firmer, a groan playing over his taut throat as my hand wandered over his neck and his over mine. Lightning crawled up my spine, not his fires, just… something new. A flash of light blossomed in my eyes, and I opened them to stare at his own, a golden yellow glow of electricity peering back at mine. His teeth clenched, and I felt it too, the shivering moment of rising anxiety as a flash lit in my mind.

My breath and shudder turned into a carnal call that he silenced with a desperate kiss, one that ebbed into tender, soft things that silenced every wanton need we had.

He pulled his mouth from mine and looked at my flushed face. “This… isn’t… is it?” We touched our noses to one another.

“I don’t know.” I struggled to move from his warm… damp… contact.

Things felt… weird.

“Um…Mir?” he asked.