lux aeterna

this is one of my happier ones. It’s a little intimate, but not in an over-the top sexy kind of way. god so help me if my parents find it, though. It’s yet to be finished, and there’s editing to do. anyways. :)

She ran her fingers lovingly along his curving spine. He dressed slowly so she could feel his skin as the sun cast down on his pale, white back and scorched it a little redder by the moment. As her fingertips slid down towards the base of his spine, she twisted her hand to trace the curve of his hips and brought her other hand around to meet her wrist. She loved the way she could fold her arms around him and almost touch each elbow with the palms of her hands. She folded her small body into the curve of his, and lost herself in the warmth he offered to her. She let one eye gaze across his angled shoulder blades, tracing the lines of his back and the muscles just barely visible beneath his freckled complexion.

Earlier, as he had lain below her hanging locks of golden hair, she had traced the new spots across his chest and up to his cheeks, which she kissed. His bright blue eyes caught at her mind as she felt his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. Those eyes were her favorite thing about him; the most beautiful she had ever seen; the widest, the most innocent. They burned furiously with how much he wanted her; she was perfectly willing to be his. He pulled her to his lips, where she caught him by surprise and felt his breath catch and his mind become overwhelmed. She had him. She enjoyed how caught up he was in her for a few moments before he came back to earth, his cheeks reddening slightly. She flipped her hair to one side, the sunlight flashing through it as he watched from below. Her weight on him was warm and comforting; her small body made him want to hold her close, and keep her safe, despite the power he knew was in her arms. She was stronger than him, but her sweet energy made her seem smaller, like a child. He loved her that way; she charmed him with small smiles and coy looks that meant many different things. She was stubborn and temperamental sometimes, but that all went away as soon as his arms were around her, or her cheek was against his chest. She would curl into him like a little girl, who was oblivious to the cruel world, like she was now. The wind lifted a few strands of hair from her face and rolled across her shoulders, soothing her into stillness. It gently brushed against the leaves around them and weaved its way through the dying leaves on the trees. They were still bright and green, but they were thin and fading, even with the moist earth and flushed green grass from the past few days of rain. The spiders in their webs looked down on the two figures, curled into one another and as calm and at peace as the day itself.

She let herself drift like the wind as long as she could keep still. But soon, she missed his coral lips and came to find his eyes again, dazed and submerged somewhere in heaven. She kissed him all the way up his stomach and across his chest, and by the time she reached his neck he had found his way to her again, anxious for her to reach where they met. But she curved around his jawline even as he turned to her sly smile, enjoying how he begged with his eyes as he chased with his chin. He struggled against her little joke, but she made him wait even longer. So he succumbed to her little game as long as he could stand, still writhing under her control as she ever so slowly touched her lips to his.

He wrapped his long, thin arms around her, his red flush contrasting with her smooth caramel hue. A small bit of laughter sounded inside her head as she gazed upon his boyish tan. He never liked to take off his shirt when he ran and played; he was too self-conscious, with no reason for being so. Even when all the other boys on the team exposed their chests, he kept his modestly covered. His soft, flat stomach and training-strengthened thighs were white as a sheet, just like his back with the red scar at the base. She watched his ribs rise and fall as her head lay in the small pit of his collar bone, enjoying the serenity of the day and the places where their skin met. She glanced up to see the way his chocolate brown hair framed his relaxed expression, and burst with a little loving joy as she found his two little curls were growing back. They began almost at level with his eyes and curled outwards and then in again, almost in a perfect circle. They gave him an almost coquettish look, a pretty-boy quality that she adored for some reason or another. She always teased him about them, and he would glare at her playfully and self-consciously. He knew she was just playing around a little, but he couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks and the lightly embarrassed smile he couldn’t hide.