Red Wine and Moonlight

Gods, but there could be no sweeter music in the world than the sound of Lillith's laughter! All of his terrible jokes and snarky retorts just seemed to bring more of that lyrical laughter from the girl he adored and it made his heart flutter every time she laughed. Time and wine passed between them while they enjoyed the quiet night to themselves, listening to the flowing of water and cascading of the falls, watching the auroras dance and wave in the star-streaked sky. With each sip, Romulus could feel that entertaining buzz of drunkenness start to creep in over his senses. It wasn't enough to take away any of his cognition, but every touch and sensation had this delightful warm tingle to it now. At some point Lillith tilted her head to look up at him with shimmering ruby eyes and proclaimed a toast to never waking up, Roman taking the bottle of wine when she'd finished to have a swig of his own with an emphatic, "Hear hear!"

As he gently loved on every part of Lillith he could touch, he felt his lover's body tense to a few more intimate touches. Yet where she had nearly combusted before, the snow and silver fae seemed to be taking everything in stride. In her eyes he saw the same smoldering desire that burned in his, the two wolves' eyes locked as if nothing else in the world around them mattered. Lil confirmed that he wasn't just real, he was the most real thing she had ever felt. The corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin he wore so well, though it didn't last long once the Adravendi girl began to lean in closer. Roman's heart missed a beat when a dainty paw caught his jaw to turn it down so their lips could brush together in the softest of touches. That lightest of kisses sparked electricity across his muzzle that ran straight to his racing heart. The desire within him grew, a tightening tension mounting deep in his belly. He wanted to kiss her—kiss her harder and deeper than he ever had. Lillith had struck the match. Roman was ready to ignite the powder keg now.

With their lips just barely pressing together, Roman tightened his hold around Lil's side while his other paw snaked up to stroke the side of her neck, trailing up through pallid fur until he was able to lift her muzzle and guide her mouth back to his. Romulus didn't hold back, fully pressing his muzzle slow and savoring to hers, kissing her in much the same way they usually did. This time, however, the steel-furred Armada didn't hold himself back there. Navy blue lips moved against pale white ones, gently parting them and sliding his tongue lazily into her maw to taste her. Steel eyes slowly slid closed behind dark lids as he deepened their kiss. Every motion and advance was done so slow, a gradual build of heat and passion rather than the all out explosion he'd tried on their first kiss. Lillith needed a slow burn so she didn't burn out. Roman was fine with that. It just meant he got to explore her mouth with his tongue all the longer, gently probing along teeth and gums, gliding across her tongue and palate while he sampled her flavor. Lillith tasted of the wine they shared (something he was sure he did to her as well) but she also tasted saccharine sweet, like honey. She was delicious and addicting.

Roman slowly released Lil's muzzle, gliding his paw up to caress her cheek and gently urge her to remain in their deeply passionate kiss. The paw that had been trailing over her side once more resumed its course along her underbelly, running careful claws through her silken, thin fur there. The coil inside his belly tightened further, becoming almost unbearable but in all the best and most pleasant ways. His foreleg pulled Lil closer to his side, keeping every possible inch of their bodies touching, though it still didn't feel close enough for the inebriated and lustful young brute. It just wasn't enough anymore; he needed Lillith more than he'd ever needed anything else in his life.

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