We Got One Thing On Our Minds

He loved seeing her bask in new scene around them, he only admired her as she played with the water and giggled, his own genuine smile on his maw while he looked at her. He slid the bangle over her paw and up her leg, his claws carefully brushing over the skin on her upper leg as he still admired her body. He couldn't tell her how much he loved her, it was indescribable. He could feel it in his chest as he slipped the gift onto her and just wanted to be closer to her.

His paw reached over to caress around the back of her shoulder and his expressions turned gentle while he went to grab her eyes, "I want you to always be reminded about how much I care for you, Azzie." Though he guessed she didn't really need that. He felt like providing for her, finding them a home, holding her at night was all enough to show his appreciation. But also with the back and forth struggles of his own guilt, he felt like he needed more. Maybe he actually thought it would never be enough. Looking over his shoulder, he dragged the opened bottle of wine over and took probably too generous of a swig. He wasn't expecting the bitter taste while he had also never tried wine before, but still took it down with a twinge in his lip and an awkward smile, not that he was uncomfortable around her. He pushed the bottle back over to her, suggesting that she take another drink.

His paw went to move along her ribs as he started to grab around her hip and pull her into him, carefully moving her on top of him in one gentle motion. She was so light in his arms, he felt like if he squeezed too hard she would just break. He just looked up at her with the spurts of starry sky through the clouds surrounding her. The way he looked at her was maybe special if someone had been looking in, but he always looked a her this way. With immense love and admiration for her.

He turned his head while he one handedly took another swig of the bottle, pushing it back up right as he got used to the taste more. He slowly moved his maw up to hers, giving her steady and gentle kisses and not rushing anything, he never needed to rush her at least. What they had was meaningful to him. The taste of wine on her lips was more intoxicating than their kiss. The longer their lips were connected the more he desired her, his hips subtly pushing up to brush against her, but not into her. He wanted to savor every moment of this.

"Azzurra & Balthier"