Better Choose Carefully

For as anxious as Stolas was getting about this kiss with Fiametta and dreading how it might make his new friendship tank the way it had with Widow, he could not deny just how good and right it felt. There was still that initial surprise and shock, but more than that there was giddiness, there were sparks, there was excitement! Fia would be different; something in his gut told him so and he believed it. Fia continued to kiss him with a slow and passionate confidence that made his heart race, beating strong and alive inside his chest. He kissed her back with that same yearning craving that a young red-blooded male felt whenever he was given special attention from the fairer sex. His head swum with a light, almost drunken feeling of euphoria. Their relationship had been changed forever, but he was glad for it. He didn't ever want this moment to end!

As their kiss continued and mouths moved gently against one another's, Stolas felt Fia shift at his side until one of her paws pressed to his chest, almost right over his pounding heart. He lifted one of his own large dark paws, draping it around her lower back to settle just above her waist and keep her held near to him while they cuddled and kissed. The emotions swirled about inside his heart and soul, dizzying and invigorating and amazing! It felt so, so different from the strictly primal way everything had felt with Widow—this felt deeper, far more profound, and nowhere near as scary to him. With Fia, Stolas felt invincible. She made him believe everything would be okay. With their increasing physical contact, Stolas tightened his foreleg around her waist, subtly pulling Fiametta closer to him while his lips pressed and moved against hers, that primal part of him remembering what went beyond this contact and hormones craving it again—but he resisted for now. Too fast. That was what had burned him before. He didn't want to back off or pull away, he wanted to pursue that burning feeling of desire, but he was understandably a bit gun-shy. He would be willing to wait until it felt just as right as this did, and Fia could set their pace.

Eventually, Fia would break their lips apart, letting the prince take a shallow breath of the cool night air to refill his oxygen deprived lungs. Stolas didn't care; he happily would have suffocated if it meant getting to kiss the flame-marked princess. Graphite eyes slowly peered open, watching the way her obsidian jewels fluttered up at him with this cheeky, breathtaking smile. Stolas couldn't help but give a lopsided grin back, this dopey look of overwhelmed affection on his face, gazing at her like she were the most beautiful star in his sky. She made a comment about her family being worth his time and the Klein lordling chuckled under his breath. "Anything important to you is worth my time. Your parents are wonderful, and I had a good time meeting them." Another chuckle as he added, "And no amount of sleep would be worth missing this with you."

The young brute caught the way the flame-coated fae glanced down to his lips and understood her unspoken question. With a little mischievous smirk of his own, Stolas gathered up his boldness and lifted his free paw up to delicately caress Fia's cheek, tracking the edge of her jaw with gentle digits as he examined and explored her in the intimate moonlit moment. Then, using his paw to gently guide Fia's muzzle up to his, he claimed her mouth in another slow, passionate kiss. Gray eyes slowly closed as that burning feeling returned deep within his core, aching for Fia, yearning for her. This was an important step for the prince—the first time he had initiated a kiss with a fae. He was reclaiming his ability to love and feel passion again without the sense of guilt and loss. Though he didn't say it aloud, Fiametta was helping him heal in ways she didn't even know. If she wished to know the dark history and worries that lingered in his mind, he would tell her. But for right now, all he wanted to do was feel as good as he did when he was kissing her.

"Fiametta & Stolas"