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"You know that's indecent," he said, resting his head against hers.
Her hands went to her mouth and she approached him quickly, one hand reaching out. "Oh, no! Z, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
He flushed, cupping the back of her head. "What're you doing?" he murmured, turning his head slightly.
She tossed it back, tilting her head. "What are you thinking about?"
"Really?" he teased, tilting his head. "But I deliberately didn't kiss your neck."
She caught it, jumping in the air a bit to catch it before tossing it back with a quick flick of the wrist.
He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes soft and playful. "Oh, really? That's good."
She nodded, backing up from him to give him room to throw it.
His laugh was low, but joyful, and he found her mouth again. "You might want to be sure. The Fae don't love PDA."
She laughed a little, dropping her arms. "It really doesn't make sense, but it's more intuitive when you're immersed in elf culture."
His nose brushed her neck gently, but he didn't cross the line, instead moving to kiss along her cheekbone. "No one else is in here, right?" he...
She shook her head, smiling up at him. "Not just for hand holding. You know, just in general. The quality of the touch is very different....
He pulled away gently to kiss along her jawline, ending just underneath her ear.
"Well," she said, looking down at their hands. "This means a deep bond. It's often used in married couples or best friends. People who are close."...
He deepened the kiss slowly, straightening up and wrapping his arms around her waist as he gently pulled her closer to him.
She coaxed his hand into hers. "You know elves have different languages for hand holding?" she said, looking up at him. "They mean different things."
He paused before kissing her gently, his lips soft against hers.
"Yes," she said immediately, her hand on his upper arm. "Absolutely."
His eyes narrowed in thought as he considered her, leaning down with his lips brushing hers. "I love you."
She was delighted, holding the frisbee in her hands, her dimples exposed as she approached him. She was also panting a little from the run, her...
