you're a fraud and you know it
but it's too good to throw it all away
They were more than simple touches, more than light, airy gestures of affection; there was import, purpose behind Lena's movements, and she did not need to bring voice to them for the Phantom to take notice. Absolution and warmth poured over him like a song, washed like a gentle wave across his skin and pulled him under. He was short of breath, head spinning, and yet the myriad sensations were exquisite, electrifying, as he leaned into her every caress. The soothing rhythm of pressure against the curve of his back was enough to lull him into a gentle trance, and he felt the tension in his muscles ease away as he stole a touch of his own here and there over her dark coat, wound himself around her and ran his lips down the curve of her neck, over the gentle slope of her withers and into the dip of her back, traced the imprint of her spine and breathed in her soft scent. The gentle rush of her laughter only served to spur him on, feeling a thrill of his own at her contentment.
He felt more than saw her movement as she paused and turned towards him, entangled as they were, directing her gaze and attention to his face. With a final kiss against her side he moved to face her with curious eyes. They shared a moment that was spent in observation of the other, and then the Songbird broke into a grin, so radiant, so effortless within the quietus of the moment. It then quieted into something almost shy and soft, as if she were taking careful note of where she traced her footsteps next.
What do you hope for now? The question floated softly in the space between them, a reference to the conversation Roland had almost forgotten, and yet he did not need to pause and think. The answer came to him immediately, as if it had been ready to spring forth from his lips all along. He smiled back at her, every bit as soft and gentle, as pliable as the press of her body against his. The Phantom could think of only one thing he could wish for, one thing above all he wanted to see prosper and thrive from this day forward. "
For us," he murmured. For the future they might carve together in the snowy valley of the Basin, for the path they would follow, as if they were one, and that every pursuit and adventure would prove fruitful.
The Songbird withdrew her honeyed gaze, returned to her ministrations, igniting sparks, electricity along his muscles, making him restless, eager, an uneasy tension pulling at his muscles that was both foreign and thrilling. It drew his thoughts from conjecture, infinities and futures, dreams and aspirations, down to their shared space in the shadows of a cave. If a breeze were to fly through the hollow he would not feel it, if the birds had risen and begun their morning songs he would not hear them, tucked together and sharing a silence full of so many desires and sentiments. Roland curled back towards her, tucking his nose into the soft spot at the base of her throat, breathing her in, demanding in a quiet, placid way, her attention. If he could hope for anything else in that moment, the answer was simple. "
For you."
@Lena
sometimes you even fool yourself a bit
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[P] Yet greater still and more profound
