[ He's never heard her same his name like that before, like it's burning off her tongue, breathless and wanting, and it's as strange as it isn't. Lune's beautiful, but he's always known that, even as he's simply observed that fact from a distance. Now that she's here in his arms, pressing kisses against his mouth and shuddering at his touch, she's as glorious and impossibly lovely as the glowing moon that is her namesake.
The air is cool against his bare skin, except for where heat licks over it from the fire and from Lune's scalding touch. He doesn't think it's her abilities that make her fingers feel like flames sheeting over him, but it's always a possibility — not that he can care at all. If he wakes up tomorrow with burn marks pinking his skin, so be it; he needs this too much, her hands on him, her bared front pressing to his one, her mouth plush and sharp all at the same time, driving him insane.
He has just enough presence of mind to reach blindly behind himself, fingers scrabbling in the grass until he finds his discarded jacket. He drags it around them, spreading it behind her as well as he can with only one hand and no eyes on his work and a great deal of impatience truncating any attempt at smoothing it out or making it perfect. It just needs to be what barrier he can manage between her bare back and the cool grass as he shifts his weight forward, left arm going around her to support her as he coaxes her back and follows her down, mouth pressed hungrily to hers. ]
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The air is cool against his bare skin, except for where heat licks over it from the fire and from Lune's scalding touch. He doesn't think it's her abilities that make her fingers feel like flames sheeting over him, but it's always a possibility — not that he can care at all. If he wakes up tomorrow with burn marks pinking his skin, so be it; he needs this too much, her hands on him, her bared front pressing to his one, her mouth plush and sharp all at the same time, driving him insane.
He has just enough presence of mind to reach blindly behind himself, fingers scrabbling in the grass until he finds his discarded jacket. He drags it around them, spreading it behind her as well as he can with only one hand and no eyes on his work and a great deal of impatience truncating any attempt at smoothing it out or making it perfect. It just needs to be what barrier he can manage between her bare back and the cool grass as he shifts his weight forward, left arm going around her to support her as he coaxes her back and follows her down, mouth pressed hungrily to hers. ]