The first time he gets to kiss you it’s slow.
A build up of many little pecks till one of you just tilts your head forward and stays. Who decided to stay is hard to say.
When did he wrap his arms around you?
When did you start stroking his hair?
It’s hard to say. It’s hard to tell. All he knows is this kiss and the slow turning of heat in the pit of his stomach. All he knows is your name and that he loves you.
The second time he gets to kiss you it’s rushed.
He’s running late and you’re just getting out of bed. Your hair’s a mess and you’re still not awake yet, but you’re trying to help him find his crystal.
You’re not doing a good job and mostly just yawning as you flip over books. He thinks it’s cute, but god damn it he has to leave.
He’s looking in the kitchen when you come over and embrace him.
He can sense you pout and promises to bring you something special from the castle. He turns around and you give him a sleepy gaze.
“I’m cold.” You whimpered against his back and he thought his heart might jump out his chest. You asked if he’d come back to bed.
He wished he could have.
“Promise?” You ask and that’s when he kissed you. It’s very sloppy and quick because anything else will have him back in bed. Teeth clashed, but that was soon forgotten.
Despite, the rush it was perfect. The churning of heat in stomach and his whispered ‘I love you’ on your lips was what was needed.
He was out the door a moment later. You were wide awake.
He never did find his crystal.
The best time he kissed was at the masquerade.
You had spent all day rejecting his costume ideas, till he found one just right. It matched his completely and you looked so beautiful. He’d never seen such a beautiful creature as you.
Seeing you all dressed to the nines had him pondering what God made you. Dancing with you had hoping you’d never leave.
Or perhaps to him it was like a dream.
The great part of the evening was when you two snuck away into the garden. You found a Willow tree and he carved you’re name into it. You called him a romantic while you laid there together counting the stars.
Somewhere between the big Dipper and Orion’s belt, you roll on to him and smile.
Asra returns it and soon it’s just this.
Two grinning idiots under the Willow tree.
Naturally, the kiss comes soon after; it’s soft and warm. Soon, he’s pulling you closer and you’re smiling into the kiss and then…..
The last time he got to kiss you was torture.
You caressed his cheek and told him everything would be fine, but the wound was pouring blood. He was frantically trying to repair the damage and you thought him sweet.
You know your faith. You’ve read your cards and so you take the time to say not good bye but see you soon.
You kiss him with as much passion as you could. He holds you closer than he ever had, but gently as if you might break.
Maybe you would have.
When you finally pull away you’re tired and faint.
“Take good care of me.” You tell him and he nods. One last peck and your eyes are fluttering close.
“Asra… Asra, I love you.”
The last time he got to kiss you almost broke him.