hey dude i dig ur writing. can you write the apprentice spoiling asra with kisses?
This gets a little nsfw at the end? I think? I dunno, hope you like it!
“Asra. Asra. I’m about to be really cute, are you ready?” Despite having perfect eye contact with her, mostly accomplished by the fact she was straddling his prone figure, Sapphira apparently still felt the need to nudge his chest for attention. “Asra, you ready? Are you paying attention? Asra. Asra. Asra Asra Asra-”
“Sapphira, oh my god, why are you like this?” He laughed, swatting at her hands. “Yes, please. Be very cute.” Even if he really wanted to attempt it, there could be no trace of annoyance in his voice. Not when she glowed so beautifully in the pale, smoky light of a rainy sky, lamplight bursting around her tousled hair in a blue halo. The fact she wore only his undershirt and a smile certainly helped, too.
“Okay, close your eyes.” He obeyed after shooting her a suspicious glance. “I’m gonna kiss all my favorite parts about you in order from most favorite to slightly less most favorite.”
“Don’t you mean ‘least favorite’?”
“There is literally nothing about you that is my least favorite, except maybe that you could ever assume anything about you is my least favorite.”
“If anything, it’s just proper grammar.”
“Don’t bother me with your logic.” She rolled forward to lay her chest over his, relaxing her entire weight into him. Her breath was cool and sweet against his cheeks, her lips feather soft as they ghosted over his eyelids. “Your eyes are first because they’re the color of the sky just after twilight, and because of the way they look at me.”
There was a tickle on his nose when she moved to the hair curling over his forehead. “Then your hair, because it’s so soft and soothing to touch, and reminds me of the clouds I used to stare at when I was a kid. I’d lay on the deck and just watch them float by on nice days. Gentle clouds are always a small miracle to a sailor.”
She kissed his broad grin next. “Then your mouth, because sexy reasons.”
He cracked open a single eye. “Sexy reasons?”
“Listen, I can’t be romantic and poetic all the time. It’s very exhausting. Also, close your eyes, I didn’t say you could open them yet.”
He snorted, but did as she commanded.
“Let’s seeeee… there’s so many things to chose from, I can’t decide. Oh, I know!” Heat pressed against his neck, teeth nipping playfully at the soft skin of his jugular. “Big fan of this.”
“No special reason?”
“More sexy reasons.” She mumbled around the delicate length of his collarbone, carving a trail of kisses that wandered down his chest and over his abdomen.
“Of course. Is everything at this point just sexy reasons?” His eyes fluttered open, his hand slipped into her hair, and as he watched her crawl down the bed to switch between kissing and biting at the inside of his thighs, he let a shaking breath tumble from his lips.
Stars, he adored her. It was a miracle, a testament to his self control, really, that he was even still laying down at all.
“Oh, thank god.” He gasped, and threw himself to her mercy as he melted into the mattress.