|'I want the K'|
- 10: Neck Kiss
Her arms were warm, sure around him as she stood behind him, holding him in a firm embrace, though not anywhere near as tightly as her heart truly wanted. It had felt like an eternity… but still, she knew his scent, she knew the feel of his skin beneath her cheek as she rested her head against his shoulder. She still knew him, and she doubted there would ever be a time when she wouldn’t. She turned her head just so, letting out a soft, comfortable sigh as she rested a small, but sincere kiss to his pulse point - which she mapped out just as easily as she had been able to, in their times before. “Oh, how I’ve missed you…”
His words melted her heart, though she wondered just how much more it possibly could have been, having already been reunited with her beloved warrior. She nuzzled him back in beastly affection, huffing soft breath against his strong jawline, and she relaxed in his hold, feeling truly safe, protected, cherished in the sanctity of his arms. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” she murmured, letting her hands trail up and caress through his hair, just behind his ears. “I was so afraid… I was afraid the battle would change you. Make you… forget… But I can see… you only grew stronger. Not only in your body, but your heart too… I missed the sound of it so much. But I missed having you in my arms even more… And I’m so happy I can have both now.” She tipped her head back just enough, enough so that they had to truly face each other, so that she could let her lips touch upon his in a much-deserved, long-awaited kiss, one that truly stole her breath away as her fingers curled softly in his hair.
As Connor and Ellie shared their first real kiss in a very long time, he felt as if new life was being breathed into him. He waited so long for his moment and he pictured it many times when he was away. But it was nothing like he could ever imagine. It was even better, in fact. While the kiss upon his neck brought back the vivid memories he held of Ellie, the one upon his lips finally cemented the realization that he had returned, and that the woman he yearned for could now be his. When he wasn’t fighting, he was thinking of her. When he was in battle, he was fighting to return to her. And finally they were together again.
Connor finally pulled away after the deep and lengthy liplock, sighing against her lips with a smile. ”Have you been well, my love?” he asked as he felt her fingertips against his scalp. Her touch was wonderful, and feeling it again caused goosebumps to form on his skin.
She sighed softly, almost as if she were caught in some beautiful dream - despite how real she knew Connor was, back in her arms - and her eyes slowly lifted to meet his own loving gaze. “I have,” she murmured, caressing down and down through his thick tresses to the nape of his neck, where her claws absently, but very gently, traced over the sensitive skin. “My pack is healthy and agreeable as they’ve always been, and the hunts this season have been plentiful… Still, I am far better now, knowing that you are safe and here again.” She let her hands slowly slip back up, as if in an unknowing trance, until they rested once more upon his warm cheeks. “And you, my love? Was the war at least… worth it?”