[ATM] Butterfly Kisses; Hiru/Sanga
Title: Butterfly Kisses Fandom: Against the Moon (Original) Character/s: Hiru, Sanga Words: 469 Notes: -
Hiru clenched his fists at his sides, quaking with barely suppressed rage. For all his experience in court, he was still very young, and his temper sometimes overwhelmed him. Quite often, in fact, around a certain water sprite.
"What in the name of the Lady do you think you are doing?!"
Sanga shrugged fluidly, running a hand thoughtfully through the hair that spilled over his shoulder. "You have such lovely delicate wrists," he said, as though this explained everything. "And warm flesh is so very appealing..." His own was cool, and occasionally clammy.
"That doesn't give you the right to - to - !"
Sanga's black eyes glittered in amusement through the curtain of his hair. "You cannot say you didn't enjoy it, little butterfly," he practically purred. "I was trying to take your pulse; I felt it racing."
As though a floodgate had been opened, Hiru's face flushed with colour. "You are the most arrogant bastard I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!" He fumed. Sanga tilted his head, observing the fall of the younger sidhe's golden curls, and the way his lashes glinted pale against the deep, startling green of his eyes. "I don't know what your problem is, but you can start taking care of it by staying the Sluagh away from me!"
Sanga's dark lips curved upward. "You don't know? Little butterfly, do not sell yourself so cheaply... surely you realise how beautiful you are...?"
Hiru's furious tirade halted with a stutter and an even more furious blush. "Don't you - don't - what are you talking about?" He demanded at last.
Sanga shifted, straightened, his expression no longer mocking. "You see, little butterfly," he murmured. "My problem lies in the fact that you are breathtaking. I cannot take my eyes from you. You are thoughtless and cold towards me, but that matters not."
Hiru stared up at the Unseelie, full lips agape with the unusually serious flattery. "But... but you..." A tiny pink tongue darted out to wet the lips. Sanga bent, touched his lips to the younger sidhe's forehead.
"You are beautiful," he whispered. "So beautiful. I could not leave you if I tried." Hiru shivered at the sensation of tinted lips moving along his hairline.
"...you are... you are also... very attractive..." His voice emerged in a rasp, even as he tried to remember the proper court etiquette... which very promptly went out the window when Sanga's tongue, shockingly warm, passed over one of the silver studs in his ear. Hiru nearly inhaled his own tongue as a flood of warmth spread through him.
Sanga chuckled, and he blushed uncomfortably. The water sprite's cool fingers took his chin firmly, tilted it upward.
"What is it they say about butterfly kisses...?" Sanga mused aloud.