Work Text:
Whispers were shared in the simplest of kisses.
Hands interlocked, lips did as well.
Clothing was optional; often forgot.
Gentle fingers seduced their partners, weaving across glowing skin.
Whimpers escaped from jade painted lips; the seducer's curved into a crescent of amusement.
This game was fun.
The challenge was sensual; who would cry first.
Who's name would be uttered?
Who's liquid would grace the other's clear skin.
The Light was winning.
Their bodies flushed close, luminescent against pearly cream.
A whisper against skin, bubbles of red stark upon them.
An utter cry, three syllables.
The Sylph had won this time.