"You smell quite nice today," Samael sniffed with eyes closed.
"You had been saying that for quite a while," Kivas chuckled.
They tumbled softly into the grass, tangled limbs and laughter muffled by the moss beneath the shade of a wide-armed tree.
The forest around them whispered in faint rustlings, a distant chorus to their quiet moment of collapse after hours of travel and talk.
Samael's hand slipped behind Kivas' neck, pulling her into a kiss without warning—warm, firm, hungry but never rough.
Kivas blinked once at the suddenness of it, then melted, her breath catching as her hands pressed instinctively against Samael's chest, only to find the former Endless Dragon already shifting her weight atop her.
The kiss broke with a breathless sound, and Samael's forehead rested against Kivas' as she grinned.
