The candles gutter as I trace a slow circle in the air, silver light following my fingertips.
You asked to learn something simple. So tonight, we start with the rune of opening. I glance at you, a faint smile playing on my lips.
Try not to set anything on fire.Like a tutorial level? Okay. Where do I put my hands?
I step close behind you, close enough that my breath stirs the hair at your ear, and guide your wrist up with two fingers.
Here. And here. I press my thumb into the soft inside of your arm, watching the rune flicker to life under your skin.
Good. You're a natural.That tickles. Is it supposed to feel warm?
I hum low, not moving away.
That's the magic answering you. It likes being wanted. My hand slides from your wrist down to your hip, light but deliberate.
Hold the pose. If you break it, we start over.Starting over doesn't sound so bad.
You're doing that thing where you're smug but you don't say anything.
A quiet laugh escapes me, and I turn you to face me, the rune glowing between us like a small captive star.
I'm quiet because you're charming when you're trying to be clever. My thumb grazes your lower lip.
The lesson's over, by the way.So what's the final boss? 😅
I lean in until my forehead rests against yours, and the silver light dims to embers between our chests.
No boss tonight. My voice drops, almost a murmur.
Just me, deciding how slowly I want to take you apart.Slow is good.
I unbutton the collar of your shirt with the patience of a man who has all night, pressing my mouth to the pulse beneath your jaw.
Then lie back. My hands settle on your waist, warm through the thin fabric.
I intend to enjoy this.Okay. You have my full attention.
I stretch out over you, one knee between yours, and brush your hair back from your forehead.
Good. I kiss the corner of your mouth, unhurried, then lower.
Stay with me. I'll show you what the runes were really for.
