Summary: Just some cuddling. That's all
Zach's POV
Lush green draped us in splotched shadows. Warm, gleaming light filtering through the tree's thick canopy. Leaving the grass beneath speckled with the Sun's life-giving rays.
The occasional wind weaving through strong braches. Leaving whistling grass in its wake as well as humming leaves. Drifting easily over the rolling moor. Carrying the scents of scattered lavender. Untainted by the filth of the city, left virgin to man's destructive touch.
The low melodies of chirping birds carried by the breeze as well. Floating through the air, echoing throughout the field. Their beautiful songs only adding to the world's tranquility. As if we were the only ones alive and even we were barely so.
With the only evidence of us being the low breaths falling from our lips. Or the whisper of the spring grass as we shifted. The rise and fall of Jonah's chest rocking me gently. Leading me away from this world to one of perfect days and starry nights.
His strong arms keeping me close. Safe. Always ensuring I found my way back to him. To the mint-laced heat of his breaths fanning along the plains of my skin. Or to the powerful chest my back rested against.
Or the tickle of Corbyn's bushy tail. The tingle it left, the steady bubbling of my blood. Each pop elicting a purr, every purr causing another to pop.
My nestling into pale fur subconscious. Hiding between the plush strands of silky white and creamy blonde. Seeking the pulsing heat radiating from the large wolf. Nose craving his quiet, almost sweet scent.
Corbyn shifting below us, curling tighter around our bodies. Broad muzzle brushing along my thigh. Tail draping across Jonah's hip. His sniffing no more than another instrument in the orchestra of birds and bees. Blending with their buzzing and singing. Only nuzzling closer, almost as if he had forgotten we were there. As if he feared we had left.
It was all so perfect. So calm. So warm. With the lush plants and gliding butterflies. The wind's loving caress. The feeling of them so close.
Maybe Jonah and Corbyn weren't sending me to a land of dreams, of promises. Maybe I was already there.
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What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots
RomanceFrom high school drama to jealousy With a bit of angst sprinkled in for variety A few smutty chapters every now and again Not to mention stories of true best friends With fluff to spare and most shots Corbyn centered If you're okay with a little ga...
