The Snake in the Ice

Strike of Passion

His mouth moved against yours in slow, gentle, passionate kisses. He kept one large hand on your scarred cheek and the other on your hip. Gripping you and pulling you as close as you could be. You were squished up against him now.

You really did not know what to do with your hand. You were not even thinking about it. It was just hanging up in the air awkwardly to the side as you paid no heed to it. It was completely out of mind

Your mind was up in the clouds, the moons, and the stars. It did not feel wrong to be kissing him. A little odd maybe, but not wrong. You felt so much love coming off of him right now. Not just from his lips, but also his hands, his skin, and even the air he breathed out.

His lips were hard, you could feel the toughness against the scars on yours. Though the scars on yours probably made your lips harder than his. He groaned into your mouth, trying to lean in even closer. However, that only caused you to lose your footing and stumble backward.

You sunk a little into the cool water, but he kept you steady on your feet. Holding you up as he followed your backward steps as the water sloshed around both of you. You stoped when your back was pressed against the edge of the pool. Your skin and scars being tickled by the grass hanging there.

You found something to do with your hand and it slowly moved over to the back of his head. Gripping onto his green dreadlocks and pulling him even closer as your lips and limbs tangled together. The kisses the two of you shared remained as passionate as ever, but never sped up into a hasty and erratic pace.

They stayed slow and soft. Like orchid petals in the early morning dew. You did not know how long you had been kissing him, but eventually, the two of you had to separate for air. Panting in the humidity as he pressed his forhead against yours.
He held you there in the cool pond water, under the light of the disappearing moon. Your hand remained in his hair, though it slid down his locks until it was gripping at the ends of a few strands.

Neither of you wanted to move. You felt like you could stay in this spot forever. After a few minutes of hilding each other though, he pulled away and gazed lovingly into your orbs.
" Come Y/N, It has been a long night. Let us rest now." He whispered and you nodded through half-lidded eyes. He led you out of the pool, taking a moment to get his attire back on.

He one of his arms hooked through yours as he lead you back into the village and up the ramps leading to the shaman's hut. The two of you pushed through the opening. Aliskaad appeared to have vanished, being nowhere in sight.

You took a peek into the medical side of the hut. Checking in on the little girl and her new companion slumbering along with her. They were both breathing normally now. That was good.

You followed Bobazo to the other side where you prepared for bed. You brushed off your sleeping matt, disturbing Y/S/N who poked her head up from out of her curls and flicked her tongue out at you.

You gave her a rub on the head before laying down on the dry reeds that made up your matt. The sky outside was just barely starting to get bright, however, the two of you would probably be sleeping the entire day after what happened last night.
Or at least that is what you thought was going to happen. As soon as your back was down on the matt you were flipped over facing Bobazo and his lips were back on yours for the second round.

Both of his hands gripped your jaw as he leaned slightly over your form. Your hand was pressed gently against his chest and you felt his dreadlocks swing down and lay against your skin.

The make-out session lasted for a couple more minutes until he pulled away. Giving you one last peck to the lips before laying down next to you and pulling you close.