Each feeling she conveyed in that kiss, he responded by kissing back, his lips soft and warm, present against hers. He sighed a little as they parted, eyes closing as he let his forehead rest against hers. And it was a good thing that she enjoyed his touches, because he could not help himself from doing just that, whenever he got that chance. Just like now, his free hand continuing to trail along the skin of her neck and shoulder, brushing down her side and back, moving back up to play with her hair again.
"Boyfriend?" He knit his eyebrows in confusion, figuring that the word meant something other than what it sounded like to him. It would be a little silly, if she were calling him a friend who was a boy - especially since he was not a boy. "What is that?"
"Right, right. Terminology. In my time and world it's like... sort of the first stage in a relationship. Boyfriends and girlfriends. I guess you'd think of it as... courting? Though, I'm not really sure what the terminology would be or if there's something for it for you. Significant other. Partner. But we certainly like slapping labels on things and early relationships have that dynamic to them." What did dwarves call their lady friends?
"Oh..." He nodded. "I see. We have no such terms, I don't think. If anything, we would refer to it as a betrothal, if the courtship proved to be successful, and took the next step. Or I would simply call you... my beloved."
It sounded a little silly to him, in true, that word she used. But knowing what it meant, he could not help but like that she thought to call him that, and rather a lot too. Smiling, he continued in a softer tone. "So, if I am your boyfriend, are you my... girlfriend?"
"Beloved, huh? I kind of like that. Betrothal for us is an engagement and that would make the people in it fiances. Then married and man and wife. Or... wife and wife or husband and husband. Which ever way someone's rock rolled." The picture of non-judgmentalism here.
God, she liked that smile. And that tone. It felt private -- not that they weren't alone and naked in bed or anything, but it felt like he was just... solely focused on her. There was a flutter in her stomach at that, and she bit her lip, nodding. "Mm, I am. If... you're good with that."
"Aye, that is the same for us." Well, not wife with wife or husband with husband, at least not officially. But such couples were very much a reality among the dwarves as well, most especially the latter.
His smile grew a little wider at that, warmer too, and he kissed her again, slow and softly. "I am... very good with that." Elated, even. He kissed her again, a quicker peck, as he cupped her face gently as his lips brushed lightly over hers. "My girlfriend, and beloved."
He teased her with her own phrases just like she did him and it was good. Damn good. Her response to him was elation in the form of a purr rumbling through her body, vibrating against him where she was touching him, her hand sliding up into his hair as she returned that kiss.
Of course, then her mouth had to just forget to check in with her brain... "My mate," she sighed, nipping at his lips, hand moving down his chest to rest over his heart. A moment of eyes widening as she realized what she'd said, but...
Shit. It felt right. And she wasn't going to argue semantics. He was hers and she was his. It was as simple as that.
Now, that he did not need to be told what it meant, and her being a shifter only made him surer of what she meant when she said it. It was clear that the word had come unbidden, what with how her eyes widened in surprise right after, but... he liked hearing it all the more for it.
It was not a thought, but a sentiment. Something true and natural, something that came solely from the heart. And though it was not a term he had ever thought to use before, he knew that she would, and he wanted her to just as much as she did.
Inhaling audibly, he brushed his lips against her, nuzzling their noses together as he nodded, then breathed out. "Yes."
A slow smile at that easy acceptance, her hands sliding over blonde curls before her hand moved down along his side, settling over his hip. "I think I'm going to be quite spoiled by you, Fili." Him and his easy acceptance of her ways, his touches and those heart-melting kisses.
He grinned and chuckled at her words, and the soft tone to them, not really taking it as a warning or a complaint because he knew that wasn't what she meant by it. "You don't sound terribly upset about that." And neither should she, really. Nothing would make him happier than to spoil her.
"Nope," she grinned, shaking her head and rubbing her nose over his. "Just means I'm totally vindicated in spoiling you back." Which she would, given the opportunity. In food or affection or attention. Whatever way she could use to show him that he meant something to her.
"What a dreadful fate that awaits me," he murmurs in a lazy but all too satisfied tone, tugging her closer and nuzzling along her neck, settling his head comfortably near her shoulder and collarbone. "I shall look forward to that."
"You know what I'd like to look forward to right now?" She murmured it against the side of his head, kissing there after. "A nap. A nice, restful nap so we can wake up and I can do that all over again."
"Yes... what an excellent idea," he hummed with a soft yawn, closing his eyes. The mere mention of a nap left him feeling quite soft and lazy, and he felt like he could fall asleep all too easily right now, especially while holding her like this. "And then eat the rest of the food too, eventually."
"I think I can work in feeding you while doing horribly dirty and perverted things to you." She chuckled, kissing his head again and settling down, that low rumbling purr of contentment coming from deep in her chest as she cuddled up with him.
"That all sounds terribly messy." Though said in that tone, he would be alright with just about anything. But for now, he was getting comfortable, nuzzling his cheek against her breasts and sighing deeply, settled in for a nice nap.
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"Boyfriend?" He knit his eyebrows in confusion, figuring that the word meant something other than what it sounded like to him. It would be a little silly, if she were calling him a friend who was a boy - especially since he was not a boy. "What is that?"
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It sounded a little silly to him, in true, that word she used. But knowing what it meant, he could not help but like that she thought to call him that, and rather a lot too. Smiling, he continued in a softer tone. "So, if I am your boyfriend, are you my... girlfriend?"
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God, she liked that smile. And that tone. It felt private -- not that they weren't alone and naked in bed or anything, but it felt like he was just... solely focused on her. There was a flutter in her stomach at that, and she bit her lip, nodding. "Mm, I am. If... you're good with that."
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His smile grew a little wider at that, warmer too, and he kissed her again, slow and softly. "I am... very good with that." Elated, even. He kissed her again, a quicker peck, as he cupped her face gently as his lips brushed lightly over hers. "My girlfriend, and beloved."
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Of course, then her mouth had to just forget to check in with her brain... "My mate," she sighed, nipping at his lips, hand moving down his chest to rest over his heart. A moment of eyes widening as she realized what she'd said, but...
Shit. It felt right. And she wasn't going to argue semantics. He was hers and she was his. It was as simple as that.
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It was not a thought, but a sentiment. Something true and natural, something that came solely from the heart. And though it was not a term he had ever thought to use before, he knew that she would, and he wanted her to just as much as she did.
Inhaling audibly, he brushed his lips against her, nuzzling their noses together as he nodded, then breathed out. "Yes."
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It was really hard to find a downside to this.
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