Soft +FIC

Adhara was practically weightless in his lap, but the press of her body against his was electric. Now that he’d convinced her to sit on his lap instead of next to him on the tree stump, Halsin had no plans to let her go. Her feet dangled playfully above his, which were planted firmly on the ground.

“Isn’t this better, little one?” he asked. Each of his wide palms cupped Adhara’s knees. He ran his thumbs over the sensitive skin just above the spot where they bent. He felt her shiver against him. A mischievous grin that she couldn’t see cracked across his face. He leaned close to the side of face, letting the warm vanilla scent of her skin and the floral notes of her moonlight hair fill his nose.

“A bit ticklish there, are you, my heart?” He dragged his fingertips lightly across the newly discovered sweet spot on each of her legs. Adhara squealed and pitched forward, the sudden momentum threatening to displace her from Halsin’s lap. His reflexes were quick. He grabbed her firmly by the hips and repositioned her atop his muscled thighs. He chuckled.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

At that, Adhara’s breath caught in her chest. Halsin’s large, warm hands slid from her hips back down her bare thighs to just above the spot he had teased with rough-hewn fingers a moment before. His palms covered a considerable portion of each of her legs. With the affection of a docile house cat, his fingers began kneading the outside of her thighs. Adhara’s shoulders drooped just a little as she relaxed into Halsin’s broad chest. She hadn’t realized her legs were holding so much tension.

“I am sorry, my heart. It is not my intent to tease,” he whispered, a lilt to his voice that suggested that wasn’t entirely true.

“N-no, that feels nice,” Adhara said. “You can keep going.”

“Keep going, you say?” he said. Adhara gasped as Halsin placed a gentle bite on the very tip of her ear. His hands shifted upward on her legs, just above mid-thigh now. He turned his hands inward so that his fingers rested on the insides of her thighs. He trailed them up and down, pulling them closer to the heat of her center, then away again.

“So soft,” he murmured. “Your skin is so soft, especially here. There’s nothing softer.”

He pressed a little harder, using his fingertips to massage the insides of her legs and his palms and heels of his hands to relieve the tension along her outer thighs. Adhara was turning to putty under his capable hands; she slouched fully against him, soft moans and sweet chirruping sounds escaping her lips each time he found a particularly tender spot. He nestled his face closer to hers, ran his tongue along her jaw, then kissed it, repeated the action down the slope of her shoulder.

Halsin’s hands rested at the very tops of Adhara’s legs now, beneath the hem of her skirt. She trembled slightly, turned her head and looked up at him with wide, questioning eyes—one purple, one green. He gave both of her legs one firm squeeze in tandem.

“You know, there are a few more massage techniques I’d be happy to share with you in my tent.”

Written by the amazing @spooky-lil-bee