The duo sat inside the confinements of the a cave, a cave at the base of a mountain, a mountain cloaked in white powder from the tip to the base. The ground beneath their bed roll was thoroughly frozen from the extremely low temperature of the region. The entrance was blocked off with a gargantuan boulder. The two were trapped inside a Stygian manhole with no possible points of escape on any side, and for the moment, the two victims didn't bother to blueprint a possible route to liberate themselves. Instead, the sat side by side around the fire, one blanket wrapped around both their shoulders, her head resting on his broad shoulder, her pink vibrant locks which was complemented with the orange hue of the flame they set up. Every breath they drew, the air they released froze almost instantly, but the warmth of the fire kept them just warm enough.
"Who would have thought we'd end up like this…" The prince sat with his legs crossed and an arm wrapped around her opposing shoulder. He kept her closer to his heart, and she felt content for the first time in what seemed like ages. The one nicknamed 'Lightning', pressed a hand on the epicentre of his torso, her lips stretching to opposing corners, painting ecstatic smile on her face. "I'm surprised we haven't killed each other.." Claire said in a barely audible locution, but it the voice was brimming with bliss. She was in a blissful state. "You didn't make it any easy it easy to get along with you.." Noctis quickly retorted, sapphire eyes glued to the burning ember before him. "Well, excuse me your highness, but you weren't entirely understanding either.." The two shared a genuine laugh, with wide smile painted on even the face of the stoic prince and the stoic goddess, a sight rare to all eyes.
Laughs dimmed to moments of silence. Lightning then found her palm pressing even harder on his torso, her head lifted from his shoulder, her eyes shut and her face nearing that of the prince. Noctis felt an rising impulse in his core, an impulse that caused him to close his two eyes, angle his head towards hers, lowering face even more. Their lips approached each other's. To them, seconds transpired to hours, before they finally locked their lips. A sensation of euphoria passed through their lips, luring their minds into their deepest desires. Noctis closed in even more, a hand sliding to her right hip, as he gently grasped her hip in the palm of his rough hands. Lightning desired what she couldn't have even more, as her right hand traveled down to his stomach slipped under the fabric of his shirt, travelling up his abdomen. They parted their lips and retreated a few inches, both desperate grasping for air. Noctis grasped the lower ends of his ebony t-shirt and pulled it over his head, then dropping the shirt on the side. The two then once again jumped back in the moment, locking their lips. Lightning pressed her palm on the royal prince's bare shoulder, and as the kiss grew even more intense with each ephemeral second. Lightning's back fell against the bedroll, the two never once parting their locked lips. Nor did they want to. And as they continued their passionate kiss they both acknowledged this for what it was.
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4 months earlier….