I watched the fey lay in the grotto, undistrubed. I knew Puck saw me, I was lurking in the trees of the wyldwood, staring into the grotto.
The wyldwood was dangerous, holding a dark lure and you could walk for miles without seeing light or even life.
But sometimes their were these bursts of beauty, such as the gotto with a little pond, fish and soft pink flowers blanketing the floor, in full bloom. They lifted into the wind, swirling over the pond and dotting Puck's hair.
Puck had made himself cozy in them, his shirt off and his hair tangled with the pastel pink petels. I stepped into the clearing, his eyes met mine from where he had stretched out.
"Wanna join me, ice-boy?" He teased, his arms reating lazily behind his head, his legs crossed. "Or do you just like the veiw?"
I hesitated. Why was I looking for the prankster? Puck ran his fingers through his red locks, the petals falling into his lap, onto his thin yet muscular chest. I froze, quickly covering my cluelessness
"Do you want to go hunt down the Witch of Westira?" I asked, not answering the question.
"Huh, I'm tired, I might take a little cat nap. You're free to join me"
"Why would I?"
He grinned up at me, his eyes opening. Two emerald orbs, I quietly noted how they were far more valuable than any emeralds I had seen. I felt my face heat, my fists squeezing as I turned to leave, scolding myself for thinking such disgusting things of the Seelie Fey, about a man even.
"Wait, I'll come with you" I heard him stand, moving behind me and grabbing my arm. I paused and looked behind me, he was a few inches shorter, his firey orange strands laced with a few pink dots still trapped in the soft locks.
We both froze a moment, his emerald eyes staring through mine. I leaned closer, our lips brushes tenderly, for a second. It made my skin crawl, he was so warm. I leaned in, my heart leaping as I kissed him, lacking any care of my own pride at the moment. He tasted of apples, his mouth a hot void I wanted to just sink into. Puck laced his arms around my neck, one hand tugging lightly at my hair. My hands laced around him, squeezing him closer. He pulled back for a moment, sucking in a breath before attacking my lips once again.
His face was thick with a blush, his body shaking slightly as he pulled away, spit still connecting us. I was holding him close, my hands grazing his the skin in his lower back.
He leaned into me, I had managed to turn the cocky Seelie Trickster into a blushing mess. He turned a deeper red as I continued to kiss him, his lips, jaw and eventually neck, sucking and biting the soft flesh until I mark him gently. I moved my lips away, releasing him with a shudder. He stumbled a moment, still a little shocked at what had just happened, he rubbed his neck as retrieved his shirt. My heart was in my throat, my mind racing as he walked back, his face still a burning red.
He cupped my cheek, I couldn't bring myself to move as he pecked my lips.
"We gonna go to hunt that witch or no?" He asked, his voice soft as if he knew my reluctant thoughts.
I nodded and we walked from the grotto, into the darkened mess of nightmares that was the wyldwood, a feeling of utter terror gripping me coldly at the amount of laws we had broken in that singular moment and that I could feel anything along the lines of romantic toward the Prankster.