23.
8.8.11
Lavender Vanilla
LucyLysander
daydream, starry, blush
Lysander daydreams himself awake to a vanilla sweet scent that lingers in his nose and tickles his tongue.
"Ly, lying in a lavender field," she whispers, her voice breathy and filled with a laugh that she hasn't released yet. "Say that five times fast."
He feels a soft kiss on his lips, light as a butterfly's wings, and the ghost of her skin on his face, and he opens his eyes only to catch one glance of the starry night sky and a flash of white before a hand is clapped over his eyes and his sight is taken.
He wants to move her hand, he doesn't want her to touch his cheeks and feel his furious blush, and he still feels the tingle of her lips on his. He wants to look at her and make sure it happened at all, but Lucy said, in that dreamy tone of hers, "The world is so much more pretty with your eyes closed, Ly."
She moves her hand and lies down next to him and that heavenly vanilla scent assaults his senses again.
He finds that she's right, as usual. The stars are so much prettier with his eyes closed.