Prompt: #25 Roam

Summary: Will they do more than pray?

A/N: This is a of continuation to the Spirit Prompt (Chapter One: Spiritus). It seems that most did not catch my Romeo and Juliet reference. Well, this one is more obvious. Noctis and Stella alter the lines to match themselves.

Commoror is Latin for "remain, stay, linger."

Commoror

Can lips do what hands do?

He was teasing her. Teasing by tempting her in the most delightful way. As if he needed to do much more than merely exist for him to be the very epitome of temptation to her. It really was not fair. Yet, since he seemed as equally tempted by her as she was by him made it somewhat fair. She had teased him first and now, he was tempting her with the subject of her tease. Quite often now, she would find that his hand would find a reason, any reason, to clasp her own. Not quickly either, but lingering and meaningful. A careful roam of hands that clasped hers within his. The first time he had done it, had been to help her up an extremely steep slope. On the surface it had appeared innocent enough. Though, there had been something in the gesture that was more than an intention of being helpful to her. He knew that she had not really needed the help, having climbed much worse in their travels. Also, there had been the fact that he had not offered her his hand. He had merely reached over and grabbed hold of hers and helped her without a word.

To their other companions, this would have just been nothing too untoward. A mere politeness. She knew better. She knew better since she had, had an excellent view of the smirk on his lips when she had looked up into his face in surprise at the gesture. There was nothing for it. He had done it on purpose. He was going it all on purpose. Of course his timing was also precise. The very next morning she had caught him gazing at her fondly when she woke. He had been asking permission to kiss her lips in their own silent language. How he could have such wit so early in the morning was impressive to someone like her. He seemed more of a night owl and yet, it was he who was the first to rise every morning. Did the man ever sleep? Somehow, she does not think he does.

The dark secrets that hid behind his ocean blue eyes could clearly be seen in his bottomless irises. He never spoken of them. None of their companions spoke of them, but they knew them. She was the only one not privy to them. Whatever it had been, had been very monumental. She can respect that. Her own experiences had left a very permanent mark on her too. It was just a bit different to be around someone who kept them so guarded. She was not so prone to hiding her own. She could be honest when she needed to be and she could also hold her tongue, but she was not prone to secrecy. She never felt the need to keep all of her life so private. Those musings however, would have to wait. She knows that all will be revealed in its own proper time and something warned her to enjoy the lightness of their situation while it lasted. Something told her that it would not be so lighthearted for much longer.

Do you mean, pray?

Flirting had never really been her strong suit, but she found that light teasing, amusing banter and easy flirting were common in her interactions with Noctis, especially when they were alone. When their three other companions were in close proximity or within ear shoot, they were merely pleasant and accommodating. It was almost like a secret game between them within the lighter moments of their journey. Of course, there were rough patches too, but right now, she wants to think about this on going tension that was building between her and Noctis. Oh how delicious a tension it was. The impending snap of it would yield to an even sweeter development. She fancies it to be so. What could be sweeter than having Noctis kiss her as he obviously wanted? Especially when she wanted him to just as much?

Fingers slide titillatingly close to her skin as they brush down her arm and a roaming hand squeezes hers. It is enough pressure to gain her attention but not to hurt her. It is neither demanding nor painful. It is merely pointed, pressing just enough pressure to have her attention solely fixed on the joining of their hands. He is not wearing his ever present gloves and the touch of his skin is electric. Then, a warm breathe blows against her ear as hushed words are whispered into the lobe. His leather clad body stands just behind her.

"My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand," she hears his fervent whisper as she feels her hand raised to those very lips. "To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Those soft, cool lips press against her hand and she closes her eyes at the sensations.

She whirls around to face him and smiles secretly as she stares at those very lips that wish what their hands have only done before. "Good pilgrim," she says with shining amusement in her eyes. "We have been palm to palm in holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips and holy palmers too?" he asks as he leans in closer to her face.

"Yes," she says in an innocent tone. "Lips that they must use in prayer."

"Then, Dear Saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray," he urges as he tries to brush his lips against hers.

But she anticipates this and leans away. "Your two pilgrims cannot pray when pressed so tightly against mine," she chides, taking a teasing step backwards, but he pursues her quickly.

"Oh but Dear Saint, they have already silent prayers made," he says coming at her and forcing her further back.

His eyes go from teasing to intent as he traps her against a nearby tree and places his hands on either side of her head.

"Now, move not, while my prayer's effect I take," he says as he quickly leans down and kisses her swiftly. His lips mingle with hers in a poignant moment. It is as sweet as she has dreamt it would be and she already wants another before this one ends. Then his lips release hers to look down at her face.

"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged," he says quietly. His eyes shone with amusement and a small trace of seriousness.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took?" she asks raising her eyebrow curiously at him.

"Sin from your lips? Oh trespass sweetly urged!" he says dramatically and she almost gives the game away with a laugh. "Give me my sin again." He dives down for another kiss, but his lips meet air as she ducks under one of his arms and dances away from his reach.

"You cheat me," he accuses with something akin to a pout.

She has to giggle now. It cannot be helped at the look on his face.

"Oh good pilgrim," she says in an almost forlorn, but wistful voice. "If I am thy Saint, I must keep your sin."

He tilts his head at her and the smirk that forms on his lips tell her that he is on to her game.

"If I should sin again, Dear Saint?" he asks coyly.

"I shall have thy sin as thou hast just given me," she says and quickly turns away to escape before he can grab her. She lets out a laugh and is already anticipating when their lips would once again do what their hands have already done.