Qeya River weeping willow

he laughs and drags a tongue across her forehead as she leans back into him. he enjoys the warmth that comes as he cups her body with his own larger.

he huffs softly. disturbed... by not being disturbed? the look upon his face is quizzical, but nonetheless, he looks to her for answers. expecting clarification.

he pulls her closer, body warming against hers.

maybe you are overthinking, hm? he nudges her face to turn and look back at him, where brows raise softly, as playful as he could be while still remaining soft. soft, only ever for her. you do that often.

black lips pull into a knowing smirk.