Kiss of Phantasm
He put his hand on her back that faced him. She felt the familiar touch, the stirring, and smiled to herself, as she turned towards him. Was he supposed to come back tonight, wondered she as her eyes caught the elfish look in his eyes.
“Heyy,” she muttered, playfully running her fingers through his hair. “Your hair’s grown, sweetie. You so need a haircut.”
“Hah, who cares?” He mumbled thickly as he drew her to him.
She slid closer, her lips on his, softly yet firmly, as she heard, rather felt the dazzling lightning kiss the clouds again in the illimitable skies.