Ronan's fingers, which had been gently teasing the base of Riven's ears, slowly traced down to the nape of his neck. His touch was careful, even reverent, as if handling something precious.
He let his hand settle behind Riven's head, his thumb lightly brushing along the curve of his neck as he pulled him closer. He caught a glimpse of Riven's surprised emerald eyes before he closed his.
Riven's breath caught. His body responded before his mind could catch up, leaning in, and following Ronan obediently.
His hands were on the ground, his fingers dug into the ground and gripped the grass as he steadied himself.
His tail, still lazily swaying behind him, stilled for just a second. Their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the space between them.
Then, their lips touched, just barely, like a whisper, like a secret shared between them.
Ronan's voice was a low rumble, barely audible. "We're not done here."
