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The wither trees bloomed for only a week each year.
Seedlings traveled on the wind, climbed to the sky, and flowered for a day, maybe two, before crumbling to dust.
They were the subject of entire books worth of poetry on the isles. Many an artist and scholar over the centuries were entranced by the fleeting beauty of the trees, how quickly they rose from the ground in beautiful displays of nature only to crumble and decay at the height of their beauty.
When one such seed took root in their hill, it would have been a wasted opportunity not to plan a date under its blossoms while it lasted.
It took Raine's breath away to see Eda waiting for them that day.
The dappled light drifted through the white wither petals danced across her form.
She lay sprawled out under the shade of the wither in a loose, airy dress fluttering in the breeze, surrounded by snapdragons like a muse in a deadwardian painting.
When she heard them approach, she opened her eyes and sat up. Her smile was bright and warm in a way that put the sun to shame and there were flower petals stuck in her hair.
She was a dream.
“Rainestorm! You made it!”
There was a knit satchel nestled at the base of the tree. Through the wide stitching they could spot a label on smooth glass printed with red apples. They set the wicker basket they'd brought down beside it and felt a bit pleased at how well both offerings fit together.
“Sorry I'm a bit late. It took longer than I planned to put lunch together.”
“You're here now,” she dismissed, clearly more preoccupied with looking them over appreciatively.
Raine wasn't ashamed to admit they'd put more effort than usual into dressing for this particular date, and clearly, the results had certainly paid off.
Eda couldn't seem to decide what she liked to see more, their lacy, low necked blouse showing off their collar bones, the fading marks on their neck alluding to what she'd done to them during last week's date-
Or the way their tight corduroy bell bottoms hugged their ass.
They glanced at her face again.
Yep. She was definitely still staring at their ass.
They allowed themselves a couple seconds of internal preening before focussing back on their girlfriend.
She really did look stunning. Wearing a floaty, strappy floral dress so light that every movement sent it fluttering and rustling around her bare legs.
She was currently barefoot, but they could spot a pair of black flats abandoned further down the hill.
Sweat from the summer heat made her skin glisten and her face was bare, unwilling to risk makeup melting in the sun, leaving every last freckle spattered generously across pale skin on display.
Together, they spread a quilt under the tree and Eda helped unpack boxes of cheeses and fruits and sandwiches with the crusts cut off while Raine popped the appleblood opening.
They examined the label with a hum.
“No hard stuff today?”
Eda snorted and waggled her eyebrows.
“I meaaaan…”
Raine realized what they'd just walked into and passed her the bottle with a lighthearted groan.
“That's terrible. You're terrible.”
“Hey! You said it, not me.”
She settled back against the grass, eyes sparkling.
“But no, I'm not interested in getting more than a good buzz today, if you don't mind.”
“Sounds good to me,” they agreed.
One of raine's favorite qualities of their hill was its distance from the city. Few ventured this far, fearing the beasts of the wilds beyond bonesburrough’s walls. It wasn't quiet, but the sounds out here were so different from the man made clatter of civilization. The warble of songbirds, the rustle of the breeze through the clearing.
It was peaceful, like their own personal bubble protecting them from everything wrong in the world. All their hardships didn't matter when they were here, their girlfriend tucked against their side.
All of their stress melted away as they traded bites of fruit and bread with Eda.
There was something different about her today. She couldn't stop sneaking glances at them, a small, mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
“Something on your mind?” They asked, wondering if she'd crack and spill whatever she was up to.
“Oh, nothing,” she dismissed. “It's pretty hot out today, huh?”
They shrugged.
“Mid summer usually is.”
Eda sighed and sat up. Their eyes traced the long line of her back as she stretched.
She gathered her hair in her hands and went about tying it back with a grunt of effort.
“Pass me the bottle?”
And just like that, they were trading sips of warm apple blood. Neither of them had brought any glasses so they both took swigs straight from the glass.
Eda was happy today.
It was a relief to see her laugh so much. Even when they were together, some days there was a shadow that just wouldn't leave her eyes. It weighed her down.
But today she was free. Throwing her head back as they complained about their classmates from the bardic institute and a professor they swore had it out for them.
“I corrected him once and now he's determined to fail me!”
Eda smirked and shuffled closer. She swung a thigh over their lap and they caught her easily, hands on her hips as she made herself comfortable on top of them.
Her dress fluttered and pooled around them, yards of pleated fabric fading into the tall grass and gathering around their waist. It rode up on her thighs, exposing freckled knees as she settled.
Beautiful. So, so beautiful.
“It's cuz he knows you're brilliant,” she told them proudly. “You're a total prodigy. Teachers hate that. Makes them feel obsolete.”
They wrinkled their nose.
“I'm not a prodigy. I just like what I do.”
“You're brilliant,” Eda insisted. “No one can play like you play. I could watch you for hours.”
Raine huffed and craned their neck to give her a kiss.
“You're the only one I ever want to watch me,” they mumbled against her lips.
Eda shivered.
Her straps were falling off her shoulders, dress slipping down the curve of her breasts.
The sunlight lit her up from this angle. Made her hair look like waves of fire and brought a new glow to her skin and reflected in her eyes as she smiled down at them.
Eda grinned, slipping her arms around their shoulders.
“D’you wanna hear a secret?”
“What, Calamity?” They asked, amused.
She toyed with one of her fallen straps and surveyed them with twinkling eyes.
“You see this dress?”
Raine laughed.
“Obviously.”
They stole a quick kiss with a dreamy smile.
“You look wonderful, by the way.”
E Eda giggled.
She leaned down.
Her lips brushed their ear.
“I'm not wearing anything underneath.” she whispered.
Their hands tightened on her hips.
Raine's mouth felt bone dry and they risked a thick swallow.
“Well,” they coughed. “You do hate the heat. It makes sense that less layers would be more… comfortable.”
Eda narrowed her eyes and settled more firmly on their lap. They were suddenly painfully aware of the miles and miles of bare skin before them. Of the pale thighs straddling their hips.
She leaned forward, closing any possible space between them, soft breasts against their chest. She bit her lip, worrying it beneath her gold fang.
“Rainestorm,” she purred. “We're alone, we're on a date, and I'm not wearing any underwear.”
They inhaled sharply.
“Is that supposed to be a hint?”
She pulled back slightly.
“You aren't interested.”
It wasn't a question.
Panic flaired in their chest.
“No! I mean yes! I mean-”
They surged up to kiss her again.
“You look amazing,” They insisted. “I'm very interested.”
She frowned.
“But?”
“But nothing. I just-”
They blushed.
“I just never want to be… presumptuous.”
Eda snorted.
“That's adorable babe, but rest assured if I'm within six feet of you, I'm wet as hell. Every time.”
They yelped, face heating up all the way to their ears.
“Eda!”
“It's true!” She cried. “It's pretty damn frustrating actually.”
In spite of themself, they grinned.
“Yeah?”
She groaned and slouched forward to rest her head on their shoulder.
“Yes. Titan, Raine, I knew you going to bard school meant we'd be having less sex, but fuck , I didn't think it'd be so hard to cope on my own.”
They could feel her pouting against their neck.
“You spoiled me,” she accused. “How the hell am I supposed to get off alone when I know what your tongue feels like? Or your hands. Fuck I really, really like your hands.”
Raine smirked and nosed at her neck.
“Tell me more.”
She huffed.
“I can't stop thinking about you,”
They grazed their teeth over her pulse.
“There's too much time between our dates. I start having these dreams…”
They rubbed her hip and nip at her jaw when she starts to trail off.
“About what,” they demand.
Finally, they see a bit of pink rise to their girlfriend's sharp cheekbones.
“Being under you,” she admitted quietly.
Raine groaned against her pulse.
Their trousers felt painfully tight.
Eda’s pulse sped up. She pulled away briefly, then settled again, one hand tangling into the hair at the nape of their neck and the other brushing their ear, playing with their earring.
Their next kiss was different. Hotter and heavier. Weighed down with emotion and a touch of something suggestive. The press of their lips tasted like spices and apples and something a bit metallic.
Eda's gold fang grazed their lower lip, nicking the soft flesh. They moaned and nipped back. Their hands moved of their own accord, dragging across Eda's body. She arched her back in turn, sighing when they found her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh, feeling her nipples pebble through fabric.
It was almost physically painful to break away, even briefly, but they both needed air at some point. Their foreheads pressed together, still so close they shared breaths. Eda's eyes were blown and dark like molten gold.
A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Raine longed to lick it off her neck where it settled around the chords and ligaments of her throat.
Raine recovered faster, having excellent lung capacity, but they waited all the same, for Eda to make the first move. A lesson hard learned, that it wouldn't do to push her too far. She loved kissing them, and always forgot her own limits.
They still remembered the one time they'd forgotten. Eda didn't have years of practice on wind instruments, obviously, but she was so determined to meet them at their level, constantly. She'd passed out in the middle of making out under the school bleachers. No matter what Eda said to the contrary, a repeat incident wasn't worth it.
When Eda dove back in, they met her eagerly. They sought out a sensitive spot on her jaw that made her squeak when they grazed their fangs over it. She bucked her hips and oh, titan, that felt good. Amazing.
They're hyper aware of Eda’s body heat seeping into theirs, and she's so solid and pliant in their arms. They love the way she sounds, how every little touch makes her moan for them because she's so sensitive .
She shifted her hips slightly, looking for a better position, for the perfect angle to-
“Oh, holy Titan,” Eda groaned as she ground against their hip. She shifted and rotated, biting her lip.
“H-have I told you lately that I love your pants?” She huffed, eyes fluttering.”
They chuckled and cupped her ass, pulling her tighter against them. Their arousals aligned and Eda whimpered. She was no doubt soaked and absolutely ruining their trousers, but they couldn't care less when they could feel her against their hard-on like that.
“I take it you're a fan of corduroy?” They asked smugly.
“Mmm,” she agreed, tilting her head back to give them better access to her throat. “S-got a…a nice texture.”
They could watch her all day, especially like this. Steadily falling apart in their arms, making the prettiest noises just for them.
Raine marked a path down Eda's neck with their teeth, unable to tamper the possessive part of them that was displeased that they'd waited so long between dates to cover her in hickeys again.
It wasn't their finest quality, but their girlfriend was stunning and alluring and their fangs itched constantly to keep her covered in this physical evidence that she was theirs. She chose them.
Eda whined and pushed their face against her collar eagerly.
“Oh, that feels- mmn- feels good,” she sighed.
They slid a hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up to access more soft skin.
“Yeah? You like that?”
“So much, babe,” she gasped, rolling her hips in tight circles, chasing the sweet friction of their body against hers.
They slid their hand further up, under her dress, teasing their fingers along the crease of her inner thigh.
“Rainestorm-”
She palmed their hard length through their pants, trembling fingers scrabbling at the buttons and zipper separating her from them.
“Babe,” she moaned. “Can we- please-”
“Yes,” They agreed hastily.
They scrambled to help her get their pants open.
In the process, however, they lost their balance. Their back hit the grass. Eda's legs tightened around their waist to keep from losing her purchase.
Raine yelped but recovered quickly, propping themself up on one elbow and smoothly popping their pants open with the other.
Eda pulled their cock from the confines of their underclothes and wasted no time curling her fingers around their length, pumping them from half mast to full hardness.
Raine groaned helplessly, head falling back.
“Eda,” they croaked. “Eda, fuck.”
“I need it hard, Rainestorm,” she panted. Her hips bucked out, soaked cunt rubbing against the base of their cock. “Fuck, I need it so hard babe.”
“Do it,” they spurred her on, lurching up to steal a messy, frenzied kiss. “Go ahead, Calamity. Take from me, take it all-”
They moaned softly. The feeling of her cunt against their length was more than they could handle. She was so soft and warm and wet-
And then she was bracing herself on their shoulders and rearing up, lining herself up to their head.
Titan, she was tight. Hot and tight and a vision above them, jaw slack, eyes blown, whimpering as she slid down on them.
Raine pushed her dress up to watch, to see the way her cunt split wide around their length as she slowly took them deeper.
“Holy shit,” they panted. “S-should’ve prepped you first- fuck you're so tight, Calamity.”
She shook her head quickly, stray hairs sticking to her sweaty brow.
“No- it-it’s good, babe, it's so good-I feel so good-”
Her eyes fluttered and her legs shook as she slid down a couple more inches.
They dropped her skirt in favor of rubbing their hands over her thighs, hips, up her stomach and over her ribs. Commiting the shape of her to heart, drinking in the sight of her, flushed and wanton on top of them as she used their body to satisfy her need.
When she bottomed out, they both paused, panting heavily.
The sun beat down on them through the meager shade of the wither tree. A breeze swept through in the silence, hot wind tugging its white petals loose, falling in a shower around them. A symbol of an age old proverb.
Nothing lasts forever.
But oh, it was beautiful.
Eda swallowed thickly and rolled her hips. They both moaned softly.
Raine's hands found a place to rest on her hips. Aiding her in setting a pace and keeping her steady.
On days like this, when Eda set the pace, it was dizzying. She bounced hard and fast on their cock, swiveling her hips on every downward thrust to rub her clit against their length.
Eda was loud, unapologetically so. She whimpered, she whined, she moaned and cursed.
She felt every little touch so strongly and she craved every bit of it that she could get.
Likewise, Raine craved her. Just her. Eda. In every possible way they could have her.
She leaned down to take their lips messily as she rode them. They met her eagerly, nipping at swollen lips, trading dizzy half breaths when the need was too great.
They slipped a hand under her skirt and found her clit with practiced ease. Their fingers pressed against her hip hard enough to bruise while they thumbed her swollen nub in sharp flicks.
When Eda came, her sharp cry was a note in their favorite song, a ballad of her profound pleasure that sent them over the edge with her.
“Eda,” they cried. “Eda, Eda.”
I love you.
I need you.
You're the only one I ever want to watch me.
“Raine,” she sighed back, slumping forward to lay on top of them.
They brought their clean hand up to card through her hair.
They wanted to tell her so many things in that moment, staring at her flushed, sweaty face, warm from the sun and satisfaction. But it was easier to let the quiet drag out while Eda caught her breath.
“You're amazing,” she said dreamily. “I'm never waiting a whole week to have sex with you again.”
They laughed.
“Should I leave my dorm window unlocked at night?”
“Doesn't matter,” she scoffed. “A dinky little lock ain't gonna keep me away from you, babe.”
“Stalker,” they teased.
“Dingus,” she shot back.
Then, more sincerely,
“...I missed you.”
They buried their nose in her hair, breathing in the scent of flowers and earth.
“Me too.”
They fell back into silence, more loaded than the last. Not an unpleasant one, merely filled with all the little things that went without saying.
Eda buried her face in their neck and tangled their legs together and Raine couldn't, for the life of them, imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
Nothing lasts forever.
The wither tree creaked, petals drifting in the breeze.
Its branches the only witness to the two lovers beneath, resting on their hill for a brief eternity.