“I’ve missed this,” Arati said, the setting sun reflecting in her dark eyes.
“The view? You said you came here all the time?”
“The company,” she smiled, inclining her head. “You.”
She gently wrapped her scaled fingers around Ziyal’s softer ones and squeezed them.
“Being with someone whose hand I don’t want to let go off.”
Ziyal smiled, her neckridges blushing a gentle shade of purple.
“It’s really nice,” she agreed softly.
“The view?” Arati’s right eyeridge lifted teasingly, spawning a giggle from her mate.
“You.”
//based on a prompt ask by @telltaleclerk that I received while ago. I almost forgot this in my drafts. Had bigger plans for it and might expand on it when I feel inspired.
I don’t know who Arati is, but my chips are all in.
