Ardbert kisses Staria like he’ll never see her again. It’s overwhelming and needy: the warmth of his newfound body, all height and fat and muscle against her much smaller frame. She gasps when her back hits the wall, surprised, and whimpers when he licks into her mouth. Staria can’t help tilting her head to the side, letting Ardbert in deeper as he moans in satisfaction. When he finally pulls away, Ardbert rests his hands on the small of Deepstaria’s back, his breathing heavy and mouth a mess of her pink-purple lipstick. Staria figures her own face is much the same. She barely registers how flush his cheeks are when he shoves his face into her neck and makes a noise of embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, nuzzling into her skin, “I don’t know what came over me… I just wanted to- I missed you, and—“ Staria giggles, and puts a hand in his hair, scratching gentle patterns into his scalp. “Don’t apologize,” she tells him, smiling. “It’s been a long day.” Ardbert presses a gentle kiss on her shoulder, the scruff on his chin tickling her collarbone, and takes a deep breath before — reluctantly — pulling away. “And it’ll be longer still,” Ardbert says, solemn for just a moment. “But I’ll be seeing you later?” His eyes twinkle when Staria looks back at him, his hands coming to sit at her hips, squeezing gently.
Ardbert, she figured, had always been a physically affectionate person. He’d clung to her that first night he’d gotten his body back, in awe of being able to touch and feel her against him. To finally be solid after years… they were not the same circumstances, but Staria understood how he felt. Even now, long after he’d been returned to a tangible form, he held the fear that it would all slip away from him. They were long past the nights when Ardbert would struggle to sleep, waking in a panicked daze, but still — some days were harder than others. Deepstaria was proud of how far they’ve come, but they had a long way to go, and she would be with Ardbert to help ground him every step of the way. She caresses his stubbled chin and playfully rubs at the smeared lipstick with a thumb. He leans into the touch with a sigh, and Staria grins wider. “Of course you will,” she says “but you ought to clean this off. The crew will be scandalized.” Ardbert scoffs. “Don’t know about that, Starlight. Gale and his little voidsent partner have done worse.” He moves closer, his mouth next to one of her horns. “And after all. I thought you liked when I was covered in your—“ There’s a cough from…somewhere, and Ardbert backs off just when Staria’s eyes widen, arm raised to push him away. Her face grows hot when she sees Lima down the hall with his hands on his hips, face full of amusement. “L-Lima!” Staria stammers. “What are you..?” “Was going to ask if you wanted to come with Jor and I to the markets but,” Lima looks from Staria to Ardbert and doesn’t even try to hide his smirk. “It looks like you’re busy! I suppose we can just go on our own! Have fun, you two!” He turns on his heel Staria stares at him, mouth agape, before finally snapping out of it and chasing after him, calling his name and begging him not to tease her. Ardbert watches her go, chuckling to himself. He wipes the lipstick off with his sleeve eventually—but doesn’t bother trying to hide the pink-purple stain
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