Phouka

[winter_wisp]

Winter's colour was slowly returning to him, and his wings were still weak, but were starting to shine once more. He slept often, and for long stretches of time, but it was clear he was slowly mending.

...It was also clear that being kept inside was driving the little pixie mad. He craved sunlight and the kiss of the moon, and he'd taken to spending much of his time pressed against the window looking sad. More so today than ever, since Willy and Fin were out and about. Something to do with Fin's 'work', that was all he'd been told, and he'd blown a raspberry at their backs as the pair had left, then wasted the morning gazing out the window.

"Phouka," he said, whining just a little. "I am bored- The mortal's home is so dull. Give me my potion so I will be tall, and we can go and have hot chocolate in the park," he grinned.

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[phouka]

The Phouka opened the packet and crumbled the crackers into his palm, then held it out in offering. The bird happily pecked away, eating every morsel.

"He is very pretty," Phouka said. "It pains me that mortals put beautiful creatures like this in cages for their pleasure. They should be free, do you not agree?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter's smile faded away, and he nodded a little.

"Everyone should be free," he said softly. "Being caged, having your wings clipped... I would wish that on no creature. It is like having the whole world taken from you."

[phouka]

"You know this so well...such a pity," Phouka said. "But it will not happen again. The wizard has perished and you are free. And soon enough you shall be well and whole, primrose. Trust to hope."

[winter_wisp]

Winter smiled softly at that, then nodded.

The dove finished its meal, than sang a song of thanks before taking off- Free to go where it pleased.

"I am growing tired, Phouka," Winter admitted. "Lately I feel like a music box that can not be wound, always running slow and warping the tune."

[phouka]

"Drained as you are, this news does not surprise me," he replied, leading Winter to a frosty hillside that went to the edge of a pond. A bridge crossed over the water and there was a space beneath it.

"Come, just in here," he said- and as they ducked and went under the bridge the aid quivered and they emerged from the mirror in the fae prince's cottage. From there they could easily make a trip to Fin's flat but Phouka thought perhaps Winter should rest first.

"You should settle into the bed and rest," he said. "We can join our friends when you've rebounded a bit."

[winter_wisp]

Winter nodded, shedding his coat and shoes, then smiling.

"Will you join me, Phouka? We can lay together," he chirped happily. "I enjoy sharing the bed with Willy, when he is home- I'm certain we can do the same."

[phouka]

Phouka was not tired, not in the least, but he could see Winter needed the comfort and contact. He nodded and simply passed his hand over his form causing his winter apparel to become soft flannel bottoms and a form fitting A-shirt.

Then he attended to the bed, fluffing the blankets and pillows and infusing them with the sweet scent of lavender.

[winter_wisp]

Stripping down to his underclothes, Winter climbed into the soft and familiar bed. It was so warm and inviting, and soon he was curled up against Phouka, has arms around him as he held on and settled against him.

"I am glad to have met you, Phouka. I am glad we are friends now."

[phouka]

Phouka was warm- much warmer than a man- and his arms were strong and solid. When he held Winter it was easy to feel that nothing bad could harm the little pixie.

"I am honoured to be your guardian," he said softly. "You are the loveliest charge I have ever had."

[winter_wisp]

Winter was nearly glowing, a tiny bit of his magic returning to him as he leaned in and kissed Phouka- Not on the cheek, but on the lips.

Startled by his own behaviour, the pixie gasped and pulled back.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have simply kissed you, that was very... Oh no. I am sorry, Phouka."

[phouka]

"You need not be sorry, primrose. Your kiss is sweet...and quite welcome," the Phouka replied softly. But he only continued to hold Winter gently, his arms loose enough that the little one didn't feel trapped. He didn't push for any more affection, either. No more than Winter was willing to give.

"I am only sorry you did not linger long enough for me to kiss you in return," he said then.

[winter_wisp]

Winter had only ever been kissed by one person, Aspid, and those kisses had never been sweet. They had been bitter and tainted, and Winter had no idea if he ever wanted to be kissed again.

But there was Phouka, so close and so warm... The little pixie had never been in a place to discover hormones or lust- And so what bubbled around in side of him now was just confusing and a touch alarming to him.

He lay very still for a moment, confused and conflicted- Then leaned in suddenly to kiss Phouka again.

[phouka]

For a moment the Phouka didn't move, only let Winter explore at his own pace. But the kiss lingered on and he found his eyes slipping closed and his lips tensing to kiss the pixie back. He was slow and sweet himself, the taste of chocolate clinging to him, underscored by vanilla and cinnamon.

Phouka hummed softly, smiling against Winter's kiss.

"I could easily spend a whole afternoon learning the taste of your mouth," he said happily.

[winter_wisp]

Winter blushed, letting the kiss linger a moment longer, then ducking his head and hiding his face in the crook of Phouka's neck.

His heart was fluttering in a wonderful way, and he was smiling, even though it couldn't be seen.

[phouka]

Phouka drew lines on Winter's back, tracing the shape of the root of his wings where the skin was so terribly sensitive. He was happy to touch and to be touched, but he had spoken to the prince and knew a bit of Winter's history. He knew of Aspid and the wizard's lecherous tendencies. And it was that knowledge that kept him from imposing his own desire on the young fairy.

"Such a treat to share your bed," he murmured softly.

[winter_wisp]

"You are kind, Phouka," Winter smiled, practically purring under the touch.

"You are so warm, and smell so sweet," he added, pressing a curious kiss to his shoulder.

[phouka]

"You have leave to explore all you like, primrose. I would very much like to feel your lips and fingers. I would very much like to have you happy as it is possible to be," he said, his voice softer and deeper with need as Winter's lips found a most sensitive part of him.

[winter_wisp]

Kissing him again, Winter's hands moved cautiously over his torso, growing slower and slower as his energy dwindled.

He didn't mean to, but the pixie soon drifted off- Half atop Phouka as he cooed softly in his sleep.

[phouka]

Phouka enjoyed every kiss and every touch and when Winter drifted off he was quite content with the weight of the little pixie on him. He wasn't certain how long the potion would last but felt it did not matter over-much. Once Winter had rested they would return to Finlay's, regardless of the pixie's size. Once they were back he could always have another dram to make him large.

Phouka wasn't particularly tired but he closed his eyes. He huffed and sighed and groaned softly, then drifted off as well, catching sleep when he could.

[winter_wisp]

Winter slept hard, returning to his usual height as he rested, and waking to find himself curled up on Phouka's chest.

He stretched, then yawned loudly as he got to his feet to look at the other creature.

"Hello," he chirped, blushing a bit as he remembered- Well, the kissing.

[phouka]

"Hello, little master," Phouka said with a smile without opening his eyes. He was awake but kept his lids shut against the light of the evening that crept in through the cottage windows.

"Did you sleep well in your familiar bed?" he asked.

[winter_wisp]

"Yes," the pixie chirped, walking up Phouka's chest, then bouncing a little.

"Wake up, Phouka! Wake up," he laughed. "I demand your attention- and another sweet kiss," he added in a hushed whisper.

[phouka]

He opened then, his black eyes shining as he smiled.

"You are most demanding," he chuckled. "Come then and kiss me and see if I am as sweet as before."

[winter_wisp]

Small though he was, Winter climbed a little until he could lean over and kiss the corner of Phouka's lips.

"Yes, still sweet," he smiled. "I m too small to kiss you properly though. Far too small."

[phouka]

The Phouka only smiled at that for the longest moment. Then he lifted Winter up and set him on the pillow.

"Perhaps it is I that is too big," he said, then he began to shrink. Smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the pile of blankets. The Phouka laughed as he tried to fight his way out, meaning to find Winter where he'd left him on the pillow.

"I am not usually smaller than...well, my dog form. Which is not all that small, I now realize."