𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝐴𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 × 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑘𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 & 𝐸𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑉𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝐾𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖, 𝑆𝑓𝑤, 𝑈𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 0.4𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 ᡣ𐭩
“Would you mind if I feel it?” You rest your cheek against your knuckles. “Your face, I mean.”
His gaze shifts from the documents in his hands to you, sitting on the plush armchair in his office. Your head is turned to him, yet you can’t see him. You’ve never been able to, but that’s done nothing to hinder the growth and blossoming of your relationship.
You hear a soft hum from him, followed by the rustle of paper and clothes as he stands. He approaches you quietly and carefully before kneeling in front of you, taking your hand in his and gently guiding it to his face.
“Thank you, dear,” you murmur and cup his cheeks with your hands. Your thumbs glide over the pale skin beneath his eyes and down the curved bridge of his nose. You’ve always loved touching and feeling the sharp features of his face, and he’s always allowed it, much to the surprise of his comrades and familiars. He doesn’t hesitate to kneel for you — whether it’s to help slip your heel onto your foot or to simply let you feel his face — whenever and wherever. He may occasionally receive stares and glances, but he simply can’t care less. He doesn’t believe his dignity or honor is being wounded in doing so, but rather only elevated.
But, right now, you’re in the privacy of his office, so you may do as you please for the time being. You continue to feel along his face, running your thumb along his eyelid and dark lashes. He gazes at you fondly as you do so. He knows you can’t see him, and he almost thanks the Lord for that — he wouldn’t be able to admire you in such a way otherwise.
“You’re very handsome,” you speak up all of a sudden, your tone of voice soft.
He quirks an eyebrow at your words. “How would you know?”
“I can tell.” You squish his cheeks gently. “I can tell a lot of things, dear.”
He hums as your hands move to his hair, stroking and ruffling it. He glances at the clock above the door, before gently grasping your wrist. “Alright, that’s enough for now. I have to get these forms filled out by late evening.”
“Oh, so soon?” You murmur, withdrawing your hands with reluctance. He stands straight, but leans down to take your hand and plant a chaste kiss on the back of it.
“Yes, my dear,” he responds. The petname slips out before he can stop it. “So soon.”
⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet , @pinkberryfox
