Noah was contented further by Elann running her hands through his hair. Her voice was even more comforting, how even though it was urging it was soft and he enjoyed it. She said she wanted a kiss, to which he groaned further into her front, both in playful hiding and in the want to take in her scent all the more. He felt her fingers tug on his hair lightly as his hair was twirled, but he remained where he was, face buried, as she informed him about his sister, how she went hunting. He hummed in acknowledgement, feeling somber by the information because he wanted to be hunting with her too.


He turned his attention back to Elann though, letting her fingers in his hair alleviate the feelings of his mind.  “No kisses,” he murmured. “They’re mine.”

He shifted his head, peering up at her through the corner of his eye to see how she would react. It was in play and mischief, he wanted to keep a kiss from her because of how she said they made her feel. It would be fun to play keepaway with her.