A Drifteris fanfic I spent all day on... intimate, tender, and full of trust 🌕🐀 Hope y'all like it! Please upvote and comment as well! A soft tap at the door tore Eris from her thoughts. She looked up from the countless papers scattered across her table. The room was dark, the only light coming from a few scattered candles and the faint glow of the moon shining in from the window. The door opened before Eris had even attempted to get up, only getting so far as to scoot her chair in the direction of the door before the Drifter stepped inside. “Drifter?” Eris called out, her voice low and scratchy from lack of sleep. “Hey, Eris…” he greeted her gently, closing the door and stepping towards her. “What're you doin’ up?” “I may ask you the same thing.” She returned. “Along with the demand of why you are in my apartment with no invitation.” “Fair enough,” he laughed. “If I'm bein' honest… I was havin’ a hard time sleepin’, and something in me just felt like I oughta pay you a visit, see how your holdin' up.” “How did you know I would still be awake?” He shrugged. “Dunno. Just had a feeling.” “Hmm… intuition? Or perhaps happenstance?” She speculated. “Heh, well, either way it was right.” He dropped to his knees at the foot of her chair. “Why are you still up working instead of taking some much deserved time to rest?” Eris's gaze moved from the Drifter's caring face, to the messy table beside them. Her eyes glazed over the books and papers scattered across the surface. “I suppose I too found sleep far from me this night.” She eventually replied, still staring at the table. A moment of silence passed, then she felt it. A touch. A squeeze. Soft. Comforting. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down, and there it was, the Drifter's palm resting on her thigh, his gaze locked on her face. “I'm here, Eris.” He murmured, his voice raw with honesty. “Thank you.” She breathed out. For a moment they sat like that, silence surrounding them as the Drifter gently stroked her, starting at the inner thigh then working outward. Then slowly making his way back in. Then back out. He was aware of how vulnerable this whole situation was, how delicate it was meant to be treated. The Drifter hesitated, his gaze flicking upward and searching her expression, asking a question without words. He sucked in a deep breath and leaned in, and then- a kiss. The gentle press of his lips to the inner portion of her thigh. Soft. Delicate. Vulnerable. Eris stiffened, shocked- she wasn't used to this- being touched like this, being kissed like this, being loved the way he loves her. Trusted the way he trusts her. She stopped herself from pushing away, from ending a moment that she both desperately wished for, and was terrified to pursue in. She wants this. She needs this. Eris inhaled sharply, barely audible, but the Drifter noticed. He froze momentarily, but when she didn't push him away, he continued. His lips brushed against the soft fabric, the warmth of her skin seeping through the delicate barrier. He hummed quietly, inhaling a shaky breath through his nose as his lips traced across the most tender spots of her thighs, each touch full of reverence and trust. Eris exhaled softly, the tension in her shoulders and thighs melting away. Her legs shifted- a quiet surrender, a silent acknowledgement of trust. She hadn't realized how rigidly she had been holding herself- how much she had been resisting the softness of touch. But now, in this moment, it was all she wanted- the pressure of his lips against her thighs, the steady grip of his hands, each kiss steeped in trust and understanding. This was all she wanted. When the Drifter finally stopped, he didn't pull away. Instead, he rested his forehead against her thigh, an acknowledgment of trust. Eris exhaled softly, threading her fingers through his hair, taking in the warmth and the quiet intimacy of the moment. She had not expected her night to go this way. She had never expected to be touched and kissed in such a vulnerable location, and to have willingly allowed it. But she did, and now she was smiling down at the man she loved most, nestled against her, his hands resting gently on her hips. In his presence she felt cherished. She felt trusted. She felt true joy. She traced her fingers down his arms, across his shoulders. She leaned forward, her body enveloping his, holding him close, grounding him in her warmth. His fingers traced slow, adoring patterns along her hamstrings. And so they remained- wrapped in gentle warmth, in quiet understanding, and in the mutual trust they shared with one another.