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Then he remembered.  He had come prepared to sing to her tonight.  To woo her with his words.

“Moonflower,” he began to sing into her ear as he bent his head near hers, “glowing in the night.  Your power burns ever so bright.”

She lifted her head and turned her countenance towards his.  Then she reached up, and her fingers found his face.  They began to slide over his cheek.  Then down across his lips.  They silenced his song as they slowed in their perusal of his mouth.  As though she was trying to memorize his countenance, the pads of her fingers slipped over each of his features slowly.  Was she using her ability to feel to translate a picture of his face onto her mind’s eye?

His skin was soft as her fingertips slid across his cheek.  This touch shook a memory deep within her soul.  Perhaps she’d been sliding her fingers across her eomma’s cheek as she’d carried a wee Moonflower about with her?  Or was it her appa’s skin of which Yoongi’s forcibly reminded her?

Her finger slid across his mouth next.  His lips felt smooth under the pads of her fingers.  She slid her index finger back along the bow of his mouth.  What sweet melodies would those lips play upon her own if she gave him the chance to taste her kiss?  She sighed inwardly and pressed on.  Leaving those luscious lips behind.

He watched as tear after tear slid down her cheeks and fell to splash onto his shirt.  Her thumb brushed across the wide swath of his nose before tracing its length up to the space between his eyes.  Then her thumb brushed downward tentatively to touch his wounded cheek.  She was surprised, and disappointed, when her digit slid into a bandage.  Something had been stuck to his skin to hide it from the sun and the air.  

She frowned.  Then she moved her hand to the other side of his nose so she could enjoy the silky skin under his eye on his uninjured cheek.  Slowly, she lifted her thumb and brushed his eyelashes as her skin slid along his lower eyelid.  Her touch tickled him in that delicate spot.  Involuntarily, he closed his eye.  She felt his eyelashes brush her thumb as he did so.  So she slid the pad of her thumb across his eyelid.

He’d never felt so vulnerable in his whole life.  He knew that he was allowing her to touch a very fragile part of his face.  A skilled man could instantly blind another where Yoongi was allowing her thumb to tenderly travel.  But he discovered that he wanted to make himself vulnerable to her. 

Still, he was shocked a moment later when he felt the brush of her lips across his eyelid.  She robbed him of his breath for a moment.  Then her fingers slid upward over the bridge of his nose and across the arch of his eyebrow.  Finally, she slid all of her fingers across his forehead and into his hair.  

She was surprised.  His hair was short.  Just a few inches long.  And so soft.

“They told me you had long, blond hair that you wear in a topknot,” she whispered, her breath caressing his cheek.

He smiled.  “No.  My hair is short and black.  I wear a wig at court.”

She frowned.  All this time she’d been imagining him wrong.  

“They lied to me.  I hate it when people lie.  All this time, I’ve had the wrong picture of you in my head.”

“It’s all right.”

She was still running her fingers through his hair.  She smiled suddenly.  “It’s so soft.”  Then she leaned towards him and buried her face in his hair.  “I was right,” she whispered into his ear a moment later.

“What?” he murmured as his arms continued to embrace her.  He could feel his heart bending towards her as she touched him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Not half as lovely as you are.”  The words flowed with ease from his lips.  Because they were the truth.

She began to withdraw from him.  She disliked compliments; he could tell.  He followed her and began to sing to her again.  Instantly, she stilled.  He smiled as the words he’d dreamed up last night flowed in an effortless cascade from his heart to hers.

“Moonflower, glowing in the night.

Your power burns ever so bright.

Moonflower, love with all your might.

You shower me with your delight.”

His low voice slid along her nerves awakening them with the delight of which he sang.  Yet simultaneously wooing them to rest.  If his warm voice were a steamy bath, she would gladly immerse herself in it.  She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder as his mellow voice continued to pursue her, slipping into her ear.

“I’m mesmerized by your light within.

I delight in the scent of your skin.

Would you love me, dear, and let me in?

Would you this once let me your heart win?

“Moonflower, blowing ‘cross my soul.

Your sweet breath flows to make me whole.

Moonflower, how I drink you in.

Your sweet tones flow to draw me in.

“Captivate with the smile on your face.

Anticipate how you’ll make my heart race.

Would you touch me, sweet, and make me know

With your lips that you are mine alone?”

Then he began to hum in her ear a tiny interlude before the words of a chorus flowed from those precious doors of his heart.

“Moonflower,

You’re brighter than the sunflower.

Moonflower,

You’re the hidden source of my power.

“Under the gentle rays 

Of the sun’s ‘flected face,

You glow so white tonight,

You make my heart so bright.

“Moonflower,

Displayed on this gentle bower.

Moonflower,

Would you please be my strong tower?

“Under the gentle rays 

Of the sun’s ‘flected face,

You glow so white tonight,

You make my heart so bright.

“Moonflower,

You are the light of my life.

Moonflower,

You shine so bright in my life.

Moonflower,

You are what’s right in my life.

Moonflower,

You’re why I fight for my life.

Tonight.

Tonight.”

That lovely voice box began to rumble an interlude again.  She had the feeling there was more to this mesmerizing song, but she couldn’t wait another moment.  She had to taste the lips that had released such beautiful words, such a captivating melody, into her heart.

She lifted her head and turned her face until she could feel the vibration of his lips against her own.  She pressed her mouth against his.  A little off-center.  But Yoongi paid her mistake no mind, instantly righting her wrong to cover her lips with his own as his heart soared towards the heavens.  She was fainting inwardly at the sweet touch of his soft lips against her own.  

Is this what a kiss felt like?  Always?  Such an exultant state of pure joy?  She felt like her soul was kissing his too.  Not just the joining of two mouths.  But the intertwining of two hearts.

His arms cradled her gently.  Yet drew her nearer during that kiss.  Yoongi lost himself in her lips for a few moments.  This was his first kiss.  He had never even stolen one from any of the girls in the village whose heads had been turned because he was born a prince.  He had wanted to give his first kiss to someone special.  And now his heart had finally found her.  So he indulged his delight in her.  

It had been worth the wait.  That’s what Moonflower was realizing.  Saving her first kiss for the right man had been worth it.  She’d evaded several grasping hands and been kissed numerous times on her cheeks, but she had never allowed any man her lips before tonight.  Yoongi was the right one.  A man whose heart had written her such a beautiful song.  His lips were worthy of her own.

After a few fleeting, blissful moments, Yoongi backed away to draw a breath of air.  She took advantage of the moment to breathe too.  Then he leaned forward and rubbed his nose along her hair.  He opened his mouth and continued the song he’d written for her as he lay, sleepless, in his bed in the wee hours of the morning after he’d slashed his face on a rake.

“Moonflower, let me hold you close.

The hour passed before you chose.

Moonflower, what can we now do?

So sour, all my time without you.

“I’m caught between your smile and your eyes.

Your sweet lips speak only truth, never lies.

Would you hold me, dear, and let me win?

Would you kiss me too and let me in?

“Moonflower, breeze into my life.

Your sweet self makes me laugh and sigh.

Moonflower, your essence like snow.

Pure refreshment, pristine, you glow.  

“Gravitate, my thoughts before you kneel.

Celebrate how you still make me feel.

Would you reach for me in the dark night?

Would you lend me your face for a light?

“Moonflower,

You’re brighter than the sunflower.

Moonflower,

You’re the hidden source of my power.

“Under the gentle rays 

Of the sun’s ‘flected face,

You glow so white tonight,

You make my heart so bright.

“Moonflower,

Displayed on this gentle bower.

Moonflower,

Would you please be my strong tower?

“Under the gentle rays 

Of the sun’s ‘flected face,

You glow so white tonight,

You make my heart so bright.

“Moonflower,

You are the light of my life.

Moonflower,

You shine so bright in my life.

Moonflower,

You are what’s right in my life.

Moonflower,

You’re why I fight for my life.

Tonight.

Tonight.”

He hummed a few more bars into her ear before his lips planted a kiss on her lobe.  Then he fell silent.  They sat, quiet, there together, under the bright light of the moon as the moonflowers opened their faces to its glow.