the magic's in the moonlight (p)

Cypress slowly looked at Iain. Biting his lip, he turned his gaze down to his chest, then back up at his chest. "I...I want to kiss you again, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to." The son of Demeter didn't see the roses that were growing behind his back. The African American sat up on is haunches and looked at Iain's studying his lips.

Without a second thought, Cypress leaned forward and connected his lips to Iain's. It felt sparks coursed through his body and he didn't know whether to be afraid of it or to be in love with it. The son of Demeter didn't pull away and instead, rested a hand on his chest.

Cypress moved so that his was straddling Iain's waist. His kisses heated up a bit with him now fully hanging on to Iain's shirt. He didn't want to break away, but he knew that he would have to in order to breath. When Cypress did, he rested his head on Iain's shoulder, his chest quickly raising and falling. "...Wow."

The son of Demeter's heart sank into his chest and he didn't know what was going on. He hoped that no one was around them and if there were, he hoped that it was a camper instead of a fury. Cypress' grip tightened onto shirt and he prayed that nothing bad would happen to them.

Cypress let out a sigh of relief. He was happy that they didn't get caught and even more happy that the demigods weren't harpies. The son of Demeter stared back into Iain's hazel's eyes and without a second thought, connected his lips to the son of Hecate. He took in a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Iain's neck.

Cypress continued kissing him for a minute before breaking away and resting his forehead back on his shoulder. He didn't plan for this to go in the direction that it did, but at the same time, he wasn't going to complain about it. The son of Demeter slowly looked up into Iain's eyes and laughed breathlessly. "That was something, yeah?"

"Me either. All I do know is that it involves you and only you." His panting only seemed to increase. The son of Demeter rubbed the sides of his face and tried his best to keep his heart rate in check. Honestly, it was too hard to slow it down especially with him straddling Iain's lap. "Hm, uh, we, we should go on a date or something?"

Cypress nodded his head up and down, then chuckled a bit. "Um, yeah. We should probably get off of your-- I mean I should get off your lap..." Cypress cleared his throat and got off of Iain. He hoped that he didn't make him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, he knew that Iain had enjoyed what just happened.

"No, no, don't be sorry." He quickly reached up and placed a hand on the side of Iain's face. He studied his hazel eyes before turning to look down at the grass beneath him. "I-I kind of feel it too, but I'm unable to see it? I know it sounds weird, but I'm sure with you, it isn't." The son of Demeter bit his lip and stood up, brushing his knees off. "What else do you want to do?"

Cypress bit his lip. He had honestly forgotten what he had asked Iain to do. "Oh! Really? That's cool." Cypress chuckled nervously and looked at the knife, then at Iain. He was a little frightened by the knife, but knew that Iain wouldn't sacrifice him to his mother or something. The son of Demeter rubbed his arm and gave the Scotsman a small smile. "O-Okay. I trust you."

Cypress thought about it for a bit before nodding his head. "Yes, I...I want to do that. I want to be connected to nature more." The son of Demeter slowly moved so that he was on his lap again. This made him feel safer than just being off to the side. "I'm ready for you. I-I mean your magic." He quickly shook his head while blushing.

"Ah!" Cypress shouted in pain. He quickly shut up so that they wouldn't get caught and instead, gritted his teeth. The pain hurt so much that the grass around him started to turn grown. "I-it hurts, Iain..." He whimpered out in pain. It reminded him of when a son of Ares decided to bully him and put a hot knife to his lower back. Cypress shook his head at the thought of it and tried to pull away from Iain to stop the pain.

Tears streamed down Cypress face even when the knife was no longer on his back. He looked down from Iain's eyes and whimpered in pain still. He was starting to regret this tattoo. The grass around them, however, started to turn from brown to green again. Cypress noticed the change in himself. It was as if he was more so connected to the plants than before. Panting, Cypress slowly crawled off of Iain's lap and sat back on his haunches.