Enchanted Fruit (p)

Cypress took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was enjoying this closeness with Iain that he could barely contain himself. "Don't be afraid to move your hands down further on my waist." He told him in a whisper. "I won't hit you or anything."

Cypress raised his head from Iain's shoulder and shrugged his shoulders. "That's a good question. It all started with cookies." He smiled and ran a hand through Iain's hair. It was so soft and so unlike his own. "Your hair is different than mine. My hair is just...wirery." He laughed a bit and looked away with a smile on his face.

The son of Demeter smiled and nodded his head. "I like the way it feels in my hands." He continued to run his dark fingers through Iain's hair before giving up and placing his hands on his chest. Gods, he liked his chest. That was one of the favorite parts of Iain's body aside from those hazel eyes and soft lips.

Cypress blushed some and looked into Iain's eyes. "Aw, I want to know more about you too, Iain. I want to know the things that matter to you." He smiled and pecked his lips.

Cypress blushed more and turned his face away from Iain's. he couldn't believe that Iain said that. Only two people that matter to son of Hecate was Muir and him. "Aw, Iain..." He turned his face back to Iain and pecked his cheek. "You're amazing, Iain." He got off his lap and instead, rested his head in Iain's lap and closed his eyes. "Can you speak in Gaelic for me?"

 Cypress closed his eyes and listened to Iain speak in his native tongue. Gods, it was so natural and beautiful. "I have no idea what you just said, but it was amazing." He shrugged his shoulders and kissed his upper thigh. "Can you say some more things? For me?"

Cypress listened to him speak and closed his eyes. He wished that he could translate what he was saying, but unfortunately he couldn't. Unless...Cypress knew what he had to do in order to connect with Iain more. "...What did you say? I want to know." He turned over so that he was on his back with his head still in his lap. "Please? With hazel eyed Hecate boys on top." He joked with a grin.

Cypress chewed on his bottom lip before deciding that it was best to let Iain keep his thoughts to himself. He sat up and took an apple off of the low hanging branch and laid back down. "Did you know that apples stand for health and wisdom?"

Cypress smiled. "Yeah, there really important which is why apples are always seen as a symbol of health." He explained, then shrugged his shoulders. "It's amazing."

"Aw, thanks, Iain!" Cypress sat up and wrapped his arms around Iain's neck, peppering kisses along his cheek and the side of his neck. The son of Demeter then nuzzled his face in Iain's cheek before breaking away and putting the apple in the basket. He could feel his stomach rumble, remembering that he forgot to eat his own sandwich. "Iain, can you show me some of your magic, please? I love watching you perform it."

Cypress thought about it while he took a large bite out of his sandwich. "Huh, I want to see your pyrokinesis." He said with a smile. He took another bite and swallowed. Damn, he made good sandwiches. "Wait, no! Uh, show me your...oh! Conjure something up!"

Cypress gasped and took the roses from Iain. "They're beautiful." He had an idea and sat down the roses on the picnic table. Taking in a deep breath, he felt a churn in his stomach and suddenly, the roses started to walk around, hoping on their stems. He laughed a bit and watched as they started to hop toward Iain while attempting to crawl on him.

"If you thinks that's cool..." Cypress took in a deep breath and spun around. He stretched out his hands toward the ground and watched as a giant, six foot tall red rose grew. "Ta-da! Plant powers!" Cypress giggled and looked over at Iain. "Well?! What do you think?"