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Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-27-2025
Wading through the beach with considerable effort, because the very elegant landing that Charlie pulled off definitely dumped some buckets of sand down his pants, Kaisel finds a spot tucked away enough to leave his bag. He left Charlie's side after unleashing her upon others at the beach, because much as he enjoyed his friend's company, he had a plan to execute.
He sheds most of his attire, thoroughly shaking each one out and making a grand face when the sand seems to just keep coming out of his shoes. He dips his shirt into the sea, the contact bursting into blue neon, and scrubs at some of the debris that pelted him while they flew, a few moth bodies crushed on his goggles. He shoves it all into the backpack, recognizing there'd be no hope of keeping it sand free without an added enchantment, not so long as here remained home (and even then, long after as well).
Through the dark he prowls, hunting down the queen of the beach on her driftwood throne. She's not difficult to find once he reorients himself, surrounded as she is with colored flame and lovely company, hard at work it'd seem. Bidding Spice to stay quiet with a finger held up to his lips, he emerges from the dark behind her in just his boxer briefs. His hands snake out to seize her, one cupping over her eyes and the other attempting to pin around her arms as he hauls her back against his chest. [say]"Excuse me, but I must insist on taking her now,"[/say] he murmurs with a flash of a smile as he attempts to drag her away with him.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-27-2025
Warm laughter spills out of Flora as easily as the cocktail that slips from her hand, crashing down into the sand. Whatever conversation she’d been having scatters like hels startled by a wave, because suddenly there’s a body behind her, solid and familiar, the scent of salt and sweat and something electric clinging to him.
Her first instinct is to jab back an elbow, the muscle-memory flickering through the haze of rum and firelight, but Spice’s mind buzzes giddily across the bond, a telegraphed pulse of mischief that makes Flora hesitate. Then the warmth of Kaisel registers: broad chest, slick with salt, pressing against the back of her slouchy sweater. The faint rasp of his stubble brushes her temple as his arm hooks around her middle, and gods, it’s impossible not to laugh, the sound bright and helpless as his grip hauls her half off balance.
[say]"Sorry!"[/say] she calls out over her shoulder; though whether it’s for the drink sacrificed to the sand or the company she’s abruptly abandoned, even she isn’t sure. Her curls tumble against his shoulder as she twists in his hold, grin curving wide. [say]"You looked like you were having a fun ride, earlier,"[/say] she teases, voice light but her pulse a quick, traitorous flutter beneath his hand.
Because despite the alcohol and the chaos and the heat, there’s a thrill in being stolen; dragged laughing into the dark by someone who feels this alive against her.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-27-2025
Once the dark swallows them up and the crowd is left behind them with a mixture of surprise and wonder, he loosens his grip. The nefarious clutch becomes a lazy drapery of an arm against her waist, uncaring that it makes staggering through the sand more difficult, he'd rather stumble than permit more distance than necessary between them. His gaze glitters bold and smug with as it dips towards her, catching distant firelight to offer the faintest shine. [say]"I almost fell off like ten times. It was great."[/say] A swift laugh follows, his free hand shaking out the lingering tremors of the ride's wind from his mussied hair. [say]"Apologies if you get any complaints come dawn, a few people might have gotten singed at the end there."[/say] Although the look of him doesn't seem sorry in the slightest. She's lucky he's not floating the idea of dragon mounts for the entire army.
He's scarcely aware of the direction of their stride as his look lingers long and insufferably adoring across her. He's only mindful that they cling to the borders, as much to avoid the warm glow of light as to keep her from getting snatched up by any more work, purely pleasant conversation or otherwise. For right now, she's all his, and he means to keep it that way as long as he can manage. [say]"You don't seem like you went without your own fun."[/say] The little blush he'd caught on her cheeks before nabbing her, and the orphaned cocktail speak to as much. She certainly could have been drinking out of survival, but he knows she can conjure fun out of a wet sheet if needed.
[say]"You also look far too clothed for what we're doing next,"[/say] he tuts, fingers curling under the hem of her sweatshirt as they move. [say]"Fortunately I think there's an easy solution for that, don't you?"[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-27-2025
The alcohol swirls like sunlight through her blood; warm, dizzying, a lazy tide that carries her wherever it pleases. Kaisel’s words barely sink in past the hum in her ears and the grin pulling at her mouth. [say]"You almost fell?"[/say] she chides, voice lilting with laughter, the kind of fond exasperation that only makes the reprimand softer. She tuts at him, eyes bright and teasing as she slouches more heavily against his side, her hand slipping around his waist. The other curls across his stomach, palm splayed against the firm warmth of his skin, holding him close as they stumble through the sand together.
When he glances down, she tilts her chin up, catching the faint glint of firelight mirrored in his eyes and returning it with a beam of her own. [say]"Mmh, I was having fun,"[/say] she hums, half dreamy, half devilish. [say]"My friends came down from the Grounds—they’re staying at my place actually. You’ll have to meet them."[/say] Her grin widens, proud and glowing. [say]"They’re friends with your dragon, actually."[/say]
The mention of her being overdressed earns him a laugh that spills out, unsteady and sparkling. The air feels lighter now, fizzy with salt and alcohol and the sense of being young and a little bit reckless and a lot in love. Everything glimmers—the sea foam, the stars, the edge of his smile—as his fingers brush beneath the hem of her sweater, and she feels it like static, like the whole world has leaned closer. Her heart thrums to match it.
[say]"An easy solution, huh?"[/say] she murmurs, flashing him a grin that’s equal parts challenge and invitation, opting not to make the obvious joke about instead wanting to make it hard. Instead, she pivots on her heel, moving backward through the sand, curls tumbling wild around her face as she pulls the sweater over her head in one easy motion. It lands in a careless heap, bikini top glinting faintly where it catches the fire’s reflection.
She stops a few paces ahead, biting at her lower lip as she crooks a finger at him. [say]"Come and do something about it, then."[/say] The view of him through her tipsy haze makes her pulse skip; skin bronzed from sun and sea, muscles defined by years of movement, hair tousled from flight and wind. The boxers don’t leave much to the imagination, and even less to sanity. He looks like every beach-dream she’s ever dared to have: too confident for his own good, wild and alive and burnished in firelight, the kind of beautiful that makes the stars look lazy.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-27-2025
His shoulder rolls in response to the prod of her voice, grin lingering in answer. Almost falling is the key word, and given that dragon riding is a skill he's picked up on the fly, it's the only one that matters to him. He had considered bringing a saddle this time, or some variant of it as a leather strap to help him stay on, but doing so seemed at risk of inspiring Charlie towards bondage for future hang out sessions, and he'd prefer to avoid that entirely. Riding her is already enough trouble.
Warmth blooms the moment her palm fits over his abdomen, his skin always greedy for the feel of her. Slipping from his hopelessly disheveled hair, his hand sprawls over hers, fingers grazing past her wrist as he snugly holds her to his stomach. [say]"Is that so? Well any friend of yours is a friend of mine, I'd love to meet them."[/say] His hand claims the one on his belly entirely now, lifting it for a brief and obnoxiously wet kiss along the tops of her fingers. [say]"These ones aren't ghosts too, are they?"[/say] he wonders, dropping her hand lower again, though still tucking it in his. With both Niki pretending to be one, and Neron her date with the afterlife beau, he's starting to wonder if she has any left among the living or if Remi's connection with Mort has blurred the lines of the realms too thoroughly for her.
Though, friends and spirits don't matter much at all, not for the time being, not when she's flashing him that daring look of hers that undoes every part of him in a breath. He'd chase that look anywhere.
As she turns his arm rises with her for a moment, reluctant to release her, but he looses her into the night with all the intention of reclaiming her before long. Now at least he can fully admire the way she manages to shine, even now, too vibrant and stunning to lose entirely among all the shadows that have crept in. His stride steadies at her absence, no longer wombling with her, and every step forward fills the ones she takes back, a stalking give and take across the beach.
The effortless way she pulls her sweater free quickens his pulse, each moment feeling like the first all over again as his heart lurches into song at the mere sight of her. [say]"See?"[/say] he queries, hunger roughening the end as his attention drips from the bounce of gold around her shoulders to the eager display of her freed chest. [say]"Easy."[/say] Though, plenty about it all will be hard.
When she stops, so does he, head tilting in a lazy consideration that’s entirely feigned as her teeth catch her lip. The tease of her is a thrill all on its own, demanding every shred of restraint to keep him from pouncing right then and there. His gaze drifts over her like sunlight coaxing a bloom—slow, reverent, and shameless. Firelight gilds every curve and contour of her, and though the shadows cling thick, they're not enough to hide the temptation of her body and the radiant way she defies the night. She wears grace and hard-won victory in equal measure, the kind of flower that grows where nothing should, that unfolds in bright splendor just to prove she can.
A grin spreads slow and certain, the kind that says he’s already decided how this ends. [say]"Oh, I mean to do many things about it,"[/say] he murmurs, voice low and threaded with wolfish laughter.
He breaks then, sand spraying underfoot as he lunges for her, hands outstretched. The night erupts with his carefree laughter and the growl of pursuit, a blur of limbs and salt air. Confidence thrums through every stride, certain he’ll seize her, grip swiping to reclaim her waist and drew her to him, even if they both tumble into the sand in the process.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-27-2025
Flora’s laughter rings out across the beach, the sound bright and slightly slurred as she beams up at him. [say]"You’ll love them,"[/say] she insists, curls bouncing as she leans closer, wisely leaving out the part (for now) about how she'd fucked them both individually and together. [say]"And no, they’re not ghosts, they’re Ancients!"[/say] She says it like it’s the punchline to a joke only she gets, eyes alight with the same tipsy warmth that lives in her cheeks.
Firelight flickers behind Kaisel, gilding his shoulders in copper while the surf behind her glows faintly blue, a living halo that paints her skin in shifting light. He looks impossibly good in it, with every line of muscle catching gold and shadow, his grin sharp enough to trip over. The rough scrape of his voice hits something low in her stomach, heat blooming fast and dizzy. It’s in the way he looks at her too, like he’s memorizing her laugh, her breath, the way her hair sticks to her damp skin. Every heartbeat feels a little too loud, a little too alive.
As she pauses, so does he, the space between them pulsing with sound and light. She drags her curls back with both hands, sweeping them off her flushed face; the movement arches her back and lifts her breasts, drawing her body into clean lines that lengthen her torso beneath the low burn of the fire. Her mouth curves, slow and dangerous. [say]"Oh really?"[/say]
Then he’s moving, and so is she. Her laughter breaks free again as she staggers backward through the sand, the world tipping pleasantly off-kilter. She reaches for him even as he reaches for her, the collision inevitable. Her palms find the heat of his shoulders, his back, the slick warmth of his skin beneath her fingers, and then they’re falling, tangled and breathless, the impact softened by the sand and her unbothered joy.
She ends up beneath him, legs stretched out, curls spilling everywhere, the night breathing around them in fire and blue shimmer. His eyes are molten-dark above her, and her pulse trips wild in response, a spark catching deep in her chest. Leaning forward, breath brushing his ear, her voice drops to a whisper edged with wicked delight.
[say]"Wanna see what I can do?"[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-27-2025
Her giggling breaks through the night like a bright peal of lightning, charging the air with the thrum of their feet and the erratic racing of young hearts just beneath it all. Behind them, the ocean roars in electric approval, blue light tumbling like constellations spinning themselves free into this universe of their love. The momentum of the chase sends them rolling into the sand, a wild press of skin against skin. The sound that leaves him is all joy—half-roar, half-laugh—as he cages her beneath him, breathless and grinning wide enough to swallow the surf and all its makeshift stars.
Sand clings to the splay of her curls, mottles their skin in beach freckles, and sparkles in the crease of his smile. For once he doesn't seem to notice it, attention wholly drawn to her, their laughter collapsing into each other’s mouths. In the quiet moment that comes next, where it's only the drag of their ragged breath and the shore's pulse humming behind them, he finds himself caught off guard by the sight of her here in the sand. She's stunning. Once in a lifetime, impossible to describe and do it justice, utterly completes him, stunning.
Her cheeks are flushed with the sprint and spirits, several errant strands of hair bordering the shape of her smile. Her curls frame the rest of her like a crown that only gets bestowed upon those who dare to live, each golden strand that reaches up in chaos proof of it. Her eyes glitter with mischief all the while, sparkling like a dare through the dark, more impressive than any jewel catching sunlight in its angles. He's certain no one has ever looked half as bright and beautiful as she does right now.
For a moment, he's too struck by her to do anything but gawk, each line his eyes trace leaving a sense of boyish awe. It's only as her legs shift around him that he recovers, the reality of the moment returning with an eruption of salt and heat as he bows over her. He presses a kiss just below her collarbone, then another at the hollow of her neck, lips brushing the shimmer of light that clings to her skin from fire and sea. The scent of wind, and smoke, and her perfume greets him, lingering even as he lifts his head.
His smile softens, curiosity folding over the liquid copper that's grown warm in his gaze. [say]"What can you do?"[/say] he asks quietly, a challenge rising there, but one tempered with wonder, as if he already knows the answer is going to ruin him.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-27-2025
Though she’s been kissed on this beach before, nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this. There’s no foolish tumble of youth left in her, no thoughtless glitter that fades when the sun rises. This is something deeper, deliberate in its joy, a thing learned the hard way and savoured now like the last sweet sip at the bottom of a glass. The feel of Kaisel pressed over her is a contradiction she’ll never solve; his body strong and heavy enough to pin her completely, yet somehow she’s never felt more free.
He’s handsome, gods, he’s stunning like this. The firelight turns his skin to gold and molten copper, muscles shifting like something sculpted from salt and moonless sea. Sand clings to his hair, his jaw, the edges of his grin, and still he looks untouchable, radiant and wild and hers. Every inch of him glows with life, from the lines of his throat, the slope of his shoulders, the way his breath shakes with laughter and hunger all at once.
Flora kisses him back with the kind of abandon that feels like flying, fingers tracing up the curve of his spine, into his hair, holding him to her like she might forget how if she ever lets go. Delight melts into devotion; their laughter breaks and reshapes itself in the sound of lips meeting, in the tiny sighs caught between them. When they part, she’s panting against his mouth, smiling like she’s just discovered joy for the first time and it has his name written all over it.
As his lips trail lower, down the slope of her neck, Flora tips her head back and up, baring her throat and the soft rise of her chest. The air catches in her lungs as she stretches toward him, curls brushing the sand, her grin blooming foolishly skyward. The world above them is fire and darkness and bioluminescent glow, and she feels every bit of it reflected inside her, burning and bright.
Then her smile gentles, the edges of her laughter settling into something quieter, steadier, like a flame finding its centre. Her eyes flutter closed, her voice soft as she whispers, [say]"I can do this,"[/say] and then she whistles.
From the shadows comes a flicker of white; Spice answers instantly, the little dragon streaking toward them with a flaming branch clutched in her claws. The fire paints streaks of gold across the night, and Flora’s laughter brightens to meet it. The dragon darts low over the surf, her icy breath hissing as she lights one, then another, then another of the square driftwood floats bobbing along the tide—each crowned with its own trembling candle flame. When the last one catches, Spice lets the branch fall with a soft crackle and vanishes into the dark again, leaving behind a chain of soft, golden light that dances against the blue shimmer of the sea.
Watching all of this mostly upside down and grinning like she’s just performed a small miracle, the sound that escapes her is half-laugh, half-warning, and with a quick shove, Flora rolls them to the side. She follows him, a sweep of gold curls and warm skin, until she’s the one perched above him, breathless and triumphant. The firelight flares at her back while the bioluminescence ripples across her skin, soft blue blending into warm amber as though the ocean itself has bent close to watch.
Her fingers trail up her sides and over her shoulders, and with a slow, unhurried tug she loosens the strings of her bikini top. The fabric flutters down like a sigh, lost to the sand. The light licks over her—over them both—until everything else falls away. It isn’t the first time that they've been like this, but it feels new all the same, achingly so, as if this is the first time she’s truly been seen. Her smile down at him isn’t siren-sharp or teasing; it’s something softer, unguarded, blooming with love so pure it almost hurts.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-28-2025
For a moment, he thinks that must be it. That she can whistle. It's certainly something to be proud of, he supposes, not everyone can whistle. Normally it's mastered as a kid, but maybe she'd finally gotten around to it.
Before he can work up the words to congratulate her, though his face is already a confused pattern of should I be impressed?, Spice shoots out of the dark. He doesn't quite understand what he's looking at, not at first. The little dragon’s glow bobs behind her, obscure in the dark with its unfamiliar shape and purpose. It's only when the first raft leaps into light that it clicks, Flora's sounds of delight at the seaside fire show spreading through him with a widening grin of understanding. [say]"Did you two rehearse this?"[/say] he accuses, a laugh tumbling after, the joy of being with her unwilling to be contained, least of all when she’s been scheming.
The sound of his glee is cut short, strangling into a yell as the world abruptly tilts, sand claiming him as she flips on top. He exhales with the force of it, and though he's the one caught now, his smile races up in crooked victory at the sight of her taking the throne above him. His palms find her thighs, sliding up with slow intention from the bend of her knees back towards the curve of her ass. Fingers skim light across the anchor of her seat before seizing the dip of her hips in a firm, warm grip.
All the while, the firelight catches in her curls and ignites them into a halo, sparking with every shift of her arms and turning her body molten at the edges. The electric scatter of the ocean glints soft and low across the places shadow tries to claim. He’s always thought her beautiful, but in this moment she seems like something else entirely—made of flame and ocean and everything untouchable in between; a portrait of the sun sinking into the belly of the sea, bronze and blue and impossibly bright.
His features soften into devotion as his gaze climbs her, chest catching around his breath, the slow reveal of her skin striking him dumb for a heartbeat. [say]"You're so gorgeous Flora,"[/say] he sighs, utterly enraptured. [say]"And fun, brilliant, and surprisingly stronger than you look."[/say] To which he laughs soft with memory of attempted escapes when she's grabbed him for some punishment he definitely hadn't earned at all. [say]"I fall more in love with you every day."[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-28-2025
Flora’s laughter spills out like warm honey, bright and uncontained. Her gaze drifts over him, drunk on light and love, her eyes catching every flicker of blue that burns along his lashes and lips from the bioluminescence. [say]"You know,"[/say] she says between soft laughter, shrugging against the sand beneath him, [say]"it’s very dangerous to go swimming in the dark."[/say]
Her fingertips wander along the solid line of Kaisel's shoulders, tracing the tension there before sliding down to rest against the branching pattern of scars across his back. [say]"I was pretty sure that when you eventually dragged me off for your grand skinny-dipping plan we’d be near the main fire,"[/say] she murmurs, grin tugging crooked at her mouth. [say]"So if you’d tried to take me any farther than my candles, I was either going to have Spice move them—or just lead you back this way."[/say]
Her hips move in an unhurried roll against his, lazy and deliberate. The friction is electric, a reminder of the difference between them—his skin, bare and fever-warm under her hands save for his boxers, and hers still trapped beneath the thin, fabric of her trousers. Every brush of his palms against her waist makes her ache for the feel of the sea on both of them.
Then his voice hits her again, that low sincerity wrapped around her name, and all the laughter in her stills into something softer. The look she gives him is molten, open, her aqua eyes shimmering like sea glass lit from within. Her hands drift down over the firm plane of his stomach, up the rise of his chest, steadying herself as she leans forward until the firelight dances across both of their faces. [say]"I’ve never been this happy,"[/say] she breathes, the words trembling from her lips, because while he might not understand the significance of it, she certainly did. [say]"No one has ever made me this happy before."[/say]
When he calls her strong, she rolls her eyes with mock severity, though the corners of her mouth betray her. [say]"If you’d start running with me in the mornings, you’d be just as surprisingly strong in no time,"[/say] she teases, the playfulness curling sweet and familiar between them.
She leans down until their noses brush, breath mingling, her smile breaking into something tender and wild all at once. [say]"Ditto,"[/say] she whispers, voice low as a promise, reverence wrapped around the childish word. The kiss she gives him is far too soft for what’s in her eyes, a touch that hums with everything it’s holding back. Her lips linger for a heartbeat before she pulls back just enough to grin against his mouth.
[say]"Now,"[/say] she murmurs, pulse thrumming fast and sure beneath her skin, [say]"get me naked—and take me into the sea."[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-28-2025
The explanation of her thought process is like a behind scenes peek into a mad scientist's lab. He's always known she's a mastermind, but usually he sees the results, not the details along the way. Maybe setting a few rafts on fire isn't comparable to a death laser or time travel machines disguised as hot tubs, but her strategy over so something so simple is nothing to shrug at either. [say]"I'm that predictable huh?"[/say] he muses, recognizing that he might need to up his game if he ever hoped to surprise her. The first step might be not telling the person he planned to kidnap that he would be kidnapping them. Not that he's got a single complaint about how this one worked out.
The tease of her hips just firms his grip against her. Not in a bid to stop her, gods when does he ever want that, but to sink into that buzz of want that rises in quick response. It's effortless, his desire for her, and though it's the heat washing between their bodies it's everything else that folds into it just as equally. By the time he's old, he'll be hard to distinguish from one of those uber wrinkly dogs, the amount of laugh lines creasing him all put there by her over the years. Surely some worry lines too.
The slide of her hands along his chest is a mild weight that he he stills against, head tilting towards his shoulder to let his gaze fall easily with her. His smile grows lazily in response to the soft spill of her earnest admission, his own joy spilling out across his face like syrup off pancakes as she whispers this secret they just keep exchanging. It never loses that little glow to it no matter how many times they pass it back and forth; if anything it glows brighter, the way bronze statues gleam where they're touched over time.
She kills it in an instant.
[say]"Alriiiiight,"[/say] he groans, eyes rolling back in his head as he tips away from her into the sand, of all things. [say]"I'll go, I'll go. Not like I can sleep once you get up anyway. Not as quiet as you think you are."[/say] Which, he has a suspicion is on purpose, but he's always tried to wriggle back under the covers so he's never caught her yet.
Tilting back towards her in defeat, his nose boops against hers, his smile blooming instantly back to life. [say]"That might be the most romantic thing you've ever said to me,"[/say] he laughs, and means it, referring to none other than ditto. Not because she can't say sweet things, but because that one, ridiculous word carried enough weight in it to make everything else that's come before it feel like seafoam in comparison. Tomorrow, surely something new will destroy this ditto.
His kiss trails after her as she rises, quieting to her words and the command in them. All the ooey gooey warmth of her love bursts into heat at that, and that lick of flame drives him into quick action. [say]"It'd be my pleasure,"[/say] he drawls, sly and low, hands already moving from her hips to the seal of her trousers. Buttons and zippers don't stand a chance right now, and he parts the waistband that contains her like superman tearing through steel to save some orphans in danger. She's definitely in crisis of being too clothed, so it fits.
With only a glint of mischief to give him away for a moment, he abruptly grabs for her arms. In the same moment he kicks up hard with his hips, unseating the main point of her balance up and over him. He laughs as he rolls with and behind her now, hands reaching out to grab at her pants legs and yank them down.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-29-2025
Flora bites down on her lower lip, laughter bubbling up bright and unrestrained as she watches him flop dramatically into the sand. [say]"Well,"[/say] she says, shoulders rising in a half-shrug, [say]"you did tell me your plan. I figured you wouldn’t last the first night without stealing me away, soo..."[/say] The look she gives him is all teasing indulgence, the kind reserved for a man she adores too much to ever properly scold.
When he rolls his eyes at her, it only makes her grin wider. She leans forward slightly, curling a hand lazily across his chest. [say]"You can stay home if you want,"[/say] she murmurs, [say]"I don't mind being the strong one in the relationship."[/say] The feigned arrogance only lasts a moment before she gasps, clutching at her chest in mock horror. [say]"Wait. My attempts to be quiet in the mornings didn’t work?"[/say] Her lashes flutter theatrically, the sound of her laughter wrapping warm around them both. She leans in until her face is just above his, whispering against his cheek as she brushes the tips of her lashes there in butterfly kisses, syrupy sweet and sing-song soft. [say]"Guess I'll just have to try harder,"[/say] she promises in a voice that is pure mischief, rolling her hips against his to underline the lie.
"Ditto" might sound childish or lazy, the kind of word tossed out when someone can’t think of anything better to say, but gods, it’s the only word that even comes close to holding what Flora feels when she looks at him. Because how do you tell someone like Kaisel—this man, all warmth and wildfire—that he’s become the axis around which your joy spins? That his laugh is the easiest kind of addiction, that the way he moves (effortless, like the world simply agrees to make room for him) makes her stomach flip every single time? There’s no poetry big enough for that. So she says "ditto" and hopes he hears everything she can’t fit inside the word; the ache of admiration, the dizzy awe of being loved by someone who’s so alive he might set the air itself to trembling. Every part of him makes her love him more: the easy grin that melts her guard, the stupid jokes, the gentleness tucked inside all that swagger. The more she sees of him, the more she realises there isn’t a limit to how far she can fall. As Katy in Mean Girls realized, the limit does not exist.
The thought barely has time to settle before his hands close around her arms, and she only manages a startled, [say]"Kai—!"[/say] before the world flips. Her hips lift, her balance gives, and suddenly the soldier has wriggled free and spun behind her. The night bursts into laughter and warm surprise as he tugs at her trousers, baring the curve of her ass with all the triumph of a thief unveiling treasure.
Laughing breathlessly, she wriggles her way out of the rest of her clothes, the soft scrape of fabric giving way to bare skin glowing under the firelight. The candles floating offshore cast ripples of gold and blue across her, chasing over the smooth lines of her body, highlighting every curve. The flush across her cheeks can’t be seen through the warm haze of light, but it hums through her, an answering warmth to the fire behind her and the gaze she feels burning into her skin.
Her eyes sweep over him, slow and appreciative, voice lowering into something sultry and amused all at once. [say]"Now who’s far too clothed?"[/say] she hums, tilting her head with a grin that promises trouble, her curls tumbling wild and gilded around her shoulders.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 10-29-2025
[say]"Was that predictable!?"[/say] he demands, voice sputtering over sand that he tries to wipe off with the back of his hand. Except, you guessed it, more sand there. Thankfully he's not particularly sweaty, or damp, so it mostly shakes off easy enough. It smears first though, it's roughness subtle, like a grain worn down after a sheet of sand-paper has been overused on a project.
He'd not be able to change a damn thing about always wanting to be by her side when possible, but he could certainly switch up his approach just to keep her guessing game strong.
Rising into a kneel, he appears to be a man at worship before the release of her ass, and how else would he be found before such a divine thing? He's still picking granules from his tongue though, the forbidden sugar crystals of Torchline working their way in, so he's unfortunately more distracted than he'd like. She rises before he can clear the crunch from between his teeth and get his palm ready to smack her moon, but he'd just make up for it later.
Clambering back to his feet with a guilty grin for her accusation, he glances down at himself. [say]"Oh, this?"[/say] His thumb hooks into the waistband of his underpants, pulling them out with a yo-yo effect before releasing them with a mild snap. [say]"Well, since you're the strong one in the relationship, and the pro track star, I just assumed yo—"[/say]
Abruptly he turns and dashes down the beach, running towards the breaking neon surf and the gleaming rafts beyond it. [say]"IF I BEAT YOU TO THE WATER, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF WITH YOUR TEETH!"[/say] he yells back with a wild laugh, locking in on his sprinting technique.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 10-29-2025
As Kaisel rises, Flora’s gaze trails shamelessly after him, drinking him in like something she’s earned the right to worship. Firelight and ocean-glow duel across his skin, gilding the hard lines of him in bronze and blue; every flex of his muscles catches the light like wet stone. There’s a kind of wild grace to him, all power and motion wrapped in boyish mischief; a rough-hewn kind of beauty that doesn’t fade when the laughter starts. Even in nothing but his underwear, he looks untouchable. Gods, he’s perfect in the way storms are: unpredictable, alive, impossible not to watch, not that Flora has plans of ever looking away.
When his words start winding their way toward the inevitable punchline, her brows lift, suspicion written all over the curve of her grin. [say]"Uh huh,"[/say] she hums, narrowing her eyes with mock warning, because she knows that tone. There’s mischief brewing behind it, and sure enough—before she can so much as blink—he’s turned on his heel and bolted down the beach.
[say]"ASSBORN!"[/say] she hollers after him, the insult carried on the sound of her laughter. She breaks into a run a heartbeat later, one arm thrown across her bare chest to keep from jostling herself into oblivion (they aren't big enough for black eyes, but fuck if it isn't still uncomfortable). Her feet sink and spring against the sand, and while she could easily overtake him—probably— where’s the fun in that?
Instead, she lets him think he’s winning, lets the gap narrow just enough before crashing into him as his feet hit the surf. The sea explodes around them in liquid neon, and she throws her arms around him, hands sliding greedily over salt-warmed skin. Her laughter bursts free again, tangled with his, as the waves lap at their ankles and the candles bob around them like tiny witnesses to their chaos.
[say]"Oh noooooo, looks like you won."[/say]