seeing the world in ADHD

Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos

Worry had eased enough that he’d been able to settle into their rhythm, and he hadn't immediately feared for the lingering touch upon her, but as the haze of everything lifts and clarity seeps back in with a new light, he can’t help but inspect it all in full again. What he finds is the certainty that he’d hoped for, that he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted, pleasure sharpened by his hand, not pressed past it into something that’d wilt. He wanted her to bloom, not bruise.

A sure smile flickers back to form in response to her reassurance, deepening at the kiss she plants tenderly upon him. ”I wouldn’t say that.” his voice comes out slow with thought, softened with caution as he sees the frail way her expressions sits. Shifting beneath her, he shimmies up into something a little less lounging, giving this moment the seriousness of his full attention. Both hands reach out to cradle her cheeks, fingers slipping past her ears and into her hair. ”Listen,” he begins quietly, gaze locking onto hers with intention. He doesn’t want her retreating behind assumptions or filling in blanks where he hasn’t spoken clearly. For that reason, his gaze holds hers hard, trying to pour every bit of his honesty into her, words feeling too empty on their own.

”I like making you happy. Love it, actually. I’d do it for a living if it were feasible.” His smile stretches out, storming past the gravity of the moment with an affection that resists containment. ”So yeah, I want to do whatever I can to make you feel good. Really good.” One hand slides over, thumb pushing against her lips in a bid for quiet, certain this would be a part she might find objection to. ”That doesn’t mean I ignore what I feel,” he says flatly, head faintly shaking, promising her not to lose himself just for her sake.

”But, it does mean I’m willing to try things. Sometimes, it takes more than one try. This isn’t like eating ice cream,” which, in case she was wondering, had been love at first bite. ”I was worried, at first,” he admits, smile softening a touch on one side. ”I didn’t want to do it wrong, or hurt you. Too much, too little…” he shrugs lightly, like he doesn't mind that he'd carried that concern.

He leans in and kisses her slowly, lips brushing once before settling again, softer the second time. His hands hold her face like something precious, his breath warm between them, breathing her in through his nose and letting the quiet stretch for a moment. It isn’t about heat now, it’s about showing her with touch what words can’t quite manage. When he finally eases back, it’s only far enough to keep his forehead resting against hers. "But the way you came apart?" A deeper tone sets in, and an appreciative rumble carries it as he lets the memory of it replay. "That was really fucking hot." His thumb strokes once along her cheek. "And you felt amazing."

Kaisel

Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori

flora

The way he cups her face arrests her completely, halting the instinctive spiral of doubt before it can unfurl, and she finds herself held not just by his hands but by the steadiness in his eyes. Kaisel has always known how to anchor her, how to catch the way her thoughts threaten to scatter like startled birds and draw them back into the cage of his focus, and the brush of his thumb across her lips stills the first flicker of protest before it can take shape. She exhales softly instead, surrendering to the certainty in him, letting him finish what he needs to say without interruption.

When he compares it to ice cream, she can't help it; a quiet, breathy laugh slips free, warm and fond, because of course he would frame it that way, of course he would find a way to add sprinkles over something tender and uncertain and make it easier to swallow. She shakes her head gently and presses her palm more firmly against his chest. "I appreciate you telling me how you really feel," she says, quiet but sure, not wanting the easy answer of hell yeah, felt great babe! "It means more to me that I feel safe enough to try something new with you than any single orgasm does." A smile blooms slow and radiant, adoring in the way her lashes lower just slightly. "I've never had that with anyone else."

His kiss quiets the rest of her thoughts the way it always does, as though their mouths meeting is the final piece that clicks everything back into alignment. She feels what he cannot quite articulate, the care beneath the heat, the way he holds her like something both powerful and fragile at once. But when his tone darkens with that appreciative rumble, when he lets the memory of her unravelling colour his voice, she shivers despite herself. Heat blooms low and slow, a warm flush spreading across her skin, and her hips shift against his in an unconscious echo of what he describes. She watches him with that bright, sea-glass look that always carries both mischief and devotion, breath catching faintly as her gaze sinks back into his. "Okay, next fight, you get to pick the type of make-up sex." And if they needed to practice whatever Kai might want to try in the meantime, well, that was perfectly alright with Flora.

you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos

Admittedly, Kaisel doesn’t have a lot of experience with this. Not in trying new things, not like this anyway, or in knowing how to try with someone. Before her, the extent of his relationships were measured in weeks, not even months, but then he’d never loved someone else the way he did her. It just means now he can do little better than fumble through, only knowing how he feels, and how much she matters to him.

When her smile spreads with the same slow steadiness of dawn, he feels it warm through him just as gradually. At least here, at least in this, he’s done it right. The impulse to scoff and tell her he’d loved it had been there, rising quick and easy to his tongue. Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. A reassurance shaped for her comfort more than accuracy. With all the ways he adores her though, he refuses to offer her something polished at the expense of something real. Not because of her truth ring, but because she deserves the honesty, even if it’s messy. He knows she can hold it. She is resilient in ways people underestimate, clever and capable and far stronger than she ever gives herself credit for. He might want to shield her from the hardships of the world, but she has never asked to be wrapped in cotton (silk, usually, or lace). She is his partner, and she stands beside him, balancing on the edge together. He respects her too much to pretend she can’t shoulder the weight of truth, or to assume that her way through something wouldn’t be better than what he might manage alone.

Maybe he’s turning something tender into something tactical, a playground into a battlefield, but the small moments stack up. The people closest to you are the only ones who can truly undo you, not because they mean to, but because they’re allowed close enough to try. Here, with nothing between them but breath and skin and vulnerability, trust is all they have left to wear.

The roll of her hips flushes his smile out in full, and a short laugh coaxes free at her offer. ”I want to try everything with you, Flora,” he asserts, emboldened by her confession that this is safe, at long last. “I want to live fully, with you. I want to explore everything the world has to offer, between sheets and couch cushions, up to the clouds.” His smile presses in lopsided, aware he’s being dramatic now, even if he means it.

“I want to share every part of it with the person I love more than anything. We’ll find the best things, and probably the worst too, but I want to know it all. I want to know it with you.” A low breath escapes him as his thumb rolls across her skin, gaze tracing the way her face looks in this moment. “The world never felt the way it does when I’m with you. You make me want to reach further than I ever thought I could. Into places I wouldn’t have dared alone.” Everything he thought he knew about life, seems dull in comparison to what he’s experienced with her, and it makes him want to explore it all over again, to discover every part of it from tip to bottom. That’s what he promises with her, and if starts with his hands around her neck, then that’s as good a place as any.

Kaisel

Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori

flora

The way speaks to her—earnest and unguarded and a little breathless with wanting—lands somewhere deep inside her, somewhere that still feels tender despite the ring on her finger and the vows already whispered beneath starlight. Married or not, the words pour from him like promises freshly forged, and she feels herself fizzing with it, champagne-bright affection rising through her veins until she almost laughs from the sheer effervescence of loving him. He looks at her like the world is something new and undiscovered, and somehow she is both the compass and the horizon, and it makes her chest ache in the sweetest way.

"And down to the bottom of the sea, too," she says, a crooked smile curling her mouth as her fingers trail lightly across his shoulder, knowing full well how bravely he faces most things and how carefully he regards the ocean.

Her expression softens, the mischief easing into something steadier as she cups his face again, thumb brushing along his cheek. "I do too," she says quietly but firmly. "Even if it isn’t perfect. Even if we try things and decide we hate them. I want to try them with you." There is no flippancy in her tone now, no armour, only deliberate sincerity. [asy]"I trust you completely. And I know I haven’t always respected when you weren’t comfortable with certain things, not the way I should have. But that’s changed. I promise it has." The words are not defensive; they are offered like something polished and placed carefully between them, something she wants him to know he can hold, because she has changed. It might have taken an argument or two longer than she would have liked, but with the paradigm-shifting of marrying him, there is nothing she won't yield to to make him feel safe and loved.

She leans forward until her nose brushes the tip of his, her breath mingling with his as her lashes dip and lift again. "It’s you and me," she murmurs, voice low and certain. "For forever, and then some." The phrase feels less like sentiment and more like fact the more she says it, as inevitable as tide and moon, and she presses her forehead to his for a heartbeat just to feel the shape of it settle.

Then the solemnity dissolves, because she is still herself, because love with her has always been threaded with play. Her fingertips flutter down his chest, light and curious, and a sly spark ignites in her eyes. "Now," she says, brows lifting as she rocks back just enough to look at him properly, "can I interest you in exploring in our shower?" She waggles her eyebrows with exaggerated innocence, laughter already threatening to spill free, because however grand their vows may sound, they are still two slightly dishevelled bodies on a couch who absolutely need to clean up.

you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos

He makes a face that is complete dissatisfaction, as if her reminder is a sour tangerine he’s bitten into, all the while expecting a sweet one. ”Yeah, there too, I guess,” he grumbles lightly, one hand rising to flop the concession around in the air half-heartedly. ”Maybe we save that for last,” perhaps when they are too old to remember.

The sag of his expression around the sea tightens up as her hand finds his face, drawing his eye back with a careful sincerity. It doesn’t replace the playfulness that’s risen, but fits over it, giving his features a warm haze that supports youthful dreams and reckless love. Each word she parcels out for him lands like cotton candy on his tongue, dissolving into him with a smile and a sweetness that lingers. His lips quirk to the side, and he tries to shift his head to sneak a kiss to her hand without losing sight of her eyes.

”You do not need to apologize,” he murmurs into her skin, closing his eyes briefly as he leans into the feel of her fully. ”We are not perfect either.” They will stumble again, he is sure. They won’t always see eye to eye, or agree on a path forward, and it may cost more than they’ve already spent to endure it. What matters, what he’s sure of, is that they always find a way back to each other and try to be better than they were.

Which is about exactly what she says as she leans forward. His eyes lift slowly, reaching out to the seaglass that shimmers just ahead of him. His breath comes in shallow, caught briefly in his throat at the sight of her, as if she’s leaning in for their first kiss and not their zillionth. ”Forever and then some,” he agrees, the promise an exhale that curls up against their skin and into their hair, as sure as stardust.

His lips are sadly left wanting as she pulls away instead, fingers like a trill that matches the sudden flutter in her voice as they whisk down his chest in a playful waltz. ”Your shower?” he repeats, gaze rising to the upper corner where thoughts and considerations live. ”Hmmm,” he thinks, the show only lasting briefly before his grin streaks out in clear answer, rising to her tease with rapid ease. Suddenly, he grips her sides and rolls her over onto her back against the couch, bowing over her with a nearness that pauses just above her mouth. ”Last one there doesn’t get dessert,” he whispers before he’s gone, sprinting down the hall with a wicked laugh.

[FIN]

Kaisel

Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori