[SE] petrichor

KIADA

burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist

“Of course you can.” Kiada chimes with a playful grin now that she’s free of the prison of her wet shirt. She keeps her hand in his, following him up the stairs toward the shower as a chimed laugh leaves her at the mention of payment. “I can think of a few ways.” But no, she won’t tell him of course. It would ruin the surprise if he knew what to expect.

Either way, Fox starts the shower and Kiada’s retrieving the towels, returning to see just how easily he got his own pants off – a part of her wanting to comment something along the lines of how he’s lucky it didn’t try to become a second skin. But it dies on her tongue as he returns to her, a grin on his handsome face as he knees before her and helps slip the pants off. It clings to her, but he pulls it away as if it’s nothing, replacing the cold wet fabric with the warmth of his lips. There’s a soft sound of surprise that slips from her, her hands immediately diving into his damp dark hair to card through it, a look of clear adoration and approval sparking in her iceberg gaze. “Thank you, Fox.” She murmurs, flashing him a small smirk that twists on her face.

heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this