just because the fog is there
Vesper’s not usually the type to get caught in physical hunger, not when minds are so much richer, more nuanced, more layered than any kiss or caress could ever hope to be. But when Colt kisses him like that—when she fists his shirt like she means to keep him, when her fingers knot in his hair like she belongs there, when her lips drag more than just breath from him—it takes on a different weight. He sinks into it, every inch of him answering the hunger in hers. Not just letting her take him, meeting it and letting it deepen.
And then she pulls away like they’ve done something reckless under watchful eyes, hands in her pockets and cheeks flushed like someone trying to remember propriety. He doesn’t stop watching her even as she tries to resituate herself in the moment.
Her question earns nothing from him but a wolfish, dark smile, one that curls slow across his face and lingers in his eyes far longer than it should. By the time she’s turned and gone inside, Vesper has to clear his throat roughly and shift his stance, adjusting his pants with a quiet scoff of amusement. Bad influence? Gods, he fucking hopes so.
Inside, she makes the tactical decision to put the island between them, but unfortunately for her, he already knows what she’s imagined about this counter. And because her mind is always too loud and too delicious, his gaze locks on her with that same quiet intensity as before, but this time it sharpens. Predatory. Star-slick. "It certainly does," he murmurs, voice low and dark, but it’s not the steak he’s looking at.
Three long strides carry him around the barrier, and before she can even breathe in a proper protest, his hands find her waist. She’s lifted cleanly onto the island she just tried to use as refuge, and his mouth is on hers before she can recover. There’s no pause this time. Just a full, claiming kiss; deep and insistent, star-warm and searing at once. One hand slides to her lower back, untucking her shirt with practiced ease, palm smoothing beneath it to press against bare skin. His fingers splay again in that same familiar starburst, as if he could ground her there, centre her around his gravity. The other hand braces her hip, pulling her forward, flush to him, so that when he steps in, there’s no room for air between them.
And then she pulls away like they’ve done something reckless under watchful eyes, hands in her pockets and cheeks flushed like someone trying to remember propriety. He doesn’t stop watching her even as she tries to resituate herself in the moment.
Her question earns nothing from him but a wolfish, dark smile, one that curls slow across his face and lingers in his eyes far longer than it should. By the time she’s turned and gone inside, Vesper has to clear his throat roughly and shift his stance, adjusting his pants with a quiet scoff of amusement. Bad influence? Gods, he fucking hopes so.
Inside, she makes the tactical decision to put the island between them, but unfortunately for her, he already knows what she’s imagined about this counter. And because her mind is always too loud and too delicious, his gaze locks on her with that same quiet intensity as before, but this time it sharpens. Predatory. Star-slick. "It certainly does," he murmurs, voice low and dark, but it’s not the steak he’s looking at.
Three long strides carry him around the barrier, and before she can even breathe in a proper protest, his hands find her waist. She’s lifted cleanly onto the island she just tried to use as refuge, and his mouth is on hers before she can recover. There’s no pause this time. Just a full, claiming kiss; deep and insistent, star-warm and searing at once. One hand slides to her lower back, untucking her shirt with practiced ease, palm smoothing beneath it to press against bare skin. His fingers splay again in that same familiar starburst, as if he could ground her there, centre her around his gravity. The other hand braces her hip, pulling her forward, flush to him, so that when he steps in, there’s no room for air between them.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
