Honey wherever you go, I know
He has, in fact, heard of laundry. Even separates his darks from his lights. Just seemed the best thanks he could offer Frey to let it go out that way. He'd definitely not be wearing it around town anyway, so a crusty pile it remained.
"Love you too," he murmurs around the grin just before they're nothing more than fingers locked together. It's brief, but lands with more meaning in his chest than the full body press she'd just provided, because the lingering heat of this one curls up in his heart instead of his balls. Although, everything gets plenty warm as his gaze is helplessly drawn to the tractor beam of her bent over form. Her ass on full and glorious display and the peekaboo of her second set of lips is enough to bring him back to his knees. He only survives the quiver of jelly he feels in them by leaning his shoulders against the tile, head tipping back with a groan she'll absolutely know the cause of. "You have to put that away if you want me useful at all," he mutters, the tail end muffled as the damp towel rings around his face. He grabs it with a shake of his head, flossing dry with it before wandering after her.
The nostalgia of her room hits him like a punch to his chest. For a moment he lingers at her door frame, tilting into it again as he lets his eyes hold her. Is this the kind of forever that they can't stretch out?
He doesn't think so. In fact, is certain that they can, this time. There's a lot of differences from that night to this one. He sinks in beside her under the sheet. Half-rolling into her, an arm sinking around her stomach as she thinks aloud and he lets the feel of it sit on them.
"Sounds like we should never leave the boat again then," he mumbles against her skin as he turns into her, eyes peeling over her shoulder, only half joking. "Get everything delivered." The cost would exorbitant, but can you really put a price on happiness and peace of mind? He exhales gently though, resigned to the difficulty of untangling everything that's as fucked as wired headphones put in a pocket for one minute.
"I'm all in Flora," he begins, as good a start as any, with all of it on the table. "I'm guessing me being in Torchline, at your old house, would be the best first step...unless you want me closer?"
"Love you too," he murmurs around the grin just before they're nothing more than fingers locked together. It's brief, but lands with more meaning in his chest than the full body press she'd just provided, because the lingering heat of this one curls up in his heart instead of his balls. Although, everything gets plenty warm as his gaze is helplessly drawn to the tractor beam of her bent over form. Her ass on full and glorious display and the peekaboo of her second set of lips is enough to bring him back to his knees. He only survives the quiver of jelly he feels in them by leaning his shoulders against the tile, head tipping back with a groan she'll absolutely know the cause of. "You have to put that away if you want me useful at all," he mutters, the tail end muffled as the damp towel rings around his face. He grabs it with a shake of his head, flossing dry with it before wandering after her.
The nostalgia of her room hits him like a punch to his chest. For a moment he lingers at her door frame, tilting into it again as he lets his eyes hold her. Is this the kind of forever that they can't stretch out?
He doesn't think so. In fact, is certain that they can, this time. There's a lot of differences from that night to this one. He sinks in beside her under the sheet. Half-rolling into her, an arm sinking around her stomach as she thinks aloud and he lets the feel of it sit on them.
"Sounds like we should never leave the boat again then," he mumbles against her skin as he turns into her, eyes peeling over her shoulder, only half joking. "Get everything delivered." The cost would exorbitant, but can you really put a price on happiness and peace of mind? He exhales gently though, resigned to the difficulty of untangling everything that's as fucked as wired headphones put in a pocket for one minute.
"I'm all in Flora," he begins, as good a start as any, with all of it on the table. "I'm guessing me being in Torchline, at your old house, would be the best first step...unless you want me closer?"
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
