Honey wherever you go, I know
Hey. His gaze flicks back to her, a bit distant still, the look more muscle memory than him actually seeing her. There's too many thoughts still sliding through the corridors of his mind, colder than he'd like, as if Jack's penchant for ice has found a way to frost whatever his memory might touch and send the chill creeping along to every possible doubt or worry.
She is warm though, and persistant. He blinks, the focus of her coming in more—each one lifts him up from wherever he'd been underwater, able to see her, but in that wavy, light-warped way that being below the surface can only manage. "I can handle it, if you do," he reassures, "I want to make sure you don't lose the things you like." There's limits to what he'd be willing to emulate, or even could. He'd not be electrocuting anyone, for instance, but he could try his hand at other things that mattered to her.
His skepticism that she's being honest wanes with each touch she feeds him, the one truth he can always trust. Each brush of a nose, thread of her fingers, and soft press of her lips is another reminder to him that she's here, with him, and that yes, he must have done something right then for it to be them here and now. Ghosts would always remain, but they were impossible to hold and to love.
He turns into one of the kisses she's placing, chasing it down into a full one between them, exhaling some relief into it. "Okay," he agrees, and there's more conviction to this one, the start of a smile there. Especially when she says he's done things Jack never could, Kaisel's expression brightens, his gaze sharpening with curiosity as it turns back to her seagreen eyes. "Is that right?" he can't quite keep the smug from his tone, utterly chuffed about getting a leg up on the Captain at last. "You'll have to tell me all about them one day." Save it for a rainy day, because just knowing it is enough for today.
His palm on her hips follows her as she shifts, tightening and dragging down the length once she settles. "I want all of that too," he says with a careful quiet. Not because it's fragile, but because there's awe weighing it down, that this is not only real, but working to something even better with each whispered want. He can't understand how she thinks the conjured image of her in his head is any better than this.
The roll of her hips against him sends another jolt running from waist to pinky toe. His shy smile suddenly turns wolfish and wide, fingers tightening against her skin with intent. "I like when you do that," he rumbles just before tipping her over and swapping positions. He chases the momentum as he rises up over her, weight dipping into her as he grabs her leg up over his side. Although he's trying to tease the spark into her this time, he's not impervious to the feel of her against him, so soft and warm and shaped like he's meant to slot into each other her curves. It beckons a rough sound from him, especially as he shamelessly admires the view of her laid out beneath him just before he leans in to deliver a kiss. This one is deep, trying to seal every promise of their future into it, even the undiscovered parts they mean to find.
She is warm though, and persistant. He blinks, the focus of her coming in more—each one lifts him up from wherever he'd been underwater, able to see her, but in that wavy, light-warped way that being below the surface can only manage. "I can handle it, if you do," he reassures, "I want to make sure you don't lose the things you like." There's limits to what he'd be willing to emulate, or even could. He'd not be electrocuting anyone, for instance, but he could try his hand at other things that mattered to her.
His skepticism that she's being honest wanes with each touch she feeds him, the one truth he can always trust. Each brush of a nose, thread of her fingers, and soft press of her lips is another reminder to him that she's here, with him, and that yes, he must have done something right then for it to be them here and now. Ghosts would always remain, but they were impossible to hold and to love.
He turns into one of the kisses she's placing, chasing it down into a full one between them, exhaling some relief into it. "Okay," he agrees, and there's more conviction to this one, the start of a smile there. Especially when she says he's done things Jack never could, Kaisel's expression brightens, his gaze sharpening with curiosity as it turns back to her seagreen eyes. "Is that right?" he can't quite keep the smug from his tone, utterly chuffed about getting a leg up on the Captain at last. "You'll have to tell me all about them one day." Save it for a rainy day, because just knowing it is enough for today.
His palm on her hips follows her as she shifts, tightening and dragging down the length once she settles. "I want all of that too," he says with a careful quiet. Not because it's fragile, but because there's awe weighing it down, that this is not only real, but working to something even better with each whispered want. He can't understand how she thinks the conjured image of her in his head is any better than this.
The roll of her hips against him sends another jolt running from waist to pinky toe. His shy smile suddenly turns wolfish and wide, fingers tightening against her skin with intent. "I like when you do that," he rumbles just before tipping her over and swapping positions. He chases the momentum as he rises up over her, weight dipping into her as he grabs her leg up over his side. Although he's trying to tease the spark into her this time, he's not impervious to the feel of her against him, so soft and warm and shaped like he's meant to slot into each other her curves. It beckons a rough sound from him, especially as he shamelessly admires the view of her laid out beneath him just before he leans in to deliver a kiss. This one is deep, trying to seal every promise of their future into it, even the undiscovered parts they mean to find.
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
