Honey wherever you go, I know
He lingers over her long after the shudders pass, plastered to her back, breath warm and uneven against her skin. The rise and fall of her ribs beneath his arm steadies something in him, a rhythm he embraces with unspoken adoration. The curl of her fingers holds him firm, keeping him in the center of it, not losing to exhaustion or pulled away by thought. Just here, with her.
The kiss she sets against him is light and fleeting, but it sparks something that spreads, turning into a glow that reaches slow and certain until he feels full of it. He can’t recall the last time something so small felt so impossibly huge, like it could eclipse everything else. A flush rises sudden along his neck, easily marked as just the rush of release and the thorough enjoyment of getting to it. It's the affection curling through him though, a heady buzz such that he doesn’t even think to move—he just stays, overwhelmed by the wonder of being hers in this way at last.
Her question drifts up between them, and he exhales a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a smile, low and breathless. He doesn’t try to answer why, because the why doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is this—her heartbeat against his chest, her warmth sinking into him, the world narrowed down to nothing but her.
Eventually, gravity wins out, pulling him sideways with a groan of contented weariness. He slips free of her in the shift, slow and unhurried, and then flops onto the bed beside her, tugging her with him at once. His arm hooks around her waist, insistent and sure, dragging her into the cradle of his body. Their legs knot together, skin sticking in places slick with sweat and maybe more, but he only pulls her closer, pressing his face into her hair.
“I’m just glad we’re doing it now,” he murmurs, voice hoarse but soft with a depth he can’t hide. The delay of it is an accurate representation of how quickly every part of him is moving now, entirely doused in her honey. He doesn't mind it one bit. He turns, brushing a kiss to her temple, arm tightening just a little more, like he could fuse them together if he only held on hard enough. Peace settles over him then, heavy and sweet, and for the first time all day, all week, maybe longer—he lets himself believe he’s exactly where he belongs.
The kiss she sets against him is light and fleeting, but it sparks something that spreads, turning into a glow that reaches slow and certain until he feels full of it. He can’t recall the last time something so small felt so impossibly huge, like it could eclipse everything else. A flush rises sudden along his neck, easily marked as just the rush of release and the thorough enjoyment of getting to it. It's the affection curling through him though, a heady buzz such that he doesn’t even think to move—he just stays, overwhelmed by the wonder of being hers in this way at last.
Her question drifts up between them, and he exhales a sound that’s somewhere between a sigh and a smile, low and breathless. He doesn’t try to answer why, because the why doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is this—her heartbeat against his chest, her warmth sinking into him, the world narrowed down to nothing but her.
Eventually, gravity wins out, pulling him sideways with a groan of contented weariness. He slips free of her in the shift, slow and unhurried, and then flops onto the bed beside her, tugging her with him at once. His arm hooks around her waist, insistent and sure, dragging her into the cradle of his body. Their legs knot together, skin sticking in places slick with sweat and maybe more, but he only pulls her closer, pressing his face into her hair.
“I’m just glad we’re doing it now,” he murmurs, voice hoarse but soft with a depth he can’t hide. The delay of it is an accurate representation of how quickly every part of him is moving now, entirely doused in her honey. He doesn't mind it one bit. He turns, brushing a kiss to her temple, arm tightening just a little more, like he could fuse them together if he only held on hard enough. Peace settles over him then, heavy and sweet, and for the first time all day, all week, maybe longer—he lets himself believe he’s exactly where he belongs.
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
