Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
The pattern of her smile in time with the slow fall of her lashes is a threat to his newfound spa professionalism. Her laughter is just as alluring, that uncontained joy and willingness to jump into every shenanigan-again a favorite of his. Each look she conjures is a match strike, and he'll surely be fired by the end of today at this rate, especially with that blush blooming on her cheeks.
Clearing his throat like it might also rid him of the sudden urge to slap the tray away and offer her some morning sausage instead, Kaisel tries to lay some ground rules for his own sake. "Ma'am," he says with one hand lifted in caution, as helpful as sealing a leaky boat with a boot heel. "It's imperative you don't distract the staff while sessions are being prepared for, or underway. They have to focus on their craft. Tipping should be reserved only for the end." In other words, she better keep her dirty talk about generous tipping to herself if she wants any of these spa features to actually happen, otherwise he has no problem keeping them in this room the entirety of the day.
Breaking character for the sake of breakfast strategies and pilfering, he is surprised by her much quicker hand. He'd been banking on her sleep haze still being in effect, and though he ate while cooking, he's got no problem being her hero and assist her of some of her plated items in such dire times. His gaze lifts as her fingers twine with his, catching the warm and glittering stare she levels at him with a boyish smile. It's a shy look almost, as if he didn't expect to be so thoroughly caught by the feeling that swells without measure for her time and time again, least of all in the simplest of things, like watching her craft a genius breakfast combo.
Entirely seized by her, the small press of her fingers in his all it takes, he tracks her as she shifts and rises. Her shirt, his shirt, barely registers, but she wears it better. Everything looks better on her, and also, nothing at all. He moves to better orient towards her, drifting into the kiss she presses down like a meal all its own. "Totally inappropriate," he breathes out, a smile flickering into place against the soft brush of her lips. "To butter the staff up."
He inhales sharply, the smell of breakfast mingling with her in a sweet way that maintains his smile as he slides away and stands back by the door. "Meet me in the—" his features dip into thought for a moment, and he almost seems to speak a few times before giving up and just waving a hand in the direction. "The place with all the windows and the chairs, I forget the fancy name you gave it." With that he ducks out into the hall to prepare. He'll worry about the tray of food later.
Clearing his throat like it might also rid him of the sudden urge to slap the tray away and offer her some morning sausage instead, Kaisel tries to lay some ground rules for his own sake. "Ma'am," he says with one hand lifted in caution, as helpful as sealing a leaky boat with a boot heel. "It's imperative you don't distract the staff while sessions are being prepared for, or underway. They have to focus on their craft. Tipping should be reserved only for the end." In other words, she better keep her dirty talk about generous tipping to herself if she wants any of these spa features to actually happen, otherwise he has no problem keeping them in this room the entirety of the day.
Breaking character for the sake of breakfast strategies and pilfering, he is surprised by her much quicker hand. He'd been banking on her sleep haze still being in effect, and though he ate while cooking, he's got no problem being her hero and assist her of some of her plated items in such dire times. His gaze lifts as her fingers twine with his, catching the warm and glittering stare she levels at him with a boyish smile. It's a shy look almost, as if he didn't expect to be so thoroughly caught by the feeling that swells without measure for her time and time again, least of all in the simplest of things, like watching her craft a genius breakfast combo.
Entirely seized by her, the small press of her fingers in his all it takes, he tracks her as she shifts and rises. Her shirt, his shirt, barely registers, but she wears it better. Everything looks better on her, and also, nothing at all. He moves to better orient towards her, drifting into the kiss she presses down like a meal all its own. "Totally inappropriate," he breathes out, a smile flickering into place against the soft brush of her lips. "To butter the staff up."
He inhales sharply, the smell of breakfast mingling with her in a sweet way that maintains his smile as he slides away and stands back by the door. "Meet me in the—" his features dip into thought for a moment, and he almost seems to speak a few times before giving up and just waving a hand in the direction. "The place with all the windows and the chairs, I forget the fancy name you gave it." With that he ducks out into the hall to prepare. He'll worry about the tray of food later.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
