Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
He only catches the faintest blur of her image disappearing around a corner by the time he runs into the hallway. He's still learning the layout of this house, a far cry from the narrow corridors of the Sugartide or the simple pattern of her his home. He doesn't want to lose her, but he's close enough now he can steal a glimpse here, pick up a shuffle of bare feet there, so he lets those guide him as he works himself out of his uniform. He would not be repeating the other shower incident and staying clothed this time, thank you.
Although he meant to adhere to his schedule of treatments and keep layering relaxation upon her, restraint is proving a rather impossible thing to maintain when her hips are extending such an open invitation. What used to be the only thing he could depend upon when in her company is now flimsy at best, seemingly worn through by all the excess strain he placed on it when witholding himself before, that it finally gave in full the moment their lips met in earnest. He could probably patch it up into some shell of its former self, if he had any motivation to ever do so, which he absolutely doesn't.
The vision that greets him when he finally arrives certainly only motivates his arousal. "This is quite the upgrade from the boat's shower," he notes with a twist of a smile. He'd once accused that space of being too small, but given how many memorable encounters he'd had with her there, he prefers the term intimate now. Enough so in fact, that this large stretch of indoor rain almost feels like he could lose her to steam and suds, which would be unfortunate indeed. The room and its fixtures don't keep his focus long though, his copper gaze warming where it glides over the clay continents on display along the map of her bare backside. He steps forward slowly, admiring each vein of her tan skin where it peeks through the rusty earth, the hatching of a dream.
He takes in the oh so helpful hands at her disposal too, wondering what pervy old soul absolutely lept at this opportunity. "I've never seen the house so helpful before," he notes with a near growl, slipping in behind her with a purposeful possession of the space. "Is it always so amenable?" he wonders, voice lowering now that he's removed the distance, breath skimming against the nape of her neck where he leans in to take the task of unwinding her hair with his own hand. Fingers brush light and careful against the slope of her shoulder as he sweeps the strands to the side, delicate with a reverence for her body.
Although he meant to adhere to his schedule of treatments and keep layering relaxation upon her, restraint is proving a rather impossible thing to maintain when her hips are extending such an open invitation. What used to be the only thing he could depend upon when in her company is now flimsy at best, seemingly worn through by all the excess strain he placed on it when witholding himself before, that it finally gave in full the moment their lips met in earnest. He could probably patch it up into some shell of its former self, if he had any motivation to ever do so, which he absolutely doesn't.
The vision that greets him when he finally arrives certainly only motivates his arousal. "This is quite the upgrade from the boat's shower," he notes with a twist of a smile. He'd once accused that space of being too small, but given how many memorable encounters he'd had with her there, he prefers the term intimate now. Enough so in fact, that this large stretch of indoor rain almost feels like he could lose her to steam and suds, which would be unfortunate indeed. The room and its fixtures don't keep his focus long though, his copper gaze warming where it glides over the clay continents on display along the map of her bare backside. He steps forward slowly, admiring each vein of her tan skin where it peeks through the rusty earth, the hatching of a dream.
He takes in the oh so helpful hands at her disposal too, wondering what pervy old soul absolutely lept at this opportunity. "I've never seen the house so helpful before," he notes with a near growl, slipping in behind her with a purposeful possession of the space. "Is it always so amenable?" he wonders, voice lowering now that he's removed the distance, breath skimming against the nape of her neck where he leans in to take the task of unwinding her hair with his own hand. Fingers brush light and careful against the slope of her shoulder as he sweeps the strands to the side, delicate with a reverence for her body.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
