you can call me honey if you want
Sinking into Kaisel feels like tumbling into the tide at sunset, not a crash but a quiet, golden folding-in, the kind of embrace that soothes everything it touches. Every part of her body fits into his as though he were the shape she had been growing toward for years without ever knowing, each brush of skin a perfect match, each press of him against her a wordless echo of belonging.
Her laughter bubbles up between them, breathless and warm as it spills into his kiss, her lips brushing his with affection even as the curve of it breaks their contact. Her fingers curl into the back of his hair, nails skimming lightly along his scalp, and when his hands glide across her back, she arches subtly into every pass, her body responding like it’s been fine-tuned to him alone. If she could capture this feeling—the glow beneath her skin, the peace flooding every inch of her, the gleaming, dizzy joy of being loved like this, and the limitless potential of their future—she’d seal it in a bottle and wear it around her neck forever, a perfume of happiness and heat and wholeness.
"No, you," she murmurs back, melting against him completely, spine soft, lips still parted from where they had been tangled with his. Then, wrinkling her nose with unfiltered delight, she inhales with theatrical flourish, nudging her nose against his in a gentle, teasing tap. "Well, that’s convenient," she declares, lips curling wider with the joy that rises up just from hearing him say it aloud. "Because I love you too."
With a slow sigh of complete satisfaction, she lets herself slouch a little further into him, thighs still bracketing his and arms sliding around his shoulders like she never plans to move again. The world could fall apart outside the haze of the shower and she’d barely notice, not with the way her heart beats in time with his, not with the way every ripple of contentment still glides down her spine in the wake of pleasure and connection. "I think," she hums lazily, lips brushing the hinge of his jaw, "I’m ready to be turned into the sea now."
Her laughter bubbles up between them, breathless and warm as it spills into his kiss, her lips brushing his with affection even as the curve of it breaks their contact. Her fingers curl into the back of his hair, nails skimming lightly along his scalp, and when his hands glide across her back, she arches subtly into every pass, her body responding like it’s been fine-tuned to him alone. If she could capture this feeling—the glow beneath her skin, the peace flooding every inch of her, the gleaming, dizzy joy of being loved like this, and the limitless potential of their future—she’d seal it in a bottle and wear it around her neck forever, a perfume of happiness and heat and wholeness.
"No, you," she murmurs back, melting against him completely, spine soft, lips still parted from where they had been tangled with his. Then, wrinkling her nose with unfiltered delight, she inhales with theatrical flourish, nudging her nose against his in a gentle, teasing tap. "Well, that’s convenient," she declares, lips curling wider with the joy that rises up just from hearing him say it aloud. "Because I love you too."
With a slow sigh of complete satisfaction, she lets herself slouch a little further into him, thighs still bracketing his and arms sliding around his shoulders like she never plans to move again. The world could fall apart outside the haze of the shower and she’d barely notice, not with the way her heart beats in time with his, not with the way every ripple of contentment still glides down her spine in the wake of pleasure and connection. "I think," she hums lazily, lips brushing the hinge of his jaw, "I’m ready to be turned into the sea now."
