Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
The explanation of her thought process is like a behind scenes peek into a mad scientist's lab. He's always known she's a mastermind, but usually he sees the results, not the details along the way. Maybe setting a few rafts on fire isn't comparable to a death laser or time travel machines disguised as hot tubs, but her strategy over so something so simple is nothing to shrug at either. "I'm that predictable huh?" he muses, recognizing that he might need to up his game if he ever hoped to surprise her. The first step might be not telling the person he planned to kidnap that he would be kidnapping them. Not that he's got a single complaint about how this one worked out.
The tease of her hips just firms his grip against her. Not in a bid to stop her, gods when does he ever want that, but to sink into that buzz of want that rises in quick response. It's effortless, his desire for her, and though it's the heat washing between their bodies it's everything else that folds into it just as equally. By the time he's old, he'll be hard to distinguish from one of those uber wrinkly dogs, the amount of laugh lines creasing him all put there by her over the years. Surely some worry lines too.
The slide of her hands along his chest is a mild weight that he he stills against, head tilting towards his shoulder to let his gaze fall easily with her. His smile grows lazily in response to the soft spill of her earnest admission, his own joy spilling out across his face like syrup off pancakes as she whispers this secret they just keep exchanging. It never loses that little glow to it no matter how many times they pass it back and forth; if anything it glows brighter, the way bronze statues gleam where they're touched over time.
She kills it in an instant.
"Alriiiiight," he groans, eyes rolling back in his head as he tips away from her into the sand, of all things. "I'll go, I'll go. Not like I can sleep once you get up anyway. Not as quiet as you think you are." Which, he has a suspicion is on purpose, but he's always tried to wriggle back under the covers so he's never caught her yet.
Tilting back towards her in defeat, his nose boops against hers, his smile blooming instantly back to life. "That might be the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," he laughs, and means it, referring to none other than ditto. Not because she can't say sweet things, but because that one, ridiculous word carried enough weight in it to make everything else that's come before it feel like seafoam in comparison. Tomorrow, surely something new will destroy this ditto.
His kiss trails after her as she rises, quieting to her words and the command in them. All the ooey gooey warmth of her love bursts into heat at that, and that lick of flame drives him into quick action. "It'd be my pleasure," he drawls, sly and low, hands already moving from her hips to the seal of her trousers. Buttons and zippers don't stand a chance right now, and he parts the waistband that contains her like superman tearing through steel to save some orphans in danger. She's definitely in crisis of being too clothed, so it fits.
With only a glint of mischief to give him away for a moment, he abruptly grabs for her arms. In the same moment he kicks up hard with his hips, unseating the main point of her balance up and over him. He laughs as he rolls with and behind her now, hands reaching out to grab at her pants legs and yank them down.
The tease of her hips just firms his grip against her. Not in a bid to stop her, gods when does he ever want that, but to sink into that buzz of want that rises in quick response. It's effortless, his desire for her, and though it's the heat washing between their bodies it's everything else that folds into it just as equally. By the time he's old, he'll be hard to distinguish from one of those uber wrinkly dogs, the amount of laugh lines creasing him all put there by her over the years. Surely some worry lines too.
The slide of her hands along his chest is a mild weight that he he stills against, head tilting towards his shoulder to let his gaze fall easily with her. His smile grows lazily in response to the soft spill of her earnest admission, his own joy spilling out across his face like syrup off pancakes as she whispers this secret they just keep exchanging. It never loses that little glow to it no matter how many times they pass it back and forth; if anything it glows brighter, the way bronze statues gleam where they're touched over time.
She kills it in an instant.
"Alriiiiight," he groans, eyes rolling back in his head as he tips away from her into the sand, of all things. "I'll go, I'll go. Not like I can sleep once you get up anyway. Not as quiet as you think you are." Which, he has a suspicion is on purpose, but he's always tried to wriggle back under the covers so he's never caught her yet.
Tilting back towards her in defeat, his nose boops against hers, his smile blooming instantly back to life. "That might be the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," he laughs, and means it, referring to none other than ditto. Not because she can't say sweet things, but because that one, ridiculous word carried enough weight in it to make everything else that's come before it feel like seafoam in comparison. Tomorrow, surely something new will destroy this ditto.
His kiss trails after her as she rises, quieting to her words and the command in them. All the ooey gooey warmth of her love bursts into heat at that, and that lick of flame drives him into quick action. "It'd be my pleasure," he drawls, sly and low, hands already moving from her hips to the seal of her trousers. Buttons and zippers don't stand a chance right now, and he parts the waistband that contains her like superman tearing through steel to save some orphans in danger. She's definitely in crisis of being too clothed, so it fits.
With only a glint of mischief to give him away for a moment, he abruptly grabs for her arms. In the same moment he kicks up hard with his hips, unseating the main point of her balance up and over him. He laughs as he rolls with and behind her now, hands reaching out to grab at her pants legs and yank them down.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
