// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
The grin that greets her is one like a laid trap, just waiting to be activated. Although he would have been fine if she didn't trigger it and just accepted his heroism for face value too, but he's prepared for her sleuthing. "That's the genius of it," he explains readily. "Everyone's so used to testing poison right away, right? So the poisoners got wise and started poisoning the leftovers, so I got even wiser, and here we are." If his family values weren't so steeped in battle he might have grown up a theater kid instead. "Wouldn't be very humble if I just listed them all off, now would it?" he drawls out, a 'brow lifting up at the audacity of her ask.
A knowing chuckle slips free as he does his best to become Indiana Jones. Jumping the gun? Absolutely not, but he does mean to jump some bones. Which he gets straight to after two rounds of applause, the first being with her hands, the second coming with the patter of fruit around them. A laugh builds in his chest at the complete surrender of sensibility, but the sound never quite leaves him in full, deepening instead into an approving rumble for the work of her hands and the view of her chest freeing to his.
He's reaching to draw her in even as she's already on her way, the space between them collapsing in a heartbeat. When they meet, it’s hungry and dizzying, the kind of kiss that steals every thought and replaces it with a surge of finally, fulfilling some part that's been missing and hollow without this. His hands find her back, her waist, anywhere they can fit, greedy for the shape of her. He hauls her closer, tighter, until there’s nothing left between them but breath and the sticky, humid press of skin where they've stripped bare. For a moment he lifts her, instinct and want blurring into one motion, tilting her back in his arms, leaning in over her as he chases this one kiss, more than willing to let the whole world collapse into it.
The jungle hums around them, alive and pulsing with the same fever running through him. He breaks the kiss just long enough to drag in a breath, forehead pressed to hers, voice rough with it. "Mm, I missed this." It doesn’t matter if it's only been hours, or days, he craves her and any measure of time feels like it could be too long. He dives back in before reason can find him, the world narrowing again to heat and heartbeat and her.
A knowing chuckle slips free as he does his best to become Indiana Jones. Jumping the gun? Absolutely not, but he does mean to jump some bones. Which he gets straight to after two rounds of applause, the first being with her hands, the second coming with the patter of fruit around them. A laugh builds in his chest at the complete surrender of sensibility, but the sound never quite leaves him in full, deepening instead into an approving rumble for the work of her hands and the view of her chest freeing to his.
He's reaching to draw her in even as she's already on her way, the space between them collapsing in a heartbeat. When they meet, it’s hungry and dizzying, the kind of kiss that steals every thought and replaces it with a surge of finally, fulfilling some part that's been missing and hollow without this. His hands find her back, her waist, anywhere they can fit, greedy for the shape of her. He hauls her closer, tighter, until there’s nothing left between them but breath and the sticky, humid press of skin where they've stripped bare. For a moment he lifts her, instinct and want blurring into one motion, tilting her back in his arms, leaning in over her as he chases this one kiss, more than willing to let the whole world collapse into it.
The jungle hums around them, alive and pulsing with the same fever running through him. He breaks the kiss just long enough to drag in a breath, forehead pressed to hers, voice rough with it. "Mm, I missed this." It doesn’t matter if it's only been hours, or days, he craves her and any measure of time feels like it could be too long. He dives back in before reason can find him, the world narrowing again to heat and heartbeat and her.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
