is this the end of all the endings?
The instant Flora sees the wild light in Kaisel's eyes—the feral joy, the lunge already coiled in his limbs—she steps off the wall and straight into his reach. The anticipation is electric, molten, sparking in her blood and dripping like honey through her nerves. She walks willingly into his arms, the breath in her lungs catching sharp as his hands slam into her, groping at the invisible shape of her with the kind of hunger that sets her ablaze.
Gods, she lives for this. Not pain—never that—but possession. The way his fingers dig into her hips like she’s something sacred, something stolen, and he’s terrified she’ll be taken away again. The rough, anchoring strength of his arms as he pulls her in like he’s breathing her. The way her back arches, her body moulding to his, thighs clenching around his waist the second he lifts her, not because she needs the help, but because she needs him. Her arms wrap tight around his shoulders, and she clings like gravity might forget how to work if they aren't careful.
When he growls you’re mine, it cuts straight through her, through rib and bone and history, until it finds the ache she never speaks aloud and answers it with everything he is. She melts and shivers in one breath, curling toward the sound of him, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Then have me," she whispers, twisting her ring in order to reappear in his arms, kissed in flour and radiant with heat, breathless and dusted in chaos. Her fingers find his hair instantly, tunnelling through it before sliding across the scars on his back, delighting in the familiar map of him. It’s instinct to hold him tighter, to press every inch of herself closer, not just because she’s burning for him—though gods, she is—but because he’s Kaisel, and gods does she loves him.
And it hits her now—hard and dazzling and slow—that this moment isn’t new. That only a few weeks ago just down the hallway, when the sea was calm and their heart weren't, he had looked at her with the same raw hope and asked if they could keep this forever. She hadn't hesitated then when she'd said yeah and kissed him for the first time, and now it was her turn again to offer him not just a confirmation, but a promise.
"Forever," she breathes, and the word wraps around her ribs like it’s always belonged there. It catches in her throat, soft and real and true, and she chases it with her mouth, kissing him like she means to etch it into his skin. Her lips find his and the rest of the world ceases to matter. The flour, the storm of laughter, even the short distance to the shower, none of it compares to this. To him.
Kissing him feels like drowning and being saved at the same time. It’s not just lust, though there’s plenty of that—she’s flushed and panting, turned on beyond reason by how easily he carries her, by the tension in his arms and the low growl still humming in his throat—it’s the promise behind the way he holds her, like she’s precious and primal and his all at once. It’s the way every time they come together, it’s better than the last, like her body remembers every second with him and wants more in a way she's utterly helpless to deny, and so she kisses him with the reckless desperation of joy, of need, of love spun gold and strung through every nerve.
Gods, she lives for this. Not pain—never that—but possession. The way his fingers dig into her hips like she’s something sacred, something stolen, and he’s terrified she’ll be taken away again. The rough, anchoring strength of his arms as he pulls her in like he’s breathing her. The way her back arches, her body moulding to his, thighs clenching around his waist the second he lifts her, not because she needs the help, but because she needs him. Her arms wrap tight around his shoulders, and she clings like gravity might forget how to work if they aren't careful.
When he growls you’re mine, it cuts straight through her, through rib and bone and history, until it finds the ache she never speaks aloud and answers it with everything he is. She melts and shivers in one breath, curling toward the sound of him, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Then have me," she whispers, twisting her ring in order to reappear in his arms, kissed in flour and radiant with heat, breathless and dusted in chaos. Her fingers find his hair instantly, tunnelling through it before sliding across the scars on his back, delighting in the familiar map of him. It’s instinct to hold him tighter, to press every inch of herself closer, not just because she’s burning for him—though gods, she is—but because he’s Kaisel, and gods does she loves him.
And it hits her now—hard and dazzling and slow—that this moment isn’t new. That only a few weeks ago just down the hallway, when the sea was calm and their heart weren't, he had looked at her with the same raw hope and asked if they could keep this forever. She hadn't hesitated then when she'd said yeah and kissed him for the first time, and now it was her turn again to offer him not just a confirmation, but a promise.
"Forever," she breathes, and the word wraps around her ribs like it’s always belonged there. It catches in her throat, soft and real and true, and she chases it with her mouth, kissing him like she means to etch it into his skin. Her lips find his and the rest of the world ceases to matter. The flour, the storm of laughter, even the short distance to the shower, none of it compares to this. To him.
Kissing him feels like drowning and being saved at the same time. It’s not just lust, though there’s plenty of that—she’s flushed and panting, turned on beyond reason by how easily he carries her, by the tension in his arms and the low growl still humming in his throat—it’s the promise behind the way he holds her, like she’s precious and primal and his all at once. It’s the way every time they come together, it’s better than the last, like her body remembers every second with him and wants more in a way she's utterly helpless to deny, and so she kisses him with the reckless desperation of joy, of need, of love spun gold and strung through every nerve.
my broken bones are mending
