// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
Her words land like a second heartbeat inside his chest. They're so powerful he has to blink hard against the immediate sting behind his eyes. Not tears, not quite, just the pressure of too much feeling trying to find space in a body that’s already full of her. It escapes as a laugh. Rich in promise and bright in relief the sound erupts hard enough that he has to turn his head away from her to release it. It flares around the tender moment, too touched to remain so quiet and careful when joy rises like a violent force inside him, overtaking everything in a clean sweep.
He had not expected her to shrink away from it, though the worry that it's too much or too soon had caught in his chest the moment the words left him. After all, she'd once asked they take it slow, although he feels like they've since smothered that idea so he doesn't worry about it much. She doesn't shrink though, she embraces. He can almost see the way she lightens enough that she might float away with it all, like every passed I love you is a strong breeze and her heart a set of wings, and this the zephyr that will finally tug her entirely aloft. He'd be right up there with her.
His hand falls away from her face, threading with one of her hands instead and burying it against his lips where the shaking remnants of his happiness settle into a low vibration. He rolls a kiss over every knuckle, then grabs for her other hand to do the same, doting upon each joint before tilting down to her lips. The kiss he gives her now is soft and steady, stripped down to something being bared open, but impossibly full of that one, unwavering thing. It's meant for only this moment, shaped by her hands in his, by the rasp of the shower and its steam, and the echo of a future full of more moments waiting to be built. It's now, and forever, the fold of his love being tucked into her.
He pulls back with a smile, almost bashful as color reaches his cheeks with the surge of unstoppable affection for her. "I have a surprise for you, in my bag. So, let's finish here, get the kitchen cleaned up and the fruit juiced. Then you can open it, and from there we'll figure out what the rest of forever looks like."
He had not expected her to shrink away from it, though the worry that it's too much or too soon had caught in his chest the moment the words left him. After all, she'd once asked they take it slow, although he feels like they've since smothered that idea so he doesn't worry about it much. She doesn't shrink though, she embraces. He can almost see the way she lightens enough that she might float away with it all, like every passed I love you is a strong breeze and her heart a set of wings, and this the zephyr that will finally tug her entirely aloft. He'd be right up there with her.
His hand falls away from her face, threading with one of her hands instead and burying it against his lips where the shaking remnants of his happiness settle into a low vibration. He rolls a kiss over every knuckle, then grabs for her other hand to do the same, doting upon each joint before tilting down to her lips. The kiss he gives her now is soft and steady, stripped down to something being bared open, but impossibly full of that one, unwavering thing. It's meant for only this moment, shaped by her hands in his, by the rasp of the shower and its steam, and the echo of a future full of more moments waiting to be built. It's now, and forever, the fold of his love being tucked into her.
He pulls back with a smile, almost bashful as color reaches his cheeks with the surge of unstoppable affection for her. "I have a surprise for you, in my bag. So, let's finish here, get the kitchen cleaned up and the fruit juiced. Then you can open it, and from there we'll figure out what the rest of forever looks like."
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
