Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
It's the way she grabs back at him that'll always dissolve the rest of the world, leaving just her, just them. With her surrounding him, he does not want for anything more, unless it's her—chasing after more of her mouth, greedy for more of those soft noises, and always reaching for more of her warmth to draw around him. It sinks in now, deliberate with her care, settling fuzzy and bright in his chest. That this moment can be reshaped into something not just memorable, but momentous with such love, that sends him tumbling over the edge without a second thought, grounded only by breath.
Tipping into the reassuring thread of her fingers in his hair, a defense against the distance that vision demands, some of the kitchenette hums back into place. Namely, the sweet smell of the melting chocolate, overpowering in its proximity, and rich with the promise of cocoa soon at hand. Withdrawing from the crook of her cheek as she speaks, he can't keep back the widening span of his smile that streaks across in response. "Hardly see why that matters," he chuckles with a sly curl to the low sound. "I've seen you do some of your best work on your knees. Haven't steered me wrong yet on them." The tease is aimed at the tension she tries to bury, but the firm squeeze of his hands against the outside of her thighs is intentional with the pulse of strength. He echoes it with a press of his lips into the sides of her cheeks, forcing them in with an obnoxious "mwah!" sound effect before he pulls away.
His eyes follow hers to the nearly melted chocolate and back, though while her expression curls into something devious, his lifts with clear wariness. I'm not that fast he's about to choke out with full offense, but seems she's got something else finishing on her mind. "My present?" he grins, bewilderment quickly breaking into a giddy impatience. "Deal," he says without hesitation, hands rising beneath her arms to help her off the counter and back to her feet, careful to watch her inevitable retreat and swat his hand after an ass cheek in farewell.
Tipping into the reassuring thread of her fingers in his hair, a defense against the distance that vision demands, some of the kitchenette hums back into place. Namely, the sweet smell of the melting chocolate, overpowering in its proximity, and rich with the promise of cocoa soon at hand. Withdrawing from the crook of her cheek as she speaks, he can't keep back the widening span of his smile that streaks across in response. "Hardly see why that matters," he chuckles with a sly curl to the low sound. "I've seen you do some of your best work on your knees. Haven't steered me wrong yet on them." The tease is aimed at the tension she tries to bury, but the firm squeeze of his hands against the outside of her thighs is intentional with the pulse of strength. He echoes it with a press of his lips into the sides of her cheeks, forcing them in with an obnoxious "mwah!" sound effect before he pulls away.
His eyes follow hers to the nearly melted chocolate and back, though while her expression curls into something devious, his lifts with clear wariness. I'm not that fast he's about to choke out with full offense, but seems she's got something else finishing on her mind. "My present?" he grins, bewilderment quickly breaking into a giddy impatience. "Deal," he says without hesitation, hands rising beneath her arms to help her off the counter and back to her feet, careful to watch her inevitable retreat and swat his hand after an ass cheek in farewell.
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
