and all that we intend is scrawled in sand
Flora half-expects Kai to press his tongue between her fingers—it’s exactly what she would have done—and when he doesn’t, when he only snaps playfully at the retreat she pretends to flick his nose instead, she grins up at him with unmistakable mischief, eyes bright even through the low light.
The moment he slides back over her, her hands come up automatically, palms finding his sides and tracing upward along the familiar lines of him, delighting rather girlishly in the feel of him. As he performs his dramatic demise, she tucks her arm back before it can be crushed, laughing softly as the bed jostles beneath them with his death throws, already moving toward him even as he reaches out. She crawls across the sheets and drapes herself over his chest, settling there with a sigh.
When he asks the question, though, quiet and conspiratorial, she stills just a fraction. In the dark, he'll probably feel it more than see it, but her aqua eyes widen slightly as she blinks down at him, surprised into honesty. One hand rests on his chest, fingers absently tracing the muscle there, following the rise and fall of his breathing as she lets out a small, incredulous laugh. "Believe it or not,"she says softly, "I’ve honestly never thought about it."
She shifts closer, fitting herself more comfortably against him, shrugging. "All the things I thought I always wanted kind of...went out the window when I met you." The admission isn’t dramatic, just true, offered with the same ease she gives him everything else that matters. "None of it really feels like it matters, so long as we're together at the end of it, you know?" Her smile blooms then, radiant even in the dim, warm with love and certainty as she settles fully against him. "Just you and me and a hairtie would be enough."
The moment he slides back over her, her hands come up automatically, palms finding his sides and tracing upward along the familiar lines of him, delighting rather girlishly in the feel of him. As he performs his dramatic demise, she tucks her arm back before it can be crushed, laughing softly as the bed jostles beneath them with his death throws, already moving toward him even as he reaches out. She crawls across the sheets and drapes herself over his chest, settling there with a sigh.
When he asks the question, though, quiet and conspiratorial, she stills just a fraction. In the dark, he'll probably feel it more than see it, but her aqua eyes widen slightly as she blinks down at him, surprised into honesty. One hand rests on his chest, fingers absently tracing the muscle there, following the rise and fall of his breathing as she lets out a small, incredulous laugh. "Believe it or not,"she says softly, "I’ve honestly never thought about it."
She shifts closer, fitting herself more comfortably against him, shrugging. "All the things I thought I always wanted kind of...went out the window when I met you." The admission isn’t dramatic, just true, offered with the same ease she gives him everything else that matters. "None of it really feels like it matters, so long as we're together at the end of it, you know?" Her smile blooms then, radiant even in the dim, warm with love and certainty as she settles fully against him. "Just you and me and a hairtie would be enough."
