flora
Heat hits her like a flare the moment his hands resettle on her hips, the adjustment small but devastating, his body answering hers just long enough for sensation to bloom and then vanish, leaving colour rushing to her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. The sound that slips out of her is unplanned and uncontained, a low, betrayed noise that curls back into her mouth a heartbeat too late, pleasure fluttering outward and then collapsing in on itself with the cruelty of the interruption. Gods. She glares down at him as he sinks back, the look sharp-edged and playful and threaded through with want that’s already starting to ache, lips parting as if she might scold him before the words derail completely.
"I hate you," she whispers, which immediately dissolves into a breathy, frustrated sound as she rolls her hips once despite herself, as if her body hasn’t received the memo that this is supposed to be restraint. "We haven’t even had good makeup sex yet," she adds, the idea spiralling fast and dangerous now that it’s been given air. "This is our biggest fight so far, which means it would probably be, like, unfairly good." The thought lands and sticks, and she groans, tipping her head back for a second while her mind scrambles for the list of things they were meant to still talk about, immediately skidding to a halt at Jack’s name because absolutely not, not with warmth still pooled low in her belly and Kaisel's hands still tight around her.
That leaves one other thing, the next thing, the thing she’s been quietly bracing around for days now, and it’s almost worse because it tangles with everything else whether she wants it to or not. With a reluctant huff, she sits up properly, breaking the spell by force, cheeks still flushed and a faint wince creasing her mouth as she does it. The shift feels like stepping out of warm water into open air, necessary and miserable all at once. She meets his eyes again, steadying herself with the familiarity of him, and exhales. "There is something," she says, the words chosen carefully, not heavy but not casual either. "About Koa that you should probably know."
"I hate you," she whispers, which immediately dissolves into a breathy, frustrated sound as she rolls her hips once despite herself, as if her body hasn’t received the memo that this is supposed to be restraint. "We haven’t even had good makeup sex yet," she adds, the idea spiralling fast and dangerous now that it’s been given air. "This is our biggest fight so far, which means it would probably be, like, unfairly good." The thought lands and sticks, and she groans, tipping her head back for a second while her mind scrambles for the list of things they were meant to still talk about, immediately skidding to a halt at Jack’s name because absolutely not, not with warmth still pooled low in her belly and Kaisel's hands still tight around her.
That leaves one other thing, the next thing, the thing she’s been quietly bracing around for days now, and it’s almost worse because it tangles with everything else whether she wants it to or not. With a reluctant huff, she sits up properly, breaking the spell by force, cheeks still flushed and a faint wince creasing her mouth as she does it. The shift feels like stepping out of warm water into open air, necessary and miserable all at once. She meets his eyes again, steadying herself with the familiarity of him, and exhales. "There is something," she says, the words chosen carefully, not heavy but not casual either. "About Koa that you should probably know."
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
