flora
Flora is laughing before she even means to be, the sound spilling out of her as Kaisel celebrates like he has just conquered kingdoms instead of correctly guessing a very obvious password. There is something so unguarded about his joy that it lights her from the inside, and when she drags him down into the pillows it is not just triumph but relief, because finally—finally—she can put her hands on him without pretending like he isn't temptation incarnate.
Her palms slide immediately over the ridged plane of his stomach, fingers splaying wide as though reacquainting themselves with territory they had only been permitted to admire moments ago. The firelight dances along his skin beneath her touch, and she hums in quiet approval before rolling her eyes at him with theatrical exasperation. "Well, why didn't you say it then?" she demands, widening her eyes as though he is the most oblivious man alive. She shakes her head in mock disappointment, though her hands remain very much occupied, thumbs grazing over the muscle he had so shamelessly displayed.
At his suggestion of coded last names, she pauses just long enough to tilt her head thoughtfully, fingertips now tracing lazy, absent-minded circles along his side. "Mmm," she says, brows lifting as she considers it with exaggerated seriousness. "So instead of Sprinkles it'd be...like, Sprink-elz?" The absurdity of it cracks her composure instantly, a giggle escaping her before she can stop it. "Okay but..I kinda love that idea," she declares, delighted, despite how utterly stupid it was.
When he tugs her down into a kiss she lets herself be drawn, though she plants one hand against his shoulder so she does not collapse fully atop him. The kiss is playful but charged, her mouth warm and certain against his, a hint of the earlier teasing still lingering there in the way she presses closer before pulling back just enough to brush her nose against his. "I did not kick you out," she murmurs, tone carrying a feigned bite that cannot fully disguise the smile threatening at its edges. "You were just far too busy boyscouting about the fire to come in while construction was still underway." Her fingers flex lightly against his shoulder as she looks down at him, firelight flickering gold across her skin, satisfaction and affection tangled together in equal measure.
Her palms slide immediately over the ridged plane of his stomach, fingers splaying wide as though reacquainting themselves with territory they had only been permitted to admire moments ago. The firelight dances along his skin beneath her touch, and she hums in quiet approval before rolling her eyes at him with theatrical exasperation. "Well, why didn't you say it then?" she demands, widening her eyes as though he is the most oblivious man alive. She shakes her head in mock disappointment, though her hands remain very much occupied, thumbs grazing over the muscle he had so shamelessly displayed.
At his suggestion of coded last names, she pauses just long enough to tilt her head thoughtfully, fingertips now tracing lazy, absent-minded circles along his side. "Mmm," she says, brows lifting as she considers it with exaggerated seriousness. "So instead of Sprinkles it'd be...like, Sprink-elz?" The absurdity of it cracks her composure instantly, a giggle escaping her before she can stop it. "Okay but..I kinda love that idea," she declares, delighted, despite how utterly stupid it was.
When he tugs her down into a kiss she lets herself be drawn, though she plants one hand against his shoulder so she does not collapse fully atop him. The kiss is playful but charged, her mouth warm and certain against his, a hint of the earlier teasing still lingering there in the way she presses closer before pulling back just enough to brush her nose against his. "I did not kick you out," she murmurs, tone carrying a feigned bite that cannot fully disguise the smile threatening at its edges. "You were just far too busy boyscouting about the fire to come in while construction was still underway." Her fingers flex lightly against his shoulder as she looks down at him, firelight flickering gold across her skin, satisfaction and affection tangled together in equal measure.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
