There ain't nothing that comes close to as good as you
His laughter breaks through the heat and the echoes of the chilly tension with a startling ease, the force of it shaking him against her for a moment. ”Shut Up,” he demands, wanting her to do anything but. Her lips coast over the smile that’s found its way there, his forehead rolling off hers soon after, if only to shake his head at her.
He’d like to say he’s steadier now, and in some ways that’s true, but in others, she’s begun to thoroughly dismantle him anew. Already weakening to the idea of making up, getting the view of her so flushed and teased threatens to knock the remaining leg of sense away from him entirely. It’s only the dangle of a fair fight that keeps him from toppling completely and grabbing her until they both forget just what the hell they’d been arguing about to begin with.
Instead, one brow cocks up, leading her to say more. Her admission lands like a lit fuse, and Kaisel suddenly grabs her in a new way, palms shaking her shoulders faintly as he bites down on the vindication of a shout. ”I know!” He draws in a breath close enough to a gasp, all his disheveled heat from her touch sharpening into something equally as bonding. Gossip.
”I thought you were in the know!” he accuses next, shoving faintly at her before recapturing her the instant thereafter, hand threading with hers as he pulls her along insistently to the kitchen. He needs a drink after all this shit. ”Not only because you’re her bestie, but you had that eye on them at the festival.” He drops her off by the counter, and the fact they’re still half undressed seems to be no thought at all as he busies himself pulling wine glasses out of the cabinet. ”Do you think that’s where it started?” He tips his sight back towards her before uncorking a bottle of wine.
He’d like to say he’s steadier now, and in some ways that’s true, but in others, she’s begun to thoroughly dismantle him anew. Already weakening to the idea of making up, getting the view of her so flushed and teased threatens to knock the remaining leg of sense away from him entirely. It’s only the dangle of a fair fight that keeps him from toppling completely and grabbing her until they both forget just what the hell they’d been arguing about to begin with.
Instead, one brow cocks up, leading her to say more. Her admission lands like a lit fuse, and Kaisel suddenly grabs her in a new way, palms shaking her shoulders faintly as he bites down on the vindication of a shout. ”I know!” He draws in a breath close enough to a gasp, all his disheveled heat from her touch sharpening into something equally as bonding. Gossip.
”I thought you were in the know!” he accuses next, shoving faintly at her before recapturing her the instant thereafter, hand threading with hers as he pulls her along insistently to the kitchen. He needs a drink after all this shit. ”Not only because you’re her bestie, but you had that eye on them at the festival.” He drops her off by the counter, and the fact they’re still half undressed seems to be no thought at all as he busies himself pulling wine glasses out of the cabinet. ”Do you think that’s where it started?” He tips his sight back towards her before uncorking a bottle of wine.
Kaisel
There is you, then all the rest, second place is the best they'll get
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
