I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
As Kaisel’s victory unfurls through the bond, smug and shining and far too pleased with itself, Flora only grins crookedly up at him from the water. There is something beautifully obvious about what is about to happen, the kind of downfall everyone can see coming except the man currently declaring himself too clever to be caught, and though she could warn him, she absolutely does not. Her warning finger remains lifted from the pool, her lashes wet and clumped together, her mouth curved with dawning delight as Spice lines herself up from behind him.
The blast of cold hits, Kaisel flails, and Flora’s laughter bursts bright and helpless as he sails into the pool after her. Whatever curses or accusations he sends through the bond are mostly lost beneath her own amusement, bubbling hot and triumphant through the link as the water swallows him with a splash big enough to send droplets over her face. By the time he resurfaces and shoves into her side with all his offended disbelief, she is already laughing too hard to give him anything like a proper apology, her own victory needing no grand speech when it comes through the bond in a warm, sparkling rush. From the edge of the pool, Spice trills smugly enough for both of them.
"Sorry, you were saying?" Flora manages, though the words wobble around the laughter still caught in her chest. She lets him shove her without resisting, water sloshing between them as she reaches for him instead, arms slipping around his shoulders with immediate and unapologetic affection. The move starts sweetly enough, but then she is already turning herself through the water, shimmying around him with all the slippery determination of someone intent on affixing herself to him like a stubborn barnacle.
Once she is behind him, Flora hooks her legs around his waist and locks herself there like a very wet, very pleased backpack. Her curls are plastered to her cheeks, her waffle-knit shirt clings warm and heavy against her skin, but none of it stops her from pressing an utterly unrepentant kiss to his cheek from over his shoulder. "Well," she says brightly, tightening her arms around him as if she has every intention of making him carry her around the pool now, "I guess this saves us from doing laundry." Glancing around, she'll tuck her chin against his shoulder, surveying the remainder of the pool. "I suppose if this really was Halo, we'd probably have hypothermia."
The blast of cold hits, Kaisel flails, and Flora’s laughter bursts bright and helpless as he sails into the pool after her. Whatever curses or accusations he sends through the bond are mostly lost beneath her own amusement, bubbling hot and triumphant through the link as the water swallows him with a splash big enough to send droplets over her face. By the time he resurfaces and shoves into her side with all his offended disbelief, she is already laughing too hard to give him anything like a proper apology, her own victory needing no grand speech when it comes through the bond in a warm, sparkling rush. From the edge of the pool, Spice trills smugly enough for both of them.
"Sorry, you were saying?" Flora manages, though the words wobble around the laughter still caught in her chest. She lets him shove her without resisting, water sloshing between them as she reaches for him instead, arms slipping around his shoulders with immediate and unapologetic affection. The move starts sweetly enough, but then she is already turning herself through the water, shimmying around him with all the slippery determination of someone intent on affixing herself to him like a stubborn barnacle.
Once she is behind him, Flora hooks her legs around his waist and locks herself there like a very wet, very pleased backpack. Her curls are plastered to her cheeks, her waffle-knit shirt clings warm and heavy against her skin, but none of it stops her from pressing an utterly unrepentant kiss to his cheek from over his shoulder. "Well," she says brightly, tightening her arms around him as if she has every intention of making him carry her around the pool now, "I guess this saves us from doing laundry." Glancing around, she'll tuck her chin against his shoulder, surveying the remainder of the pool. "I suppose if this really was Halo, we'd probably have hypothermia."
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
