KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
He sucks in a breath in preparation to further tempt her into the water, hand easing off his face as he discards the announcer's role, at least for the time being. He doesn't make it to any words though, and soon enough is fighting for a little more air.
There have been moments of hurry, where his fingers have tugged and torn away the things that keep her from his full view or the extent of his touch. He has ever savored when he's got the patience and the opportunity for slow though. She is worth every moment of admiration that the slow slip of cloth affords, and his attention is drawn wholly to the scandal of her shoulders rising now into the cold beneath the drape of her jacket. It shouldn't, yet it feels like the first time her hand ever brushed his all over again, pulse quickening where his copper finds every line of white upon her.
His gaze trails from the top reveal and follows the gilded lace lower, moving with all the smooth slide as his fingers rolling beneath the straps might, testing the tension against her skin. "Mmm," he approves openly, tongue wetting the edges of his lips as his throat works. His eyeline doesn't break from her as he pulls himself against the edge of the pool, arms crossing over the top of it. The cold only serves to amplify the moment, tightening every part of her in the opposite way the Torchline heat ordinarily melts her. He's caught now on the noticeable strain of her nipples beneath what still covers them, affording him some glimpse of their shape and a thought as to how he could warm them with his mouth.
The stretch of her is echoed through his mouth, lower jaw parting as his head lifts to stay with the shift of her. He finds each curve worth the slow cover of his view, and where trails lead through cut muscle or across jagged scar, he walks them with all the affection of something known being revisited with fresh comfort and awe. "I hate to see you so cold," he complains with the low edge of desire while she shakes her hair out, and still in the water, he presses up against the edge of the pool as if the warm pressure is a necessary next step to admiring her.
With only the warning glint of her smile, she's gone from sight, and Kaisel is left spinning in the water like a startled seal as she crashes into it. He barely has the time to raise a hand to his forehead to shield some of the spray, even as he squints and turns his head away from the miniature tide that races over to him. "Hardly fair!" he calls over to her with a broad grin, aware fairness has never been given space. "You've always been a 10 baby."
There have been moments of hurry, where his fingers have tugged and torn away the things that keep her from his full view or the extent of his touch. He has ever savored when he's got the patience and the opportunity for slow though. She is worth every moment of admiration that the slow slip of cloth affords, and his attention is drawn wholly to the scandal of her shoulders rising now into the cold beneath the drape of her jacket. It shouldn't, yet it feels like the first time her hand ever brushed his all over again, pulse quickening where his copper finds every line of white upon her.
His gaze trails from the top reveal and follows the gilded lace lower, moving with all the smooth slide as his fingers rolling beneath the straps might, testing the tension against her skin. "Mmm," he approves openly, tongue wetting the edges of his lips as his throat works. His eyeline doesn't break from her as he pulls himself against the edge of the pool, arms crossing over the top of it. The cold only serves to amplify the moment, tightening every part of her in the opposite way the Torchline heat ordinarily melts her. He's caught now on the noticeable strain of her nipples beneath what still covers them, affording him some glimpse of their shape and a thought as to how he could warm them with his mouth.
The stretch of her is echoed through his mouth, lower jaw parting as his head lifts to stay with the shift of her. He finds each curve worth the slow cover of his view, and where trails lead through cut muscle or across jagged scar, he walks them with all the affection of something known being revisited with fresh comfort and awe. "I hate to see you so cold," he complains with the low edge of desire while she shakes her hair out, and still in the water, he presses up against the edge of the pool as if the warm pressure is a necessary next step to admiring her.
With only the warning glint of her smile, she's gone from sight, and Kaisel is left spinning in the water like a startled seal as she crashes into it. He barely has the time to raise a hand to his forehead to shield some of the spray, even as he squints and turns his head away from the miniature tide that races over to him. "Hardly fair!" he calls over to her with a broad grin, aware fairness has never been given space. "You've always been a 10 baby."
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
