KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
She darts through the water with all the shape and purpose of a predator, just as quick and twice as agile. His pulse lifts, the response of anything about to be caught, and though he doesn't move away, it's nothing to do with the freezing instinct. He'd fall prey to her any day. Hoped for it, even.
Split apart by a grin, he accepts the arrival of her body against his with a quick encircling of both arms at her lower back, keeping the shape of her against him tight enough to retain the warm press of her chest against his. Any attempt at nonchalance is hopeless once he's got his hands on her, and he's found he's long ago lost his ability to pretend he wants anything less at all times. Enough time had been spent biding his time in her company. "I said," he murmurs low over the shape of his smile as he dips down to let his nose brush against hers. "You are always a ten." He lets the shape of his lips linger near hers as he speaks, the steam passing the kiss between them. "Today, I'd call it an eleven."
He closes the rest of the distance in the same moment he hauls her suddenly higher, chasing the new angle of her as he shifts further back, tilting into the pool's edge with a mild lean that only invites the lounge of her that much further. The kiss is a heady thing as the flush of heat all around them feeds the quick melt of it, his edge lost for a moment as he steals hers, keeping it as long as she'll let him.
"Have you considered just wearing this to the wedding?" he wonders with a tone that's halfway serious as one rolls up her side and tests the straps that his eyes had only managed before now.
Split apart by a grin, he accepts the arrival of her body against his with a quick encircling of both arms at her lower back, keeping the shape of her against him tight enough to retain the warm press of her chest against his. Any attempt at nonchalance is hopeless once he's got his hands on her, and he's found he's long ago lost his ability to pretend he wants anything less at all times. Enough time had been spent biding his time in her company. "I said," he murmurs low over the shape of his smile as he dips down to let his nose brush against hers. "You are always a ten." He lets the shape of his lips linger near hers as he speaks, the steam passing the kiss between them. "Today, I'd call it an eleven."
He closes the rest of the distance in the same moment he hauls her suddenly higher, chasing the new angle of her as he shifts further back, tilting into the pool's edge with a mild lean that only invites the lounge of her that much further. The kiss is a heady thing as the flush of heat all around them feeds the quick melt of it, his edge lost for a moment as he steals hers, keeping it as long as she'll let him.
"Have you considered just wearing this to the wedding?" he wonders with a tone that's halfway serious as one rolls up her side and tests the straps that his eyes had only managed before now.
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
