heathen’s kiss

SUNJATA

i am the ocean, i am the sea

She’s confused by what he means, and his head tilts as that smile blooms on his face. “Something like that, I’m sure you could do it.” He says, running through the options in his head of what could be made with all of these items within her clinic. He doesn’t let his gaze linger too long, not to grow suspicious, and his gaze slips back toward her as she turns beat red when he leans along the table, and there’s nothing that preens his ego more.

And he knows deep down his comment makes her unsure, makes her shrug and stand with a bright, brilliant, wonderful smile as she grabs the plates and heads to bring dessert. His smile falters, but he watches casually (internally calculating) as she brings dessert over. His eyes devour the sight of the cake, and he can’t help but to run his tongue along his lower lip as she sets it down before him. Glancing up to her with that simmering gaze, he reaches up in the hopes of grabbing onto her arm gently. “You truly are a gem.” He says gently, a hum as he pauses, waiting for the blush, before he turns his attention back toward the cake.

Then he picks up his fork and begins to dive in.

there is a world inside of me