"Wah! H-hello there! May I ask who you are? And why you felt the urge to slap my backside?"
"Your first impulse is to slap someone’s backside?"
"But when you are bent over in the walk way- it certainly makes for an easy impulse.I do realize how poorly that sounds— Allow me to make it up to you?"
Levi had spent much of the last few weeks traveling on his own. Drinking and flirting and smoking without much direction or work to speak or aim for. He was going through one of his longer rough patches. His days consisting of whiskey at eight am and naps at twelve. This happened every few months or so, when his mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely. But he seemed to have a handle over himself, always knowing when to stop or start. Or at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself.
So he figured he’d visit with his brother’s family for a bit, to get himself set a little straighter. Though he wondered if that was the real reason he was visiting. He would never admit it, but after sending letters back and forth with Kayla he was eager to see her again. He stayed in town for a few days trying to convince himself that her smiling face was not really what he had come back for, but Levi could never really lie to himself so easily.
He could hardly help the smug smirk that touched his own lips when he finally decided to visit her, the male leaning against the counter. “Kayla. Don’t get carried away now, I came for the baked goods.”
There it was again—
That smirk she could practically read in his letters- It was just as she remembered; the same warmth that magnified the already natural magnetism in his presence.
Kaylas lips quirked into a sharp smirk as he spoke,her hands reaching for something below the counter as she spoke.
"How is it that you expect me to contain myself when you keep giving me cute little nicknames like ‘Baked goods’ ? "
She replied with a playful arrogance as she pulled a black gift bag from under the counter. “Your brownies.”
She explained,shaking the bag before retracting the bag from his reach.
"Though I do recall you promising me a meal.
Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing in the tub with mine.
Sure she had been in their for a while but how could any one blame her? Since the very begging of their journey to where ever it was to get away from whatever it was that was after them; Thrymr didn’t let her out of his sight and rightfully so; but she would not admit that. When his pounding at the door quickened and demands of her hurrying her wash because he needed to bathe as well grew louder- she merely groaned,stretching out in the fairly large tub. " If you need to bathe so bad- why not join me?"She called back,her smirk stretching her lips as her hand languidly dipped into the water,swirling the bubbles slowly ;bathing in her amusement with herself. That is- till there was a loud crack at the door,followed by a slow creaking. Kayla froze,only her eyes slowly drifting to the looming figure in the door; her gaze following him till he began stripping his clothes and slowly slipped into the water across from her. Everything in her drove her to scream,shoo him out,slap him- SOMETHING! But there she sat- stark still,praying that her bubbles provided enough coverage and that the intense heat didnt glow like the thousands of suns it felt similar to. She had to fight back. There was no way he was winning this exchange. She swallowed the panic in her throat before settling her features as best she could,her hand dipping into the water to pull out a bright pink ball. Her head lifted,her eyes shifting to hold his gaze with a forced indifference and practiced coolness.
She asked with a small smile and quirk of her brow.
A low, soft, but definitely amused combination of a hum and a quiet chuckle was uttered from the back of his throat at her catchy comment. He rather liked how Kayla always knew how to respond to him; it was a very welcome alternative to always being right simply because he was the king. And around Kayla, he was comfortable enough to admit he was wrong about something. Eventually.
He silently enjoyed the nibbling on his lower lip and reached out a hand to pet the side of her head, trail his fingertips past the skin of her neck and caress her cheek with his thumb. He failed to recall any moment on which he had felt as much at ease and peaceful than right here and right now, with Kayla, and it left quite an impression.
Kayla sighed against the kings lips,her arms wrapping around his torso as she pulled her chest to press against his;the cadence of her heart beat drumming in time against his.This was the closeness she had needed, the touch she had craved since their time back on earth. It felt as though she had been under water and now here she was again—breathing deeply…and all because she knew the intention of her touch was shared by him as well.
Kayla shifted forward so that her fingers could curl through Thrymr’s dark tress,as her nose brushed his in slow circles. “Have you any idea…how long I have wanted this moment?” She asked,her question riding on a breathy sigh.
"What do you want, dearie?" he asked, tired that people continued to come in and out of his pawnshop, even when he was minutes away from ending for the day. Turning around to see who had come to disturb him at the worst possible moment. "Because I can assure you, I will turn you into a snail if you’re wasting my time".
"I do apologise. I was honestly in such a hurry that I did not notice it." The small woman confessed,her violet eyes widening at the threat of being turned into a snail. "I came to procure some help with finding someone who is very dear to me."
Fiyero smiled widely, “And you’re improbable, darling,” he lightly tucked her hair aside. AS he looked at her, he knew her. Memorized the curve of her face and the colour of her eyes in the glimmer of the morning light through the window. It felt like a dream. It was tangible starlight, sensory overload. He wanted to carve this moment in his mind. Hold on to the memory her scent and her hair and never let go of it.
She sighed,blushing under his words as they brought her cheeks into a brighter flush and encouraged her to stretch forward to pepper a crooked line of staccato kisses down his neck. Each moment with him seemed to be from a love scene, but all beautiful fiery things would fizzle out sooner or later;she was well aware of this. With a light sigh Kayla placed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before pushing away gently in order to move to the edge of the bed and retrieve her slip from its place on the floor.
"We should probably put something on." She offered with a chuckle as she pulled her slip over her head and down over her hips.