He felt a certain warmth when Maia finally took his hand, truthfully relieved that the game of cat and mouse they had been playing had finally come to an end. Especially because a part of him still wanted to perhaps celebrate in a way for how easily they were able to come together in the midst of someone targeting their relationship in what seemed to be a meaningful way. Or perhaps celebrate his personal lack of intimidation by anything that Levi had said in the process. “Well, the Bahamas it is then.” He said, unable to get it out completely without a slight giggle making its way out with it.
Jackson simply grinned when Maia agreed in his choice of Sicily. Although, he was already convinced that they could decide to be anywhere and he would have been more than happy with it. If it hadn’t been for Maia’s beaming gaze, Jackson would have felt a sheepishness creep over him through the silence following his confession. His gentle grin rested on his lips and he peered at her, feeling fluttery even from her reaction. Allowing their fingers to lace, Jackson tightened his grip on her hand a slightly and found himself straightening his posture a little when Maia took a small step closer to him. Their variance in height becoming conscious for him for a fleeting moment, offering him a feeling of protection over her for just an instant. He peered down at her through his lashes, peacefully anticipating what she would end up saying.
His heart leaped into his throat for a moment, the following sensations being felt more firmly in his chest when Maia insisted that maybe they stay in Sicily, rather than just vacationing there. His previously shy expression was washing away with involved reverie. As though by peering at her, he was taking her with him through his thoughtful fantasies about it; within only a couple seconds, picturing them spending their lives together in Italy. It wasn’t until Maia uttered vows that Jackson’s expression turned almost pained with how in love he felt with her in that moment. The very idea that they would arrive in Italy for their honeymoon and remain there for the rest of their lives filling him with a nearly painful yearning. He wasn’t sure if what he would be able to say would encompass everything that he was feeling in that moment, already feeling so off guard with her words, already feeling a kind of amazement by the prospect of Maia ever actually wanting to marry him. He didn’t try to find the words, instead his grin lifted a bit at the side and he closed the remaining couple inches between them to bring his lips to hers.
Maia peered at him after her last words left her lips, awaiting his reaction, observing him. Spotting the look in his eyes as they spoke about Sicily, feeling his imagination around the whole ordeal with their honeymoon to Italy. Only prompting her to fantasize herself, what it would be like to be just married and spending their time alone, in a beautiful space like Sicily. Feeling her heart race at the idea itself, she kept her eyes on him as her thoughts ran wild with the images flooding through her head of what that would be like, what it would feel like to have that experience with him. Suddenly finding herself wanting it more than she ever imagined.
At his reaction her vows to him, she felt her eyes getting damp just watching his pained expressed. Feeling her heart swell with how much she loved him, how much she purely adored him. Her eyes softening a bit as she continued to take in his reaction to her words. It was unexpected, for them to be having this conversation. It felt surreal, that her and Jackson were talking about getting married. Reflecting on only a year ago where the thought wasn’t even on her mind and now it’s something that had suddenly felt so real, so possible. Maia watched silently as he leaned in closer to her, bringing his lips to hers. She let her eyes flutter shut as her lips welcomed his own returning the kiss with a sigh escaping her lips. Bringing her free hand up to gently rest against his cheek as they kissed.