mobsmentality:
it’s hard for him to force his gaze away from her now, his smile growing – nodding his head as an immediate response to her question. “yeah.” he speaks with such conviction, he’d never been more certain of anything in his entire life. rigel had maintained the belief that absolutely nothing in life was certain, but how he felt about this, his sureness was difficult to ignore or to argue with. as the kiss reignites, he moves closer still, his frame facing hers completely. an arm loops beneath her, around her waist, pulling her even tighter to his chest. it’s almost an innate response, his urgency to be close to her, for this kiss to continue on and on, charges his boldness. he’s more affectionate now than he’s ever been before, fingers stroking against the small of her back. “…this is better than any thought ‘ve ever had about it…” he chuckles loosely as his gaze searches her own once their foreheads are connected. the confession gives quite a lot away. not only had he thought about it, but he’d thought about it a lot. though he doesn’t seem embarrassed by his revelation. if anything, the deep exhale that falls proves it’s more of a relief than anything else. he’d never liked to hide anything from her, he’d never felt particularly good about it. “you do?” it’s spoken teasingly, practically purred against her lips, his smile growing once it’s escaped her lips. rigel wants kaliah to like it, he wants her to more than like it. her approval of it, further inspires his enjoyment of it. his lips slipping to press against her jaw; heart hammering wildly against his ribs – if he was a cartoon character it’d be leaving a dent against his chest. “i want you to like it,” he’ll admit, breath soft against her skin. “…want you to more than like it.” he adds on quieter still, free hand resting on her knee once it’s slipped against his legs.
her eyes flutter as she rolls them at his teasing, the usual REACTION she’s always had to his teasing and their banter: some things do not change, after all. it is only a temporary pause in their exchange, and kaliah only smiles with a note of smugness and a hint of desire as she returns to kiss his lips, the edge of his mouth, and then the edge of jaw, the crook of his neck, slipping closer to him and tangling their limbs all the more with each heated kiss and lingering motion. “is it?” she questions to his-- it’s better than i’ve thought about-- although it’s clear what she wants him to answer-- and she only motivates him to do so with a simple slip of her touch from his side to his thigh, brushing against the fabric of his jeans with a tenderness tied with teasing and then putting more weight into her hold. she’s reminding him she’s there; there’s desire in her reach, and she flirts with her fingers, whispers temptation with her hold. she presses one last kiss before drawing back, leaving her forehead touching his and only speaking into the shared breath between them. she looks at his features now, in the dim moonlight and their heated nature, considering for a half-second if she should ask-- and she does-- “how long?” it’s quietly curious, but kali cannot help but WONDER as she exists in happiness now how long it might have been an option she was unaware of. she nudges his nose with hers, as if that will spur an answer. she specifies, in case it wasn’t clear-- “did you think about it before now?” how long did these feelings exist without my realizing?
