“Actually,” Kol counters, not even missing a beat, “My hobby for the past fifteen years has been sleeping,” His gaze searches her face, voice dropping and fingertips yearning to feel her soft skin beneath them, “and wishing that I could dream of you.” After all, where else was he ever going to see her again? Even the nightmares — those horrid, grotesque things which torment him among the earliest hours of any given morning — were more bearable in a way so long as he captured the slightest glimpse of bewitching blue eyes or that familiar silhouette.
Despite the precarious direction of his thoughts, Kol’s face is still alight with his smile and playfully quirked brow. He hums as Davina glances at his lips and, once she’s finally invited him in, drops the whiskey bottle back into the box where he’d found it, forgotten. They can drink later. Right now, he wants a taste of something sweeter.
“Took you long enough,” the jest has just barely left his lips before he’s kissing her, hands cupping her cheeks before they drift down to her waist. He still feels like they aren’t close enough, but when does he ever? That’s why they’re standing here now, just barely hidden away from the chaos of a broken city and exuding a quiet desperation for even more.
If feels as though every word that leaves Kol’s lips elicits an impossibly large grin from her. Even now when he speaks of dreams that are all too often plagued by memories, from both her life and death, Davina can’t wipe the smile. It doesn’t matter that both of them have spent the last fifteen years apart, each with their own torment. They’re together now and it almost feels as if she never left his side. “Unfortunately for you -” Davina begins with a cheeky raise of her eyebrows, head titling ever so slightly as she gazes at Kol “ - I’m not very tired. And since you’ll staying up with me; you’re going to have to wait for the dreaming part.”
She’s about to say something more, some other teasing line, but his lips are on hers and suddenly everything else is unimportant. “I’m guessing this is better then a dream then?” She manages before her hands shoot up to his face, holding him tightly as if afraid he’ll pull away.
Davina is no longer soft and careful with her lips, now they move against his hungrily. Her heart races and she can feel her blood pumping furiously under her skin. For a moment she’s worried Kol might be affected by it, that he’ll feel the blood lust that was their last obstacle. But the concern is gone in a flash when she realizes that for the first time in a long time, there are no obstacles. No borrowed bodies, no curses, no Ancestors. Just Kol and her, here and now.
