[There's an intensity to the look he gives her that sends another thrill racing through her veins--it's a look she's seen before, both in Coriolis and outside of it, but always from afar, always directed at someone else. It's almost enough to make her breath stop in her lungs to see it directed at her... Wave lets him guide her into the wall, unable to pull her eyes from his, and when she feels his hands beneath her ass, cool and strong against her bare skin as he lifts her, her own drink falls from her hands, forgotten.
How can she think about a drink right now? Kaeya's lifted her so that the moonlight falls over her, but she's looking at how it lights him from behind, filtering through his hair and cresting on the muscles of his arms and shoulders--how even with his face half-shadowed, she can see that intensity in his eyes.]
I--
["--wouldn't forget you" is the rest of that sentence, but then Kaeya's kissing her and everything she was thinking about dissolves in a rush of feeling, the stone at her back and the steel of his arms and the press of his lips against hers. Obligingly she relaxes into his hold, lips parting to deepen the kiss and one hand coming up to cup his jaw, the other tangling into his hair. He can do anything he wants as long as he keeps kissing her like this; right now all she wants to do is encourage him, using the little bit of leverage she has to meet him and match his fervor.
(But what he maybe doesn't realize is that he's already guaranteed that Wave will never forget him; he managed that long ago.)]
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How can she think about a drink right now? Kaeya's lifted her so that the moonlight falls over her, but she's looking at how it lights him from behind, filtering through his hair and cresting on the muscles of his arms and shoulders--how even with his face half-shadowed, she can see that intensity in his eyes.]
I--
["--wouldn't forget you" is the rest of that sentence, but then Kaeya's kissing her and everything she was thinking about dissolves in a rush of feeling, the stone at her back and the steel of his arms and the press of his lips against hers. Obligingly she relaxes into his hold, lips parting to deepen the kiss and one hand coming up to cup his jaw, the other tangling into his hair. He can do anything he wants as long as he keeps kissing her like this; right now all she wants to do is encourage him, using the little bit of leverage she has to meet him and match his fervor.
(But what he maybe doesn't realize is that he's already guaranteed that Wave will never forget him; he managed that long ago.)]