It might not feel real in his head yet, but physically he was well on his way to convinced. As Daffy went up on her tiptoes, arms around his neck, he lifted her up higher, hands under her to hoist her properly off the floor – to put them on a more even plane, to feel her closer against him, to deepen the kiss for a moment.
Somehow, at the same time, he was caught up in the memory of the first time they’d kissed – or, rather, when Daffy had, almost unexpectedly, kissed him in his workshop. For all the lightness on the surface, it had felt like something deeper even then – serious and overwhelming and impossibly significant, some infinitesimal shift of the universe he had actually felt beneath his feet. He felt it again now. They had waited long enough that Elias had supposed the wanting might be less by now. It wasn’t: very real, she said, all yours – and even so, there was a brimming sense of urgency in his chest.
So he considered following through on the carrying-her-up-the-stairs threat, but he didn’t want to rush her and besides was worried he would ruin her dress somehow, by stumbling over it or tearing the delicate fabric. Instead he just deposited her onto a stair or two above him, to let her lead the way up – but paused there again, with one hand on her waist and the other pushing her hair back in order to press a slow kiss to her neck.
Somehow, at the same time, he was caught up in the memory of the first time they’d kissed – or, rather, when Daffy had, almost unexpectedly, kissed him in his workshop. For all the lightness on the surface, it had felt like something deeper even then – serious and overwhelming and impossibly significant, some infinitesimal shift of the universe he had actually felt beneath his feet. He felt it again now. They had waited long enough that Elias had supposed the wanting might be less by now. It wasn’t: very real, she said, all yours – and even so, there was a brimming sense of urgency in his chest.
So he considered following through on the carrying-her-up-the-stairs threat, but he didn’t want to rush her and besides was worried he would ruin her dress somehow, by stumbling over it or tearing the delicate fabric. Instead he just deposited her onto a stair or two above him, to let her lead the way up – but paused there again, with one hand on her waist and the other pushing her hair back in order to press a slow kiss to her neck.
look ANOTHER beautiful bee!set <3