king of the sea ( autoplay )

          She’s forgotten just what it is she’s looking for when she feels the tug of his hand and the touch of his lips on her own. It’s so easy for him to make her forget what she’s doing simply by capturing her in a kiss. She doesn’t mind it, in fact, she thrives for it, craves it like oxygen.            A hand slides along his coat until it rests on his shoulder, grip suddenly tightening as she feels a heat stirring within her. His kisses make her weak at the knees and he knows it. A soft hum escapes her. ⊰ Mhmm… you know what that does to me… ⊱

                hook rests against the small of her back as fingers tangle in delicate blond strands framing him like scattered sunlight through window shutters. the sight of her, above him, sends warmth pooling low in his belly, desire creeping up on him, reminding him of moonlit nights of limbs tangled together in heated passion. if her words, and the grip on his shoulder were any indication, she was feeling the same. lips brush against her in a simple caress, delicately tracing the curve, humming in return.

          She craves his kisses more and more with each passing day. He can be so tender, soft and inviting and yet, firm, possessive, wanting. She melts at his touch, compliant and willing. Pulling away from him is a chore, reluctant as always to part from his lips, but she needs to breathe again, needs to look him in the eyes.           Fingers smooth over his lapels that she’s wrinkled within how tight her grasp is. Tongue washes over her lips quickly, lips pulling into a large smile. His voice is music to her ears, those three little words like a lullaby she wants to hear every night before she falls to sleep. ⊰ I love you, Killian… You are… what I’ve been searching for     my entire life… I never thought I could feel this way… ⊱ 

                he cannot help but watch as tongue flits across her lips, desire to chase it tamed only by the words she offers between them. heart flutters wildly in his chest, and he feels as if he’s been adrift at sea with land suddenly in sight. she breathes new life into his veins, and he can do nothing but stare openly into her honest gaze. 

                                                            what had he done to deserve such love?

first order of business:                     purge most, if not all, of my inbox. it’s gotta go. 

second order:                     resize icons. i’ll be going down to 75x75. also font size change to sup + small

third order:                     determine which threads to keep. for some shall be kept.

fourth order:                     remake theme. it’s time for a change/something much cleaner and nicer