from: meme; a kiss that says 'i've missed you'.
verse: main.
they’re sitting across from one another in the bath. the steady drip drop from the faucet echoing in the quiet. it’s not an uncomfortable silence, but one that comfortably blankets over them.
his keen gaze remains steady on her, as if trying to spot the small differences in her appearance, though failing as nothing has changed at all. maybe more freckles, maybe the length of her hair but nothing so discernible that denotes time having passed. a few months isn’t too long anyways.
the water ripples as his hand surfaces, calloused fingers wrapping around her wrist and bringing her hand to his lips, pressing softly against her knuckles. his eyes slip shut briefly, savoring the feeling of her skin on his lips, to be able to be this close once more and bask in the warmth of her presence. then, golden irises once again reveal themselves and this time, they don’t hide away but remain gazing up at her as his lips venture over her wrist and up to the crook of her elbow.
there’s a firm tug, an invitation to come closer, and closer still until her knees are framing either side of his hips. his head tips back, and his hand rests now on the nape of her neck, drawing her lower until his lips meld completely against hers. there is no hesitation in exploring the depths of her, tongue dragging against the roof of her mouth as soon as the seam of her lips part. he kisses her like a man parched, a passion that only she’s grown to know. when the inevitable break for breath separates them, their foreheads bump and the tip of his nose glides along the bridge of hers. it’s not long till his mouth seeks hers again. he missed the taste of her. he missed her.
mihawk has rarely allowed another person close enough that their absence made him ache. not in the same way that hers etched a profound emptiness in him.
now, he allows @counterspll to come and go as she pleases. not that he ever had any real control over a spirit as free as her own. or, maybe he did, proven by how long she stayed in the first place.
but, he knows now that she will return, even if only temporary until she could truly stay. until she was satisfied. and, if she never was, mihawk will have to accept drucilla for all that she is. until that time came, he would not hesitate to express between these intervals of absence that he had missed her, even if the sentiment didn’t fall from his mouth with words.