⁽ ¹ ⁾ an exploration of: giving carmen a kiss. happily accepting.
they sit between the horizon, where sun - soaked skin kisses the heavens that glide above them. carmen, above all else, is a woman of her word. self dependency bred reliance, her word was gold. so her promise to @enhaunts is kept near and dear until the skies split open for the whir of machinery. everything is muscle memory, lack of intent focus blended into the crux of her gaze wherein she was more focused to listening for her reaction over comms. mesmerization is fickle in the grand scheme of life, she thinks, and she likes to chase it at every corner. she is perhaps fortunate that her career effortlessly provides her with that sentiment; the one that flips your stomach upside down and flutters up into your beating chest. it is perhaps similar to that which nell’s smile strikes in her.
it’s an easy landing, granted she’s done this more times than she could possibly attempt to recall but it would be falsehood should she maintain lack of exertion to impress. who could blame her? when canopy lifts, oxygen flooding into the cockpit, she turns in her seat to chance a glance backwards at her. helmet off and now tucked into her lap, spine twists and bends under the weight of her reaching back to pull her into a kiss: abyssal and buried deep into her flesh, like she needed the weight of her to ground her despite that which spread out beneath them now. ‟ did you enjoy that? ” she questions against the heart of her lips, only just brushing soft petals now, breaths mingling in adoration tainted semblances.
