Kissing meme #8 for sappy overwhelmed silverflint or #18+19 for any ship ever
8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
Silver isnāt expecting it, the first time Flint kisses him.Ā Ā
Itās not that Flintās merely caught him off guard or taken him by surprise, either; it simply doesnāt occur to Silver that Flint mightĀ want to kiss him until it actually happens. Heās been so caught up in the idea of James McGrawās great, lost love that heād never considered Captain Flint might someday have one of his own.
Thereās nothing particularly momentous about it, this kiss. Thereās no heartfelt baring of emotions preceding it; no heated fight that leads into passionate lovemaking; no one standing below a balcony shouting poetic declarations of eternal love. Itās just him and Flint, bent over a map and chatting about possible courses they could plot to and around Nassau.Ā
Silver makes some inane, self-deprecating joke about using his peg as an anchor and keeping them from moving forward. He only half-means it: Flintās lessons have done a world of good in helping him regain some self-confidence (not that heād admit it), but heās not sure heāll ever be truly comfortable with his one-legged body.Ā
Instead of merely brushing it off, like he usually does when Silverās being petty or pathetic about his leg, Flint objects.
āYou shouldnāt talk about yourself like that.ā
Silver shrugs, unperturbed. Heād rather mock his own shortcomings than listen to others do the same.
Flint sighs.Ā āYou still underestimate your own importance. Youāre not some - some anchor holding us back. The only person youāre holding back is yourself.ā
Silver glances up at him, surprised by the surety in his voice. Itās then that he realizes Flint is much closer than he was before. He feels himself flush, hyper aware of the hair expose by Flintās open shirt; the freckles dashed across his cheeks and chest; the stern slope of his neck. He forces himself to look back at the map. Itās as uninspiring as ever, but at least Silver wonāt make a fool of himself looking at these particular curves and divots.Ā
āYou say that, but my hair gets tangled in low hanging branches all the time. I think itās the trees that are holding me back, really. I should just shave it all off, like you.ā
Flint chuckles, and Silver tries not to be too pleased with himself.Ā Silver startles, though, when he feels hand card through his hair, pulling lightly at the tangle of curls. His eyes fall close without his consent as he relishes in the gentle touch.
āIt would be a terrible tragedy, losing your hair,ā Flint says, and Silver smirks.
āI could say the same about yours. I swear, when I - ā
Flint kisses him then, and suddenly whatever Silver was going to say about the captainās hair seems unimportant. He can feel his hands begin to tremble, overcome by a sudden rush of nerves and want, and so he fists them at his side. He doesnāt touch Flint, doesnāt throw his arms around the captainās shoulders and sink into the kiss like he wants to: heās almost certain that if he moves at all heāll ruin it somehow, make Flint come to his senses.Ā
Flint pulls back after a moment, cupping Silverās cheeks and running his thumbs along his cheekbones. Silver doesnāt open his ayes, too overwhelmed by all heās feeling and too afraid of what heāll see on Flintās face.
āSilverā¦?ā Flint asks, hesitant. In response, Silver finally fists his hands in Flintās shirt, tugging him closer and pressing his face into the other manās neck to breathe him in.
Flint relaxes into him, wrapping his arms around Silverās middle, and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. It serves to ground him, as all of Flintās little gestures seem to do, but still Silver does not feel brave enough to look him in the eye just yet. Heās not sure he wants Flint to know the exact depth of this greedy, jealous love heās tried so hard to hide.
āItās alright,ā he murmurs, rubbing reassuring circles on Silverās back.Ā āTake your time. Iāll be here.ā