Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
His name seems to fit him perfectly, from the piercing blue eyes to his sharp personality. She lets her eyes run across his face, committing the name to memory - not that she would soon forget it. With his face so close to hers, she stares directly into his eyes, the meeting of vast oceans taking and leaving bits of each other int he moment. Her voice finally spans the miniscule distance between them. "Thalassa." In a husky tone, she adds, "But it's easier to moan 'Thal'." With a flirty wink, she flattens back on her heels relishing in the heat his body gives off in the chilly ocean air. Thal cocks her head to the side, giving him a feline grin. "Thanks for playing with me." Reaching out to place her hand behind him, she pulls herself closer to his body in a rough jerk. "But you could be a bit more aggressive." The challenge stands as an invitation and a recommendation as she lifts a cocky eyebrow up at him.
With a deep chuckle, she steps back in preparation to return to her awaiting crew. They are used to her random outings although they are probably anxiously wanting to depart now that their ship is repaired. But a few more moments with Pierce way be worth it later on.
