Can't change the weather

Thalassa

In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas

His agreeance and subsequent approval pull a seductive smile to her lips, heartbeat and body temperature spiking. The bottle in her hand is momentarily forgotten as a more enticing distraction shifts closer. Thal doesn't let the growing desire make her hasty, refusing to act first out of pure stubbornness. Instead, she angles herself to face him fully, the curves of her body and horns outlined by the flashes of lightning. Her eyes scan his features, lazy in the way she appreciates his height, his hands, his eyes, his lips. Each thought brushes against possibilities and yearning. 

Seeing his own gaze on her lips, she teases the plump skin between her teeth as she lets out a sweet, melodic hum. "Hmm. The building of anticipation for that next beat sounds so... delicious." Her tongue slides over her fangs, chin lifting slightly so that her mouth inches barely closer to his, tempting. Others might find the slow, aching moment as torturous or painful, but Thal only feels the stimulation that buzzes through her body, the way the currents of her mind gently swell higher. Each breath comes deep, slipping through the small space that separates her open, waiting mouth. She revels in the feeling, the charged moment before another strike of lightning, the stirring winds before a storm, the low hum before a battle. Thal soaks it all in, fueling the ember heating in her core, the one that burns in the deep blue of her hooded eyes.

Vesper remains exactly where he is, leaning into Thalassa's space without closing the final inch between them, savoring the delicious ache of anticipation simmering in her mind. His gaze slides lazily down, fixating on the tantalizing flash of her fangs peeking from between parted lips, while a smug, half-lidded smirk curls at his own. "Delicious ain't half of it," he drawls slowly, voice as rich and dark as the whiskey they've shared, his cool blue eyes flickering back up to catch hers. "But anticipation's only as sweet as how long you let it linger. Might be you'd like to test exactly how long that can last." Maybe he was all talk and when it came right down to it, he didn't have the chops to back up what he'd been saying this whole time. Then again maybe he wanted the idea that he could back it up—and then some—to keep her up that night.

With an almost reluctant ease, he straightens up, breaking the charged closeness but not the heat that simmers between them. Vesper stands for a lingering moment, looking down at Thalassa with a gaze that betrays just enough of his thoughts: he imagines, vividly, what it might feel like to throw caution aside and have her right here, right now, on these storm-lit steps. His expression briefly wavers between hungry intent and careful restraint.

But then he flashes her a sharp, boyish grin, the silent promise clear in the gleam of his blue eyes. Without another word, he steps back into the darkness, slipping away between pulses of lightning until he's nothing but a shadow swallowed by the storm.

~FIN

I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!