Koa
You keep telling me to live right
Technically Flora had been first - the first in many, many ways. But dwelling on their disastrous past doesn't feel like the move, and Koa's only response to the comment is to tighten his grip on her hand. It's you now, he wants to say, but the words catch in his throat. Flora has made it perfectly clear that words are not enough, and Koa is a man of action.
Time to flex his strengths.
(It's muscles. He's flexing his muscles.)
She's light and comfortable on his back, even waterlogged as they both are. Maybe some of that comes from the buoyancy afforded by young spring love, the lightness afforded his every step by the simple truth that he's here with her. Flora's voice caresses his ear with the wild warmth of an ocean breeze; "As you wish,"Wesley Koa rumbles in response, unable to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine. His arms wrap firmly beneath her knees, fingers finding purchase on the smooth skin that stretches over well-toned calves.
"Comfortable?" he asks as they take their first steps, bending down to press a kiss against the arm around his neck.
Time to flex his strengths.
(It's muscles. He's flexing his muscles.)
She's light and comfortable on his back, even waterlogged as they both are. Maybe some of that comes from the buoyancy afforded by young spring love, the lightness afforded his every step by the simple truth that he's here with her. Flora's voice caresses his ear with the wild warmth of an ocean breeze; "As you wish,"
"Comfortable?" he asks as they take their first steps, bending down to press a kiss against the arm around his neck.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
