[RA] [SE] polished like precious stones

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

The dimples that deepen in her freckled cheeks betray her before any form of flush can climb to join them, the immediacy of his acquiescence - and the rumble of his voice before he is distracted - heady no matter how many years go by. It's enough to convince her to a life of sobriety because surely she wouldn't miss the feeling, alcohol has no hope of achieving that sort of immediate buzz.

Alas, he is sharp as always and the reality of her request dawns in hedged trepidation on his face. Not nearly so handsome as the cut of his smirk, but perhaps she'll see it again tonight.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest to try and appear sterner than she feels, Evie's lips twitch as she smiles through an otherwise furrowed brow. "I'm very aware you're allergic to being pampered, but at least let me try before you distract me." As if her eyes aren't following his hands the moment they reach for his pants, fingertips pressing into her own bicep to remind herself that restraint matters, Evie. Best to back up a bit, put the bed between them until he's in position. Just to be closer to the oils and lotions, no other reason. And to force herself to look away for at least a moment.

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me