I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper's eyes half-close at the first press of her back to his chest, her body slotting against his like she’d been made to fit there. The water chills his feet, but it’s her—her heat, her shape, her scent—that floods his senses, drowning out the salt and sea spray with something far more potent. His thumb traces idle circles against her hip as she hums her innocence, her voice playing mock-sweet in his ear, and it drags a slow smirk from his lips.
"Mm. No idea at all, huh?" he murmurs, voice curling dark and amused as his teeth graze lightly over the shell of her ear. "Then I must be imagining the way your tail's flirtin' with my patience."
He doesn’t stop her. Doesn’t flinch as that wicked appendage winds between his legs, tempting, coaxing, setting the tension low in his belly alight again. Instead, his hand drifts from her chest, fingertips trailing slowly down her sternum to her stomach, featherlight over her skin like the ghost of a promise not yet made good on.
His shadows shift restlessly at their feet, curling into the tide like smoke in ink, drawn to the pulse rising between them. But for now, he holds them back, his breath steady against the curve of her throat. "You’re a fucking storm in soft skin," he says quietly, almost like it’s a secret. His hand flexes against her stomach. He could drag his fingers lower—he wants to. Knows she’s still wet, knows just how easy it would be to press between her thighs and feel the proof of what he’s done to her all over again. It takes effort—real effort—not to give in, but somehow he manages to keep his hand where it is.
"Now get in the fuckin' water." His palm gives one final, possessive drag over her hip, then releases her entirely, stepping back just enough for the sea breeze to slip between them like a dare.
"Mm. No idea at all, huh?" he murmurs, voice curling dark and amused as his teeth graze lightly over the shell of her ear. "Then I must be imagining the way your tail's flirtin' with my patience."
He doesn’t stop her. Doesn’t flinch as that wicked appendage winds between his legs, tempting, coaxing, setting the tension low in his belly alight again. Instead, his hand drifts from her chest, fingertips trailing slowly down her sternum to her stomach, featherlight over her skin like the ghost of a promise not yet made good on.
His shadows shift restlessly at their feet, curling into the tide like smoke in ink, drawn to the pulse rising between them. But for now, he holds them back, his breath steady against the curve of her throat. "You’re a fucking storm in soft skin," he says quietly, almost like it’s a secret. His hand flexes against her stomach. He could drag his fingers lower—he wants to. Knows she’s still wet, knows just how easy it would be to press between her thighs and feel the proof of what he’s done to her all over again. It takes effort—real effort—not to give in, but somehow he manages to keep his hand where it is.
"Now get in the fuckin' water." His palm gives one final, possessive drag over her hip, then releases her entirely, stepping back just enough for the sea breeze to slip between them like a dare.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
