Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The innocent lilt of her tone and expression weakens with the shiver that his teeth cause, a low hum of 'uncertainty' bordering on a moan as her eyes drift halfway closed. "Not a clue." Her hands ride his as Vesper travels them lower down her abdomen, her breaths growing slightly heavier with anticipation. When they stop short, she has to keep herself from pressing them down to where she's beginning to ache between her legs, trying to be 'patient'.
As his hold tightens, flexes, she wonders if he might give her what she wants, a lazy grin spreading across her face; but it slips away as he draws back to leave the cold ocean breeze against her back. It cools the spiking of her temperature a few degrees, and a calculating thought slips through the clarity, analyzing his 'command.' Thal turns slowly, her body on full display from the dark locks to her hardening nipples to the curve of her hips to the continued movements of her thin blue-black tail.
She takes the dare, stepping forward so that she's within his space again, lifting her hand slowly to run it across his chest and down, trailing, lingering, teasing with the light brush of her fingers. A fanged grin is across her luscious lips as she tilts her head up towards his, her voice barely a whisper of hot air as she says, "Only if you come with me." Like the humming energy before a lightning strike, the silence that stretches before a storm, she hovers there a moment, tempting. Then the feel of her hand lightens as she steps back, deeper into the water. Even when the tips of her fingers lose contact with his chest, they remain outstretched, an invitation accompanied by the mischievous glow of her hooded blue eyes as the cold waters splash higher up her legs, a beacon of desire slipping into the ocean.
As his hold tightens, flexes, she wonders if he might give her what she wants, a lazy grin spreading across her face; but it slips away as he draws back to leave the cold ocean breeze against her back. It cools the spiking of her temperature a few degrees, and a calculating thought slips through the clarity, analyzing his 'command.' Thal turns slowly, her body on full display from the dark locks to her hardening nipples to the curve of her hips to the continued movements of her thin blue-black tail.
She takes the dare, stepping forward so that she's within his space again, lifting her hand slowly to run it across his chest and down, trailing, lingering, teasing with the light brush of her fingers. A fanged grin is across her luscious lips as she tilts her head up towards his, her voice barely a whisper of hot air as she says, "Only if you come with me." Like the humming energy before a lightning strike, the silence that stretches before a storm, she hovers there a moment, tempting. Then the feel of her hand lightens as she steps back, deeper into the water. Even when the tips of her fingers lose contact with his chest, they remain outstretched, an invitation accompanied by the mischievous glow of her hooded blue eyes as the cold waters splash higher up her legs, a beacon of desire slipping into the ocean.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
