Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Her eyes drink in his approach, just as hungry as his. Sea mist splashes against the flexing of his muscles, his tall figure moving with the same ease as the constellations across his body. Stepping carefully back to draw him in, the heat in her body momentarily steams the water around her, silhouetting her form in the rising waters and the sky behind her.
When his hand finally reconnects with hers, Thal pauses, letting him close the distance between them. The interlocking of their fingers along with the firm palm against her waist makes her feel like dancing, a seductive tune filtering through her mind, manifesting in the hum of her voice as she imagines what it might be like to actually dance with Vesper. She recalls what her last few dresses looked like, all sexy corsets and lush fabrics that whispered like desire over the floor. Something tells her she wouldn't be wearing it for long in his presence.
She's swept away from thoughts of dresses and seductive dances when his breath dips down to mix with hers, drawing her in with the drawl of his words. As he pulls her down with him into the water, she lets out a gasping hiss at the cold, her legs immediately go to wrap around his waist - to anchor her in the shifting currents and steal his body heat, not even caring if they end up under the waves. Thal hooks her elbow behind his neck, bringing her face within kissing distance of his. She doesn't give in to her wants just yet, letting the water run down her body to rock gently in the motion of the ocean, her heart feeling at home in the water despite the chill setting in her limbs.
When his hand finally reconnects with hers, Thal pauses, letting him close the distance between them. The interlocking of their fingers along with the firm palm against her waist makes her feel like dancing, a seductive tune filtering through her mind, manifesting in the hum of her voice as she imagines what it might be like to actually dance with Vesper. She recalls what her last few dresses looked like, all sexy corsets and lush fabrics that whispered like desire over the floor. Something tells her she wouldn't be wearing it for long in his presence.
She's swept away from thoughts of dresses and seductive dances when his breath dips down to mix with hers, drawing her in with the drawl of his words. As he pulls her down with him into the water, she lets out a gasping hiss at the cold, her legs immediately go to wrap around his waist - to anchor her in the shifting currents and steal his body heat, not even caring if they end up under the waves. Thal hooks her elbow behind his neck, bringing her face within kissing distance of his. She doesn't give in to her wants just yet, letting the water run down her body to rock gently in the motion of the ocean, her heart feeling at home in the water despite the chill setting in her limbs.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
