[SE] hotline

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Thal is absolutely being a tease, and she'd love to play the same game they did before, to watch him lose that cool again; but the water is very cold, and her patience is all but spent for the day. She can feel that Vesper is just as ready to get on with things - the feathering of his jaw, the tightening of his hold around her, the dark storm of his own eyes. It makes her so hot despite the ocean lapping at her arms and back, pulling him closer as he settles onto his knees. 

As much as she loves a man on his knees, close to begging, Thal has already gotten her fix for the afternoon and the desire is easily unraveling her restraint, making her hasty, needy. She flexes her thighs around him, dragging her chest up his as she arches her back. The whisper of her breath over his mouth is dangerously warm, dripping with undisguised lust. "Maybe we should be quick then." 

There's only a hint of a smile on her face, a drop of playfulness amidst the ocean of her mind before she seals their lips in a kiss, lightning-quick but still soft. Her stubbornness makes her play with the fire of her own temptation even as her desperation can be felt in the grabbing of her hands to anchor her mouth to his. The gradual ministration of her mouth moves in time with the waves like they're the song that she's always been meant to sing. It calls for Vesper to be the duet, adding to her melody like the thunder following her lightning.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa