Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches
White lines, black tar, the matches
Liam's gaze lingered on Thalassa as she stripped off her straps and daggers, shimmying out of her clothes with slow, sultry movements that certainly had the soldier intrigued. A slow, almost wicked smile tugged at his lips as he watched her disrobe, until she stood on the edge of the springs in nothing but a sexy black bikini. She was all smooth curves and seduction, and the combination would no doubt be intoxicating to any man.
She dove in, graceful and dangerous, lingering beneath the surface for a moment before coming back up. He waited patiently, arms outstretched along the edge of the pool, content to enjoy the warmth sinking into his bones. She would return when she was ready. There was no rush. They could take their time here today, enjoy themselves.
When Thalassa reappeared, closer to him than she'd been when she dove in, Liam regarded her with eyes that had half-closed in his relaxed state. He didn't move as she drifted closer, tracing a finger over his bare chest. He was silent for a moment, considering her question. It seemed like too many thoughts were running through his mind to possibly put them in any semblance of an order to share. "Just thinking about how to get people to understand that being a Friend of the Family is an improvement," he said finally, leaning his head back against the springs' edge.
She dove in, graceful and dangerous, lingering beneath the surface for a moment before coming back up. He waited patiently, arms outstretched along the edge of the pool, content to enjoy the warmth sinking into his bones. She would return when she was ready. There was no rush. They could take their time here today, enjoy themselves.
When Thalassa reappeared, closer to him than she'd been when she dove in, Liam regarded her with eyes that had half-closed in his relaxed state. He didn't move as she drifted closer, tracing a finger over his bare chest. He was silent for a moment, considering her question. It seemed like too many thoughts were running through his mind to possibly put them in any semblance of an order to share. "Just thinking about how to get people to understand that being a Friend of the Family is an improvement," he said finally, leaning his head back against the springs' edge.
Is this another dead by misadventure?
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey
Liam
