Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
She can see that he takes these new words more seriously than the last, a thoughtfulness softening the sharp laugh lines. Her brown eyes scan his approaching features to ensure he doesn't find offense in her analysis, especially since there's nothing wrong with still figuring out who he is. That's the point of life after all. Even those who claim to know who they are discover new things about themselves over time.
Interested to see how he might respond, Elizabeth leans forward slightly as his mouth opens - only to have her attention ripped away by the slap of a hand against her chest. It's too solid to go unnoticed and the brush against the thin fabric over her nipple couldn't have been ignored if she tried. A jolt shoots up her spine, equal parts shock and unexpected pleasure as she lets out a sharp gasp. It'd been so long that her body flares like a stove with the gas left on, sharp and sudden enough to overwhelm every thought in the vicinity with an explosion of sensation.
Only the abundance of logic in her system and the very loud fact that she knows Iskra wouldn't mean it in such a way has her crossing her arms and moving a fraction of a millimeter away, but the vibrant maroon spreading across her cheeks and blood pumping in her ears are unmistakable facts of her volatile reaction. His own embarrassment makes it easier to begin damage mitigation, although the slick water caressing every curve isn't helping. Still, she gathers enough wit to take a deep breath squeezing herself one more time before releasing the hold on her chest in an attempt to also release the tension taking hold in every muscle.
Elizabeth bites at her lip unintentionally, doing her best to contain the natural desire nipping at her thoughts. Glancing up at Iskra with her wide, brown eyes, she moves threateningly closer, resigned in what she has to do. Her voice is soft and almost apologetic as she says, "I'm not angry, but for the sake of principle..." She socks him in the upper arm, hard enough to be a warning but lacking the ire to be truly painful - not that her meager strength would allow such a thing anyways. More than anything, there's a resulting splash that follows her movement and a resolutely playful smile through the tingling that still reverberates down her nerves.
Interested to see how he might respond, Elizabeth leans forward slightly as his mouth opens - only to have her attention ripped away by the slap of a hand against her chest. It's too solid to go unnoticed and the brush against the thin fabric over her nipple couldn't have been ignored if she tried. A jolt shoots up her spine, equal parts shock and unexpected pleasure as she lets out a sharp gasp. It'd been so long that her body flares like a stove with the gas left on, sharp and sudden enough to overwhelm every thought in the vicinity with an explosion of sensation.
Only the abundance of logic in her system and the very loud fact that she knows Iskra wouldn't mean it in such a way has her crossing her arms and moving a fraction of a millimeter away, but the vibrant maroon spreading across her cheeks and blood pumping in her ears are unmistakable facts of her volatile reaction. His own embarrassment makes it easier to begin damage mitigation, although the slick water caressing every curve isn't helping. Still, she gathers enough wit to take a deep breath squeezing herself one more time before releasing the hold on her chest in an attempt to also release the tension taking hold in every muscle.
Elizabeth bites at her lip unintentionally, doing her best to contain the natural desire nipping at her thoughts. Glancing up at Iskra with her wide, brown eyes, she moves threateningly closer, resigned in what she has to do. Her voice is soft and almost apologetic as she says, "I'm not angry, but for the sake of principle..." She socks him in the upper arm, hard enough to be a warning but lacking the ire to be truly painful - not that her meager strength would allow such a thing anyways. More than anything, there's a resulting splash that follows her movement and a resolutely playful smile through the tingling that still reverberates down her nerves.
Elizabeth
