MAEA
Scarlet crept up her neck to bloom like that elusive rose on her cheeks. She sat very still, hardly daring to breathe. This? Not the drowning, surely, so even she could find no other interpretation than this meaning this, the hug and the small talk and... and his mouth was so very close that she could taste his breath. A wild impulse to lean in and find out what it might feel like against her own crossed her mind - it would be easy, all she had to do was angle her chin up –
Then suddenly a cacophony of shrill cries cut through the silence, causing Maea to flinch in surprise. A flock of seagulls swept past their little skerry, only to turn back around and return, closer this time. Flustered and disappointed by the interruptions, Maea squinted towards the cliffs and spotted the telltale signs of a bird colony; cliffside nests and the white streaks of guano staining the rock.
Letting out a shaky breath, she was suddenly hyper aware of every place their bodies connected, the pleasant warmth turning feverish and overwhelming. Like some spell had broken and she'd plunged back into the cold realm of overthinking and disbelief. "... then, maybe we do it again sometime," she murmured, trying desperately to disconnect in a way that wouldn't make it seem like she objected to his response. Not a rejection, only self-consciousness now that they weren't alone... as if seagulls might judge her for slipping up and indulging in desires she'd spent a decade denying even existed. "Maybe we should leave... before the birds come for us."
Then suddenly a cacophony of shrill cries cut through the silence, causing Maea to flinch in surprise. A flock of seagulls swept past their little skerry, only to turn back around and return, closer this time. Flustered and disappointed by the interruptions, Maea squinted towards the cliffs and spotted the telltale signs of a bird colony; cliffside nests and the white streaks of guano staining the rock.
Letting out a shaky breath, she was suddenly hyper aware of every place their bodies connected, the pleasant warmth turning feverish and overwhelming. Like some spell had broken and she'd plunged back into the cold realm of overthinking and disbelief. "... then, maybe we do it again sometime," she murmured, trying desperately to disconnect in a way that wouldn't make it seem like she objected to his response. Not a rejection, only self-consciousness now that they weren't alone... as if seagulls might judge her for slipping up and indulging in desires she'd spent a decade denying even existed. "Maybe we should leave... before the birds come for us."
Bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
