MELITA
Melita was swiftly becoming aware of becoming a victim of her own defiance and obstinance. This wasn’t a first occurrence, nor would it be the last, but as he toyed his own teasing measures, she found herself grinding and clenching her jaw, eyes narrowed, increasingly annoyed that he hadn’t been bothered by her painstaking slowness. It seemed she was being punished for the stubborn and seditious will, and it was a little bite to the back of her mind as she deigned to lift her chin. It was hardly seen through the thick muffler and scarf over her features, but there just the same, gaze watching him as he waded further (and then she lost some of the image of his muscles as they disappeared into the springs, which was also a shame), and then he opted to float (exposing them again, so really, she was a bit torn) – The fucking flaunting really began to ground on her gears, and she huffed again, removing one more coat and adding it to the slowly growing pile. Half of her wondered why she had to be so pigheaded and mutinous all the time, and the other portion merely contorted within her spine, an ongoing feud and battle of the Honeybee’s self-imposed impertinence. “Yeah, I bet,” she retorted weakly, slowly succumbing to the reality that she was being stubborn just for its own sake.
Maybe she’d fuckin’ nail him with a snowball again…
Sighing, and pretending he wasn’t influencing her decision in a variety of ways, she gave over another sweater (once more, stolen from him), and the initial layer of pants. Before long, she was down to the base layer, but her teeth had started chattering, body shivering, muttering stringing and muted as her scarf was ultimately removed. Already curling in on herself, peeling away the final portions seemed disastrous, but she did it quickly once she’d started, revealing naught more than her Torchline-influenced bikini, complete with greenery adorned in little palm trees and a rising sea.
Then, on desperation, she plunked herself in. It was an almost instant relief as the warmth enveloped over her, and she tried to hide the surprised and gratified gasp slipping from her open mouth. “I guess this is nice,” she admitted, already ducking down so the water could engulf her all the way up to her neck.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
