ISKRA
His success is incredibly wet. It's already a splashing flurry, but with the addition of her flailing foot drawing up a sheet of water like a bird's plumage, he's forced to turn his head away and shut his eyes to the motion of it all. The peal of her laughter and the resounding sound of her hitting the surface soon thereafter leaves his grin like a permanent fixture. It does require a hand serving as a squeegee for his face once he's released her back to the pool's embrace.
His attempt is soon made pointless when she shakes off, his hands lifting as a poor shield. "You've spent too much time around Goose," he complains with a puff of air aimed up at the water dripping freshly from his face. There's no honesty to the bite, just a playful jeer being returned.
The moment he had her in his arms had been too brief to celebrate, and certainly lacked the tenderness he could imagine instead. Now though, he sees the way she's pulling in closer, and though he's wary she's still half a mind to leap on him and turn the tables of this predator and prey game, he's impossibly drawn in by the chance it could be something else, something more. He leans in too, her question remaining unanswered while he starts to sink into the stare she's turned on him. Time feels impossible to keep track of with her, especially when she's this close. "Any time with you is always preferrable," he confesses before erasing the remaining distance to claim her mouth. No splashes or shoves or giggles this time.
His attempt is soon made pointless when she shakes off, his hands lifting as a poor shield. "You've spent too much time around Goose," he complains with a puff of air aimed up at the water dripping freshly from his face. There's no honesty to the bite, just a playful jeer being returned.
The moment he had her in his arms had been too brief to celebrate, and certainly lacked the tenderness he could imagine instead. Now though, he sees the way she's pulling in closer, and though he's wary she's still half a mind to leap on him and turn the tables of this predator and prey game, he's impossibly drawn in by the chance it could be something else, something more. He leans in too, her question remaining unanswered while he starts to sink into the stare she's turned on him. Time feels impossible to keep track of with her, especially when she's this close. "Any time with you is always preferrable," he confesses before erasing the remaining distance to claim her mouth. No splashes or shoves or giggles this time.
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
