MELITA
“Is there such a thing?” she laughed again, pushing the remaining hairs out of her face that had already escaped her braid. A rhetorical question, probably, but she delighted in the teasing and taunting, drawing portions together into little pitfalls and traps until she had him right where she wanted him…Bait taken, she grinned at the confession, preening the moment his mouth claimed hers. It probably wasn’t necessary to utilize ruses or dangle snares to get here and this, but she glorified in it all the same, feral little heart beating rapidly in success, triumph, and contentment the instant his lips sought her. Giving up the ghost, she unfurled her arms to drape over his shoulders, and would be wholly satisfied in simply wrapping her legs around his waist and dangling there, with enough height vantage to take and snag for herself, but opted to float amidst the warm plumes, absorbed and transfixed. No fight, no flight, she returned the fervor in equal measure, granting the ardor in return, kissing him back in that languid, listless notion that they had all the time in the world. Maybe they did. Melita was never one for anything more than an impulsive, emboldened concept, until it smacked her upside the head, later on down the road.
Why she’d fought this for so long, she couldn’t explain or fathom anymore; and pulling away only slightly, she gave a smug snicker. “Mm, but probably not very relaxing.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
