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A soft, stunned breath breaks into a laugh, bubbling up before she can catch it. Flora squeezes her eyes shut, not from humour but relief; bright and mortified and almost dizzy with it. Gods, she’d really thought...she shakes her head, already wincing at herself. Apparently neither of them had been thinking clearly, but at least now the ache in her chest loosens, diffusing into the water between them.
The moment his hand finds hers, her fingers tighten reflexively, warm and grateful, tugging on him like a lifeline. She draws herself against him without hesitation, pressing forward until the distance evaporates, skin brushing skin and her other hand resting lightly against his chest, grounding herself in the steady thrum of him.
"Assborn," she complains affectionately. "I thought—" Her voice hitches on the leftover absurdity of it, laughter curling around the words as she tilts her head up at him. "I thought you’d channelled Mel in for a quick threesome or something." With the ground just brushing the tips of her toes now, she shifts her weight and begins to buoyantly bounce backward through the waves, not letting go of his hand.
The moment his hand finds hers, her fingers tighten reflexively, warm and grateful, tugging on him like a lifeline. She draws herself against him without hesitation, pressing forward until the distance evaporates, skin brushing skin and her other hand resting lightly against his chest, grounding herself in the steady thrum of him.
"Assborn," she complains affectionately. "I thought—" Her voice hitches on the leftover absurdity of it, laughter curling around the words as she tilts her head up at him. "I thought you’d channelled Mel in for a quick threesome or something." With the ground just brushing the tips of her toes now, she shifts her weight and begins to buoyantly bounce backward through the waves, not letting go of his hand.
