Iskra
The kiss leaves him smiling too much to respond at first, content to linger in the wake of it and the warmth of her pressed close, her hands still wandering over him as if she can't quite decide what she wants to hold onto first. He certainly isn't helping matters, making no move to step away, head dipped slightly toward hers as though the space she'd put back between them is already too much. There is something dangerously easy about falling into these moments with her, becoming greedy for every touch, every laugh, every look she gives him.
A laugh slips out a moment later, low and warm. "The full test for these shorts." Board shorts, after all, are meant to get wet. His fingers slide over one of her hands where it rests on him, threading through hers and capturing it there, holding it against him for a bit longer. Then he gives her a gentle squeeze before starting to walk her back to the water's edge where the lanterns cast their reflections over the pool in fractured ripples of color. "Are they color-changing?" he wonders with a playful edge. "Maybe they get brighter when they're wet. Reveal secret Honeybee writing all over them."
His free hand slips beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, taking the undershirt with it as he slowly pulls both upward, freeing his skin for the seat of her hand that had been at his waistband. Fabric drags over skin inch by inch, revealing the array of his ink, before he finally peels everything over his head and lets it hang from one hand, releasing hers in the process. The cooler night air settles over him immediately, and he rakes a hand back through his hair before looking at her again. "How could I say no?"
A laugh slips out a moment later, low and warm. "The full test for these shorts." Board shorts, after all, are meant to get wet. His fingers slide over one of her hands where it rests on him, threading through hers and capturing it there, holding it against him for a bit longer. Then he gives her a gentle squeeze before starting to walk her back to the water's edge where the lanterns cast their reflections over the pool in fractured ripples of color. "Are they color-changing?" he wonders with a playful edge. "Maybe they get brighter when they're wet. Reveal secret Honeybee writing all over them."
His free hand slips beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, taking the undershirt with it as he slowly pulls both upward, freeing his skin for the seat of her hand that had been at his waistband. Fabric drags over skin inch by inch, revealing the array of his ink, before he finally peels everything over his head and lets it hang from one hand, releasing hers in the process. The cooler night air settles over him immediately, and he rakes a hand back through his hair before looking at her again. "How could I say no?"
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
