Iskra
The retaliation comes out with a boyish tallying of who's struck who so far, angling for an eye for an eye out of fairness. If she's going to yank his trousers down and turn the python of his pants into a sea snake, he'd be more than happy to give her melons the chance to be buoys for the night. Or, one melon at least, all he could get his hands on in the mad scramble, her strap ridiculously easy to yank off the curve of her shoulder, as if bikinis have always been meant to barely hang on.
Despite the churning of their little competition among the water, thrashing like a pair of fish caught on a line, he is drawn to the lantern-lit glow of her pale bosom as it rises and sinks, parting the water's surface as if the liquid could fit over her nipple and keep her modest. Not that she's trying, wholly unbothered by the freedom of it, it's just the inevitable swell of her chest as she floats and contorts to dive under again.
The thrill of chasing after her has brought his blood up, and if the rush of reaching for her skin hadn't been enough, the sight of her being released in such a manner gives her a ledge for her hands, she'll soon discover. His erection greets her reach as he lunges a hand down to try and fights his shorts back, but they yank readily off the bend of his knees and into her grip, very little left to stop their slide now. "You can't take them back!" he sputters, grateful for his strong swimming skills from his time in Torchline, else he'd surely be drowning about now trying to wrestle his garments back like this.
Not about to let her get away, her reaches for her waist band, using it to attach himself rather than to peel her bottoms down.
Despite the churning of their little competition among the water, thrashing like a pair of fish caught on a line, he is drawn to the lantern-lit glow of her pale bosom as it rises and sinks, parting the water's surface as if the liquid could fit over her nipple and keep her modest. Not that she's trying, wholly unbothered by the freedom of it, it's just the inevitable swell of her chest as she floats and contorts to dive under again.
The thrill of chasing after her has brought his blood up, and if the rush of reaching for her skin hadn't been enough, the sight of her being released in such a manner gives her a ledge for her hands, she'll soon discover. His erection greets her reach as he lunges a hand down to try and fights his shorts back, but they yank readily off the bend of his knees and into her grip, very little left to stop their slide now. "You can't take them back!" he sputters, grateful for his strong swimming skills from his time in Torchline, else he'd surely be drowning about now trying to wrestle his garments back like this.
Not about to let her get away, her reaches for her waist band, using it to attach himself rather than to peel her bottoms down.
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
