fight for the things that crack light into your life

MELITA

It was bullshit, but it could always catch on with the rest of the chaotic world. She’d only just heard the plop of the rest of her bikini return to its brethren before launching. Then it was just echoes of water bounding against her ears in the rush and frenzy of movement, a laugh buoying her upwards when she finally crossed against the surface and tasted air again. She tutted against the roof of her mouth and teeth when she realized he’d escaped in that short interim, though not enough to fight the current of her silly onslaught.

Just glancing at him had her heart in knots, tangled even further at the way he floated and careened by; seemingly at peace and roused (judging by his cock very much at attention; her methods of madness and mischief all clambering back to fruition) simultaneously. Her corresponding amusement was riddled with devilry and impishness, the length of her grin ranging from sultry to Cheshire and wicked, then back again as her mind kept shifting on the best outcome. One hand went towards his cock, as if intending to grab that at his offer, then giggled once she faked out the endeavor. “Thought you wanted something else,” she winked, and as if she’d thought better of it, wrapped her fingers around his proffered grasp instead.

The current bounded off the rocks and swept right back towards them, sweeping and chasing and pushing until they were back in the center and slowly gliding towards another wall. All the while her giggles were reverberations along lanterns and him, resounding in the ringing merriment of their shared antics. She sighed though thereafter, free hand going towards his damp hair, then following down the length of his jaw, pretenses of disappointment ringing around like it was some great burden, and not her own fault. “Darn. I have nothing left to steal.”

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight