my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun just grinned at Oia’i’o’s words about not wanting to be a mate or have fun. Then they kissed, and when he finally broke it off, he grinned again, this time with a bit of a wicked edge to it. ”Because it’s the best way to kiss, scribbler.” His tone was cheerful, and he was not at all perturbed by her unhappiness. With that he leaned back and waited for his next victim the bottle to finish spinning.
It landed on the second Fae in their little circle. Still grinning, eyes mischievous, Amun let his gaze sweep over Tarasha slowly and sensually. Then the potter schooched over, and attempted to reach out to brush a stray strand of hair from their forehead.
If successful, the finger he used would trace down to their cheekbone, where he would lay his palm flat on their cheek. Stroking said cheek softly with a finger, Amun would lean forward to capture their lips. Again, it started gently, but soon turned hungry, nipping at their bottom lip and tongue seeking entrance before he finally broke it off.
It landed on the second Fae in their little circle. Still grinning, eyes mischievous, Amun let his gaze sweep over Tarasha slowly and sensually. Then the potter schooched over, and attempted to reach out to brush a stray strand of hair from their forehead.
If successful, the finger he used would trace down to their cheekbone, where he would lay his palm flat on their cheek. Stroking said cheek softly with a finger, Amun would lean forward to capture their lips. Again, it started gently, but soon turned hungry, nipping at their bottom lip and tongue seeking entrance before he finally broke it off.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
