you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
Pushed and pulled much like the tides, you find it almost unnerving how easily you move along with her playful shove, how natural and comfortable it all feels. It'd be fucking terrifying if it wasn't so gods-damned wonderful, so intoxicating, the smell and taste of her mixing with brine and salt, filling your senses to the brim. Your free hand runs possessively over her thigh as she pulls you closer, a growl seeping through your grin. "You love 'em," comes the absolutely confident murmur, muffled as you begin to press a chain of kisses into the curve of her neck. "Y'love me."
Three words you doubted you'd ever say or believe even a year ago. My, how times have changed.
You would have liked to pursue some more good adult fun, but the forgotten Hel seems to think this is a great opportunity to retaliate for the indignity done upon it. The descend down her body is interrupted by a strange sensation on the back of your head; "What th---?" you mutter, sitting up and rubbing your hair. And of course when your hand comes away it's damp and covered in an all-too-familiar white sort of liquid. "Oh, Frey's tits, you gotta be fuckin- BIRD!"
Three words you doubted you'd ever say or believe even a year ago. My, how times have changed.
You would have liked to pursue some more good adult fun, but the forgotten Hel seems to think this is a great opportunity to retaliate for the indignity done upon it. The descend down her body is interrupted by a strange sensation on the back of your head; "What th---?" you mutter, sitting up and rubbing your hair. And of course when your hand comes away it's damp and covered in an all-too-familiar white sort of liquid. "Oh, Frey's tits, you gotta be fuckin- BIRD!"
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