”Mmm,” she agrees, looking at the rather inviting water. ”Only if you don’t let me drown.” There’s truth to that statement, but also something playful, as if suggesting he may just have to hold her up. Even if she doesn’t actually need that. ”Clothes seem vaguely useless for swimming,” she adds as he plucks at her pants again.
He shifts to press them closer together, and she does the same, spinning her torso to better face his. Her hand finds his chest, fingers running lightly up his bare skin, until they come to rest on his shoulder. Her fingers move in lazy circles in the area, tracing the outlines of bones and muscles. The kiss is enjoyable, deep and rich and lazy like the sun above their heads and the day spread out before them. She is in no rush.
He shifts to press them closer together, and she does the same, spinning her torso to better face his. Her hand finds his chest, fingers running lightly up his bare skin, until they come to rest on his shoulder. Her fingers move in lazy circles in the area, tracing the outlines of bones and muscles. The kiss is enjoyable, deep and rich and lazy like the sun above their heads and the day spread out before them. She is in no rush.
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Quote by Charles Dickens
