She grins, a bit wickedly. ”Given that it is somewhat itchy and annoying, no, perhaps not how you want me to remember you,” she says with a wink. He continues to nibble at her skin, stopping to respond to her comment and she nods, though there is nothing more to say to it.
His laugh brings one of her own though. ”No, you would turn into a popsicle.” Which means that this is nothing more than a bit of fun, a diversion for a time, though they both knew that.
His kissing continues, and leans back, letting him explore. One hand holds her up, propped on the sand behind her. The other explores, tracing light and delicate lines with her fingers against his skin, skipping gently up and down his back with her nails.
His laugh brings one of her own though. ”No, you would turn into a popsicle.” Which means that this is nothing more than a bit of fun, a diversion for a time, though they both knew that.
His kissing continues, and leans back, letting him explore. One hand holds her up, propped on the sand behind her. The other explores, tracing light and delicate lines with her fingers against his skin, skipping gently up and down his back with her nails.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
