"Mmm, maybe sooner than later, then." Gently you nip again at her neck, pressing your lips into the space below her ear. Yeah, LongNight just got a lot shorter and more pleasant - and a hell of a lot warmer, too. You absolutely would not mind a repeat performance, to perhaps try out some new positions and techniques. It isn't what you'd been looking for when you sat next to her at the bonfire, but now as you stand panting and half-naked in her presence you can't help but wonder if it isn't exactly what you needed.
Still lost in the glorious post-coitus haze you murmur softly at her comment, not quite registering it at first. It isn't about fuckery, so, it's struggling to get in through your thick skull. "S'pose. Lost track, over the years." Not all of them - not even most of them - are from your job as a 'dock worker'. Most are from being a stupid teenager growing up in an island paradise. "I'm told they make me look sexy. Thoughts?"
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
