the night is lovely as a rose

”And I think you’re a hopeless flatterer. But I love it.” Vai grins, stretching out decadently on the rug (and over Zeph), more than happy to let the warmth of their bodies chase away the chill of the sea. At his suggestion (and his squeeze of her ass), the witch feels a filthy smile tug at her lips as well, and it’s little effort to swing a leg over his hips and settle herself astride him. ”I’ve got a few suggestions,” she murmurs, leaning in close again to taste his lips, hands running down the length of his chest. ”But you better sit tight, or we’ll both end up falling into the ocean again.” Already her fingers have found the bottom of his shirt, pushing up so her kisses can drop lower, over tanned musculature and the odd scar, nipping playfully here and there. vervain I am always on your side