and I loved you so much it was making me sick
The taste of orange, pineapple and rum sounds divine right now, in the clinging heat of the springs, and Vai hums her approval (and it's not just the prospect of the cocktail, either). Leaning into his touch, it's almost a shame that he goes swanning off, the witch pouting over her shoulder as if to ask him what is so important that it negates taking off her clothes. But then of course he does turn, and her expression melds into delight and almost relief - because she is sure that Zeph is well aware that he has found precisely the thing they came for.
Granted, she's not looking at the lily for more than a second or so, completely captivated by the man before her, the way his mischief brings a younger man bubbling to the surface, the feel of his lips against her hand. "More than pretty enough. C'mere, you." Giggling, Vai tugs him closer, leaning in to try and press her lips against his in a kiss.
Granted, she's not looking at the lily for more than a second or so, completely captivated by the man before her, the way his mischief brings a younger man bubbling to the surface, the feel of his lips against her hand. "More than pretty enough. C'mere, you." Giggling, Vai tugs him closer, leaning in to try and press her lips against his in a kiss.
