His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
You let her come in for a kiss (you'll always let her come in for a kiss), feeling very pleased with yourself indeed. And if you're pulling her shirt off as she kisses you, well, really you're just trying to be extra helpful, preparing her for the swim ahead and all that. No ulterior motives here. No sir. Not you.
Once again you reluctantly turn away, returning to your bag to deposit the precious flower into a small box and tuck it within. That done, you strip off your own clothes, turning back to see what progress she's made in that department.
No matter how clothed she is or is not, you waste no time in kneeling and scooping her up, cradling her against your chest with a brazen, brilliant grin. A kiss is laid against her forehead, and then you step towards the spring. "Now, I know we got this flower'n all, but we prob'ly oughta try out th'water too. Y'know. For science."
She'll have a moment to reply or make any final preparations before you stride over towards the lip of the spring and unceremoniously drop the both of you within, half-jumping with her held tight in your arms, the warm water covering you in a delightful, soothing, euphoric wave.
Once again you reluctantly turn away, returning to your bag to deposit the precious flower into a small box and tuck it within. That done, you strip off your own clothes, turning back to see what progress she's made in that department.
No matter how clothed she is or is not, you waste no time in kneeling and scooping her up, cradling her against your chest with a brazen, brilliant grin. A kiss is laid against her forehead, and then you step towards the spring. "Now, I know we got this flower'n all, but we prob'ly oughta try out th'water too. Y'know. For science."
She'll have a moment to reply or make any final preparations before you stride over towards the lip of the spring and unceremoniously drop the both of you within, half-jumping with her held tight in your arms, the warm water covering you in a delightful, soothing, euphoric wave.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
