Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Aurelia caught the whine that hitched in his throat, but she stayed back for the moment - much as she burned to give into what he wanted. He took his time giving her an answer, to which she prompted him by way of a kiss brought to his cheek. Aurelia didn't know where she wanted to start, either, but a swim seemed as good a place as any. There didn't have to be pressure that weighed them down, they could just... do what felt right. That was all she wanted, even if that voice in the back of her mind scolded her for not telling him the whole truth.

But he answered, and she grinned with excitement. She pulled away and was kicking off her shoes and socks, needing no more of an answer than that. Milo stood up and she peered at him from the corner of her eye as he already headed for the ocean, wearing nothing but his bronze skin. She'd have him no other way, though, eyeing the marks she'd left on his back. I'll have to leave deeper ones next time. She thought, noting how they seemed to disappear already.

A giggle echoed across the sand. It grew louder as she flew past him in nothing but her underwear and shirt, which billowed loosely around her torso as she took off into the water. It splashed around her ankles until she took a leap into the water. She landed with a splash, letting herself sink into the water so she was completely submerged. For a moment, she remained beneath the rolling waves beyond the shallows. Smiling to herself, she watched as startled fish darted away from her wake.

Ascending from the water so that only her head was above it, she treaded there, looking over at Milo as a shudder racked through her entire body. "Wh--whew!" She quivered, "Come-come on in, the water's fi-i-ine!" She grinned and swam backwards, trying to get her blood flowing so she could warm up to the water.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep