AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia eyed him, waist-deep {like a coward}, observing the way his face reddened and his jaw clenched from the chills that shuddered up his spine. But he was making his descent into the waves, slow as it was, and she could give him credit for that. The waves lulled against Aurelia's body, pushing, pulling, ebbing and flowing. Calming. As her feet swept out against the depths, supporting her, well past the drop-off of the coast, she could feel her body begin acclimating to the water. Somewhere in all of this, she'd lost her makeshift hair tie. So her hair streaked around her face and shoulders, weighed down by the water.
Milo's voice brought her gaze back up from the ocean around them, and she smiled at him. "Cold and awful? Tell me how you really feel, why don't'cha?" She feigned hurt feelings, pouting.
Then, she reached up and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him off of the edge of the shallows and into the depths with her. Her shirt, as it was white, was drenched and, therefore, entirely see-through. An overlooked detail, or maybe it was intentional. The waves pushed her forward again, and she let them, pressing her hardened breasts against him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I can warm you up," She murmured with a flirty grin, voice softer now that they were closer, just audible above the sounds of the beach around them. She placed her other hand on his other shoulder and proceeded, "It helps if you get your hair wet."
As if to make her point, she shifted her weight and dunked him under the surface.
Milo's voice brought her gaze back up from the ocean around them, and she smiled at him. "Cold and awful? Tell me how you really feel, why don't'cha?" She feigned hurt feelings, pouting.
Then, she reached up and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him off of the edge of the shallows and into the depths with her. Her shirt, as it was white, was drenched and, therefore, entirely see-through. An overlooked detail, or maybe it was intentional. The waves pushed her forward again, and she let them, pressing her hardened breasts against him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I can warm you up," She murmured with a flirty grin, voice softer now that they were closer, just audible above the sounds of the beach around them. She placed her other hand on his other shoulder and proceeded, "It helps if you get your hair wet."
As if to make her point, she shifted her weight and dunked him under the surface.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
