last couple of months kinda been a disaster
She’s nearly lost to the water, but he finds her, grabs her, clings onto her like their lives depended on it. Even against her protests, against the bubbles of air that are suddenly strewn about them as he drags her to the surface with him. And when they do surface, he inhales a sharp breath, arms tight around her middle, her back pressed against his front.
And he’s panting, because he isn’t used to swimming – not like this when it came to trying to save someone. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He mumbles against her as she tells him, essentially, to let him go. He wouldn’t and she has to know this. But at least she’s stopped freaking out and he can try to pull her out of the water, back to the edge of the beach where their feet can touch the surface.
His name spills from her lips in a tremble, the apology that has him sighing and squeezing her gently, pausing in his endeavor to get them back to shore so he can press his face against the back of her shoulder. “I know ya are.” He mumbles, muffled by the ocean and the water strewn from their bodies, from his dive in. “I know.” What else can he say?
“We’re goin’ back t’the shore.” He rumbles against her, a demand within it that trembles and shakes as it comes out. And Milo slowly begins to try and drag her back to the beach’s comfort and support.
And he’s panting, because he isn’t used to swimming – not like this when it came to trying to save someone. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He mumbles against her as she tells him, essentially, to let him go. He wouldn’t and she has to know this. But at least she’s stopped freaking out and he can try to pull her out of the water, back to the edge of the beach where their feet can touch the surface.
His name spills from her lips in a tremble, the apology that has him sighing and squeezing her gently, pausing in his endeavor to get them back to shore so he can press his face against the back of her shoulder. “I know ya are.” He mumbles, muffled by the ocean and the water strewn from their bodies, from his dive in. “I know.” What else can he say?
“We’re goin’ back t’the shore.” He rumbles against her, a demand within it that trembles and shakes as it comes out. And Milo slowly begins to try and drag her back to the beach’s comfort and support.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
