// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
His hands are tougher than she remembers, swirled with scar tissue she doesn’t remember seeing before. But she doesn’t mind, after all — she’s a builder, her own hands are calloused in ways the rest of her isn’t. If anything, it adds to the charm she finds in him. She teases him on remembering her drink and she shifts to give him more space, one he actively takes her up on. “I don’t know,” she admits with another slight flush to her bronze hued skin as she lifts her leg a bit more, granting him more access — access to the center of her should he wish to find out.
If nothing else, she’s pleased by the turn of events, and the heat of her rolls from her into him quite easily. “I shouldn’t, but it’s hard without having other distractions.” She agrees with a wink, turning her body to face him, to give him a full view of her.
“Construction and talks with Frey? Sounds like me,” a soft hum of a laugh leaves her, “what do you think about the story of how I got Levi?” She asks, wondering if he’ll remember the pale dragon that had accompanied her most of the night that day they met in training. She also wonders how much of a story teller she can be if his fingers find the place she hopes they do.
If nothing else, she’s pleased by the turn of events, and the heat of her rolls from her into him quite easily. “I shouldn’t, but it’s hard without having other distractions.” She agrees with a wink, turning her body to face him, to give him a full view of her.
“Construction and talks with Frey? Sounds like me,” a soft hum of a laugh leaves her, “what do you think about the story of how I got Levi?” She asks, wondering if he’ll remember the pale dragon that had accompanied her most of the night that day they met in training. She also wonders how much of a story teller she can be if his fingers find the place she hopes they do.
Seraphina
