// 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 //
Oh she can tell, and it has her nearly vibrating with a greedy need as they slip from the Hanged Man toward the beach, her hand slipping into his easily, jogging when she has to in order to match the length of his strides. Someone’s eager, she thinks to herself, smirking despite it because she certainly is too. “That sounds really nice.” She offers him, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, however brief it is before they’re at the rocks and he’s helping her over them, bringing her to a bigger one close to the water.
And truthfully she can’t help herself as she presses herself against him, wanting to feel every bit of him. Her head angles up, chin resting on his chest as she flashes him a bright grin. “I think I’m a bit worked up for swimming first. You’d have to start all over again if we did.” She offers, head tilting slightly as she presses her hips against his, imagining that his situation is much the same.
Her hands rise to slip under his shirt, to press her hands greedily along his sides and the jut of his hips, wanting nothing more than to pull him into her.
And truthfully she can’t help herself as she presses herself against him, wanting to feel every bit of him. Her head angles up, chin resting on his chest as she flashes him a bright grin. “I think I’m a bit worked up for swimming first. You’d have to start all over again if we did.” She offers, head tilting slightly as she presses her hips against his, imagining that his situation is much the same.
Her hands rise to slip under his shirt, to press her hands greedily along his sides and the jut of his hips, wanting nothing more than to pull him into her.
Seraphina
