Noah needed to be in the water. If he had stayed ashore, neither of them would have made it to the water. The ocean consumed him as he dove headfirst. It was refreshing in the way that he needed. While normally the waters of Torchline felt as warm as a bath, the ocean was cool now against Noah's burning skin. Surfacing, the hunter treaded water. Cordelia was only a flash of flesh before she joined him. He swam backwards enough to give her room to surface. Smiling a broad, boyish smile, Noah closed the distance between them once she was safely with him in the water. She reached for him and Noah embraced her without hesitation. "Oh, you mean you've never tried this back home?" He teased, eyes glinting with his joke. She didn't have time to reply, though, as he lowered his lips back to hers. His kiss was warm, a beacon the fire he felt washing over his skin despite being in the water now. His hands roamed down her back, pulling her close to him. One hand went lower and lower until he lifted at the back of her thigh, pulling it up over the corner of his hip. All the while, he did not stop his kissing. His tongue pressed forward, asking permission with a firm, fiery passion over her lips.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
