tell the wolves I'm home
The wealth and well of laughter in his chest unfurled once more at her declaration – he hadn’t been planning on sand in their current line of foreplay – but noted it regardless. “Not much of a threat,” he insisted on yelling back, for he wouldn’t mind it, and he sent a juvenile, unrepentant wink in her direction. Watching her fume, albeit ridiculously, was worth all the antics, and her persistence a favorable notion.
Rolling his long, albeit still slightly damp, hair back into a bun, his long limbs continued upon their course, machinations beginning that pulse and pull towards wanton disregard. If the choice was left up to him, they’d persist at the stupefying game for hours, ravish and ravage, and then go for a swim. But he knew there’d have to be a line drawn somewhere, otherwise Evie would inevitably fall asleep rather than enjoy more of their carnal intrigues (he doubted she’d admit it, but the notions were still there in theory).
So instead, he rampaged towards a series of rocks closer to the lake’s embankment, and ducked down behind them – beginning to shape mounds of dirt to barrage when she embarked into closer range.
Rolling his long, albeit still slightly damp, hair back into a bun, his long limbs continued upon their course, machinations beginning that pulse and pull towards wanton disregard. If the choice was left up to him, they’d persist at the stupefying game for hours, ravish and ravage, and then go for a swim. But he knew there’d have to be a line drawn somewhere, otherwise Evie would inevitably fall asleep rather than enjoy more of their carnal intrigues (he doubted she’d admit it, but the notions were still there in theory).
So instead, he rampaged towards a series of rocks closer to the lake’s embankment, and ducked down behind them – beginning to shape mounds of dirt to barrage when she embarked into closer range.
the ressurected sword
