03-07-2022, 02:56 PM
She watches him with a small but appreciative smile as he pulls himself from the water, making no attempt to hide the way her eyes are following the glistening rivulets that flow along every curve and angle of him. Something like want twists somewhere inside of her, a flush of heat that rushes beneath her skin, and she tries to stifle it. She has played this game before, but never with anyone that seemed to know how to play it back. It added a different depth to it, a certain kind of thrill that she could nearly taste on her tongue—or maybe that was just her imagining what he might taste like on her tongue.
“No, I’d be inclined to agree that you’re not,” she concedes with a coy smile, though she says nothing in regards to herself; she is certain he knows good and well that she is no wilting rosebud. And even if he is having any doubts, he will learn the truth soon enough.
With slow, deliberate steps she closes the space between them, that same smile still settled on her dark lips. There is a pleasant shiver that races up her spine at the way he says the word dangerous, a spark of something unnamable alighting in her arresting blue eyes. “I have a small idea,” she says in her lilting murmur, close enough now that she could reach out and touch him if she wanted—could find out what he tastes like underneath the water that still glistens there. The way her lips hover so close to his shoulder it almost seems like she might, watching him carefully even though he is watching the trees.
From beneath the want that continues to brew, something else rises, a beckoning of just a small show of her power; the urge to shatter a nearby branch—a kind of visual representation of the two of them and the resulting explosion that would come from their collision.
Something to turn his attention back to her, where it belonged.
But she tempers it, surprising even herself, and instead all she offers him is her name. “You didn’t ask, but my name is Stargaze.”
“No, I’d be inclined to agree that you’re not,” she concedes with a coy smile, though she says nothing in regards to herself; she is certain he knows good and well that she is no wilting rosebud. And even if he is having any doubts, he will learn the truth soon enough.
With slow, deliberate steps she closes the space between them, that same smile still settled on her dark lips. There is a pleasant shiver that races up her spine at the way he says the word dangerous, a spark of something unnamable alighting in her arresting blue eyes. “I have a small idea,” she says in her lilting murmur, close enough now that she could reach out and touch him if she wanted—could find out what he tastes like underneath the water that still glistens there. The way her lips hover so close to his shoulder it almost seems like she might, watching him carefully even though he is watching the trees.
From beneath the want that continues to brew, something else rises, a beckoning of just a small show of her power; the urge to shatter a nearby branch—a kind of visual representation of the two of them and the resulting explosion that would come from their collision.
Something to turn his attention back to her, where it belonged.
But she tempers it, surprising even herself, and instead all she offers him is her name. “You didn’t ask, but my name is Stargaze.”
S T A R G A Z E
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