The young woman was shivering and laughing as she was held close. Skin risen in little bumps where the cold air pulled at her wet shirt and hair. Cold water swirled around her legs and hips with every crash of the waves. "Maybe it's the Burhan blood?" She giggled and pressed closer to the man, despite his equally cool skin. The Skyrider had no intention to return to the shore and she giggled with chattering teeth. She felt young, free, reckless and very much in love with the man she had coaxed into cold water.
Droplets ran over his torso before they were swallowed by the greedy sea. Her fingers traced them down his chest, exploring the lines etched into taught skin. Hunger tightened her belly and her breath was stolen by the dappled starlight on bare skin, "I like Cora," she admitted ",and Simon... Simon for a boy."
He retreated and she dropped her hands to the water, head tipped back she laughed again as he teased and challenged. She swayed, swinging her arms to warm them as the water embraced her lover. Then the woman paused, long enough she hoped to cause Malcolm doubt before she dived, swimming after him in the darkness. Feet kicking against loose sand as she lunged for him. If he stood, she'd merely try and dunk him again.
It was then that a familiar voice rang out over the sand, and frozen like a naughty teenager, the woman turned as a whistle blasted the night air. Benjamin, on horseback, roared with laughter and Elyna could make out Kathryn lent forward on a pommel, discarded clothes collected and held in her hands. In the firelight, Ely could see the woman's mischievous smirk.
Droplets ran over his torso before they were swallowed by the greedy sea. Her fingers traced them down his chest, exploring the lines etched into taught skin. Hunger tightened her belly and her breath was stolen by the dappled starlight on bare skin, "I like Cora," she admitted ",and Simon... Simon for a boy."
He retreated and she dropped her hands to the water, head tipped back she laughed again as he teased and challenged. She swayed, swinging her arms to warm them as the water embraced her lover. Then the woman paused, long enough she hoped to cause Malcolm doubt before she dived, swimming after him in the darkness. Feet kicking against loose sand as she lunged for him. If he stood, she'd merely try and dunk him again.
It was then that a familiar voice rang out over the sand, and frozen like a naughty teenager, the woman turned as a whistle blasted the night air. Benjamin, on horseback, roared with laughter and Elyna could make out Kathryn lent forward on a pommel, discarded clothes collected and held in her hands. In the firelight, Ely could see the woman's mischievous smirk.