[Truth be told, they'd probably both be more comfortable if they'd go settle somewhere to really get intimate, but there's something so wonderfully arousing about leaning against Fjord like this, his hands on her, fingers inside of her. The sand shifts under her feet as she inches her knees apart, and the stretch of the second finger joining his first makes her breath catch, her weight pressing back against his chest.
Her dress hangs off of her torso, only kept from falling to the sand by her (bountiful) hips and his hand buried between her legs. Leaving her topless, facing the sea with Fjord at her back. In the back of her mind, she knows they're not so far off from the rest of the island, but it feels wild and free like this. Like they're the only people on the planet.
She moans, one hand reaching up to brush over his beard, back to hook over his neck. Greedy for even more touch between them.]
We keep finding our way back here, don't we? Back to the water. [Baths don't really count as ocean, but the point still stands.]
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Her dress hangs off of her torso, only kept from falling to the sand by her (bountiful) hips and his hand buried between her legs. Leaving her topless, facing the sea with Fjord at her back. In the back of her mind, she knows they're not so far off from the rest of the island, but it feels wild and free like this. Like they're the only people on the planet.
She moans, one hand reaching up to brush over his beard, back to hook over his neck. Greedy for even more touch between them.]
We keep finding our way back here, don't we? Back to the water. [Baths don't really count as ocean, but the point still stands.]