From here, she can see birds wheeling, and the island's green roots reaching toward the ocean, time-frozen lava flows that make it look like Oahu is melting back into the sea in a river of green and cerulean. Sunlight sparkling off the water in shifting sheets, making her squint, as one hand lifts, wiping damp hair off her forehead.
And Steve next to her. Shoulders lifting and falling, heavy with each breath, skin flushed enough that his tattoos barely stand out at all, not the crisp ink she remembers, tracing with her fingers or mouth.
Turning to him with a hand going to his chest, resting flat and familiar. "Thanks for letting me tag along." With the smile she gives him brilliant in the sunshine, just this side of winsome. Adrenaline and endorphins spinning through her system, heart catapulting into her ribcage, making everything brighter, better. Flirting like it's the only possible way to talk, because it is, right now. When the best thing that could possibly come after this would be to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and get carried, laughing into his skin, up the much less intrusive stairs in his house, to the low-lit bedroom. "It's amazing."
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Date: 2013-01-28 02:53 am (UTC)From here, she can see birds wheeling, and the island's green roots reaching toward the ocean, time-frozen lava flows that make it look like Oahu is melting back into the sea in a river of green and cerulean. Sunlight sparkling off the water in shifting sheets, making her squint, as one hand lifts, wiping damp hair off her forehead.
And Steve next to her. Shoulders lifting and falling, heavy with each breath, skin flushed enough that his tattoos barely stand out at all, not the crisp ink she remembers, tracing with her fingers or mouth.
Turning to him with a hand going to his chest, resting flat and familiar. "Thanks for letting me tag along." With the smile she gives him brilliant in the sunshine, just this side of winsome. Adrenaline and endorphins spinning through her system, heart catapulting into her ribcage, making everything brighter, better. Flirting like it's the only possible way to talk, because it is, right now. When the best thing that could possibly come after this would be to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and get carried, laughing into his skin, up the much less intrusive stairs in his house, to the low-lit bedroom. "It's amazing."