[ Sofia, unbeknownst to Tomassen, has experienced one-night stands and everything between. To her, the only way to learn what she liked, what she truly wanted was to give it a try. So while a string of temporary flings isn't exactly what she envisions for her future, she thinks she'll regret it if she walks away from this one. ]
I always keep my promises. [ She says with a laugh, immensely enjoying the tension that continues to simmer in the air between them. It's exciting, those precious moments before the plunge, before the satisfaction, like walking along the edge of a knife. His weight shifts, re-settles, the soft pad of his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, elegant fingers sliding into her curls. Sofia sighs out slowly with the contact, her palm stopping right at the crux of his thigh and hip. ]
Mm, pity you're a bit far inland for the beach. [ It's not too far, but certainly more than a day trip. ] I know a place.
[ Her words are a whisper against his mouth, finally making the first bit of contact. Just the lightest brush of her lips to his, nearly chaste. Somehow, it still sends a sinuous electricity down her spine, spurring her to do it again, this time with more pressure. More resolve and less tease. ]
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Date: 2024-08-21 07:33 pm (UTC)I always keep my promises. [ She says with a laugh, immensely enjoying the tension that continues to simmer in the air between them. It's exciting, those precious moments before the plunge, before the satisfaction, like walking along the edge of a knife. His weight shifts, re-settles, the soft pad of his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, elegant fingers sliding into her curls. Sofia sighs out slowly with the contact, her palm stopping right at the crux of his thigh and hip. ]
Mm, pity you're a bit far inland for the beach. [ It's not too far, but certainly more than a day trip. ] I know a place.
[ Her words are a whisper against his mouth, finally making the first bit of contact. Just the lightest brush of her lips to his, nearly chaste. Somehow, it still sends a sinuous electricity down her spine, spurring her to do it again, this time with more pressure. More resolve and less tease. ]