Drift Away Together

'Fuck,' Bowen cursed in her mind as Artorias emerged from the water. When had she become such a whore? This was her brother for gods sake. Still, Bowen couldn't help the feeling that tightened her stomach and loins. Watching the water cascade off of Artorias' muscular form... it was too much. He was too much. So she closed her eyes. Maybe if she didn't look at him, these feelings would go away. Wishful thinking...

Art threw himself onto the sand beside her and Bowen could feel the pressure of his body. His words brought one emerald eye open and she smiled. "I'm full of good ideas. Horrible ones too, but there are some good ones in there from time to time." A soft chuckle left her before she closed her eye again. It was much easier if she didn't have to look at him. She couldn't keep her eyes closed forever though. These tumultuous feelings would need to be dealt with so that she wouldn't make things awkward between them.

Her brother's groan as he stretched forced her eyes open again and she barely held back a groan of her own. Instead, Bowen sank her teeth into her lower lip, turning her head away from Art as she feigned getting comfortable. What was wrong with her? Did he make sounds like that while he was fucking his woman? The thought of Art's girlfriend... Bramble? Rosebud? Something planty... The thought of Art's girlfriend sobered Bo just a little. If it worked just a little by thinking of her, perhaps it would work more if she heard about her.

"So tell me about your girlfriend. What have I missed? Anything new in the world of Art?" Yes, they'd talked a bit since she'd returned, but they hadn't delved much into his past or her own. Perhaps he'd want to talk some things out. She could tell him about her time on the ship. Tell him about her captains. He could tell her about his girlfriend and whatever else he decided was important.

"Speech"