There’s Something in your touch when we kiss

Ely couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that effortlessly fell into place when she spotted her favorite pirate. Let alone the gentle laugh that left her throat at his words and playful nip. Keeping the playful air between them she rolled her eyes dramatically. ”you should have warned me how boring positions of power can be. It’s rather…unstimulating for me” she huffed at him.

Her mocking blame was quickly forgotten at his next question. She didn’t have to answer it. So she fell into step beside him, her tail brushing against his thigh. She didn’t particularly care who saw them before or after their time together. Her mother had raised them to be unashamed in such matters, so she kept close contact with him as they walked. She wasn’t ashamed of him, in fact he was quite the trophy in her eyes.

”Lets see if you can keep up this time. Don’t want our time to nearly as quickly as our swim did” she teased him again. Flashing him a flirty gaze as the memory of their cat a mouse game in the water. A memory she was very fond of.


"Ely & Ezekiel"