[Pleasant shivers run up Namur's spine when Rip begins exploring, muscles tensing beneath her cool touch. He lets her get her teeth on him a little and snaps back, nuzzling in to the crook of her neck to pinch her skin with his mouth. They're slowly drifting toward the bottom of the lake, tiny puffs of silt billowing around them like clouds any time they disturb it too much. He angles his shoulder as they settle, rolling on top and pushing her arms up over her head so he can bring webbed fingers down over the underside of her palms, wrists, and elbows.]
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Date: 2015-12-28 06:54 pm (UTC)From: