|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 13:44:31 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. The ocean was just like she very vaguely remembered it from the last time she had been to the shore of Oceania; very large and very wet. Seriously, it was huge. Amala still couldn't believe how so much water could exist in one place. There were a few oases near the Fortress back home, and Amala had been to Lake Hylia a few times in her travels, but nothing was so vast as this. She didn't think she could ever get used to it. It had only been a week since she left the Province, but she found herself craving the sight of the ocean once more, so she flew with Garrus back to the shore just to satisfy her sudden and intense desire for sand between her toes and cool waves lapping at her feet.
Like last time, Amala had stripped down to just her shorts and tank, though instead of stashing her belongings under a rock and hoping for the best she left her things with Garrus and told him to guard them very, very carefully, though not with his life. He just huffed a plume of smoke at her and looked away, but when he curled up to take a nap as she was leaving for the shore, he did so around her pile of things. Amala was very proud.
She kept her spear with her and was idly stabbing at the fish that swam too close to land, half hoping she could catch a few and have Garrus toast them up for a shared lunch. It was harder than she expected, though, and so far she hadn't caught even one. If she waded in and really got to it, she was sure she could, but she was enjoying her quiet stroll too much to get amped up over spear fishing. When she inevitably got bored and restless, then she would spear some fishy things. Maybe wrestle a shark. Who knew. | TAGGED:
@lulua
NOTES:
(not quite the inn, but close enough) |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 18:57:03 GMT -6
Her lips are like the galaxy's edge
Her kiss the color of a constellation falling into place
A jet stream of water shot through the ocean. Rippling tides cascaded upon each other, as a young Zora woman pierced herself through the sea.
"Shit." she muttered under her breath. Her position had been compromised, trailing a vessel that had been dumping it's waste in the waters, right above the Zora's Domain. Unfortunately, it wasn't a simple merchant ship, but a pirate crew. Without hesitation, Lilo sank the ship from the bottom, but darted before any of the pirates could spot her. Although, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to race back to the pirate capital of the world. No matter, only living pirates could indict her of anything. The support of maritime law is reserved for those who don't drown.
Lilo breathed a slight sigh of relief as she closed in on the shore, and proceeded to glide upwards, upon reaching the sandy surface. The young woman arose from the ocean and onto the beach, with the grace of an angel ascending to the heavens. She gently whipped her hair back, and drops of water glistened as as they slowly fell. Her silky gray skin reflected silver. Her pores completely shut, the ocean's water the slid of the girl's skin, leaving a wet glisten that any sand would bounce off of. Her soaked garb was loose and thin, and gently draped over her body. The young Zora wiped away the sweat from her brow with a snap of her wrist and blew her hair out of her face, blinking a few times to get the water out of her eyes. She could see perfectly underwater, but it was hard to see on the oxygen surface with water in your eye.
Once she could see, her eyes were caught by the sun-kissed bronzed skin of her favorite Gerudo. As always, she had a certain glow about her. The woman swayed around the pool, thoughtlessly poking at the sea with her spear. Amala's grace, or lack thereof, was endearing to witness a second time. Her radiance was only absorbed by the the thick jet black locks of her luscious mane. This woman was forged from Din's Fire to make all the other mammalian entities bow beneath her, and Lilo couldn't help but curtsey in her presence and let out a slight giggle. Immediately embarrassed, she tightened up her voice and spoke from her chest, whilst still vocalizing playfully.
"That's not how you catch a fish~" the younger woman purred. Eager to incite something within the bronze goddess.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 22:13:36 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. Despite her best efforts Amala was getting increasingly intense over her spear fishing efforts, to the point where she was continuously glaring daggers at the glimmering water as she repeatedly tried and failed to stab a fish to death. The fish never seemed to be where it was supposed to, though - Amala could've sworn her aim was perfect, but her spear always ended up a foot away from her target. Maybe if she compensated for that, aimed a foot off where she thought the fish was, then maybe she could actually hit one of the blasted things-
Her revving intensity over her fishing struggles was interrupted by a glimmer of sunlight reflecting off water, a faint shine Amala only barely noticed out of the corner of her eye; and when she looked up, all thoughts of fishing vanished. A much more important fish had appeared.
Water cascaded off grey skin as Lilo arose from the ocean, her jet-black not-hair absolutely gorgeous, and her thin garb draped about her in a way that was very appealing and brought back vague, fuzzy, pleasant memories of a very fun, very drunken night with the woman. Amala hadn't expected to run into her again, but she certainly wasn't disappointed.
She grinned and bowed deep from the waist in response to Lilo's curtsey, the corners of her eyes crinkling with her smile. "No? I was a lot better at catching fish-" she couldn't help the obvious, terrible innuendo, even throwing in a terribly cheesy wink for good measure- "the last time we met. Could you show a poor, helpless desert native how it's done?" | TAGGED:
@lulua
NOTES:
WINK WONK |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 15:50:11 GMT -6
HER KISSES WERE LIKE GALAXIES, FIND ME BEGGING "MISTRESS PLEASE"
Well, Lilo certainly left herself open for that one. Although the joke was kinda gross, if you thought about it really hard. The subtext was charming enough. She let out a weak chuckle, and left a sly look on her face upon seeing how pleased Amala was with her flirtatious formalities. This was the secret to how soldiers like herself were able to be so rigid and stoic whilst on duty, they allowed themselves to casually limber up once a season. At this point, the young Zora had relaxed every muscle in her body. As she moved, her limbs danced like flowers in the wind as she pranced over closer to Amala. Lilo's arms waved away from her side, highlighting her lightly draped hips and thighs. The subconscious intention here was to show that she was about to go about this without any weapons, but that was hardly the defining feature at this point.
Lilo stepped in close and looked up at the taller woman, smirk still in place, but with a slight pout. The Zora wrapped her slippery fingers around the the the other woman's spear hand, admiring every subtle and defined muscle that tensed. She once again let out an breathy giggle as she admired and remembered.
"First, drop the spear." Lilo advised playfully, right before diving into the ocean. Her cute fishy head then plopped up over the oceans surface, and slowly motioned for Amala to follow. |
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 19:26:11 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. Amala was undoubtedly focused more on the curves of Lilo's hips than the lack of weaponry adorning them, but she did, in fact, notice that the Zora was unarmed. Din only know how she planned to catch a fish without anything to catch it with, but, you know, whatever. Lilo was the boss here, and Amala was do as she was told. She was only slightly mesmerized as Lilo put slid her hand over her own, just a tiny bit caught up in the overwhelming surge of kiss her kiss her kiss her, but she was gone before she could act on that impulse. Slippery. Amala snorted at her own pun.
"No spear, got it," she said, laying her beloved weapon on the sand and saying a silent, temporary goodbye. She turned to wade into the ocean, but Lilo was nowhere to be seen - wait, no, there she was, just her head poking above the surface of the water. Adorable. Amala waded in until the water was up to her waist, then abruptly realized that something was terribly amiss.
"I can't swim," she realized suddenly, stifling a laugh. "I lived in the damn desert all my life, Lilo. Water's for drinking, not swimming. You trying to drown me or something?" | TAGGED:
@lulua
NOTES:
obvious flaw in the plan is obvious |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 19:51:14 GMT -6
HER KISSES WERE LIKE GALAXIES, FIND ME BEGGING "MISTRESS PLEASE"
What the fuck was going on behind those gorgeous sapphire eyes? Lilo couldn't stop herself from staring back into him, even though she was trying to be the alluring one. The on-the-fly seduction plan still had a chance to go tits up. Good, Lilo always liked being kept on her toes. Speaking of which…
The Zora thrust her exposed legs out above the sea level, flipping over and leaning back up. Only her hips were still submerged, as her legs stretched longingly. As she tried to strike a seductive pose, Lilo lost her balance and flopped back into the water. After scrambling around under water for a moment, she swam back toward the shallow end.
Pretending that her awkward fumble didn't happen, Lilo draped her arm over Amala's. "Lilo? I thought my name was Freckles." she giggled again, not even trying to hold it in anymore. Her hands oh-so-politely hovered over the woman's sides. Speaking from her lips, but conveying from alluring eyes, the freckled girl spoke. "I won't let you drown." she winked confidentially, with her trembling hands slowly inching toward the older woman's hips. |
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 20:28:00 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. Amala tried not to laugh at Lilo's failed stunt, she really did, but she couldn't help the snort that slipped out. She was just so, so cute. Unbearably cute. Like, steal-her-away-and-kiss-her-face cute. Carry-her-home-and-kiss-her-mouth cute. Kiss her everything cute - and she should probably stop there. One exhibitionist moment a month was probably enough. Probably.
Another dim memory rose to the surface at Lilo's words, and Amala laughed. "I mean, if you wanna get technical, I'm pretty sure your name is actually Fuckles." Or maybe she didn't say that one out loud. She couldn't remember. Damn alcohol. "Unless I didn't say that out loud? I thought it. Don't drink and seduce, kids." Lilo's hands were drifting closer to her hips, and Amala put her own over the Zora's, helping her reach her destination. I won't let you drown, she said. Famous last words. Still, never let it be said that Amala would back down from a challenge.
"If I die I'm coming back to haunt your ass, and not in a sexy way," she said, and gestured for Lilo to do her thing. | TAGGED:
@lulua
NOTES:
fuckles |
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 14:11:50 GMT -6
MADE FUCKLES CHUCKLES
"Hehe, fuckles, I can honestly say no one's ever called me that before." Lilo giggled slyly, before a tiny squeak escaped her, her thighs tensed up. Leaning her chest into Amala's shoulder, the Zora girl desperately gasped for air. She was much more sensitive to touch underwater. After the initial wave escaped her body, pulsations left shaking tremors. Lilo gave a little moan, before slightly pulling herself away.
"Ahem…" she breathed with relief. "…I couldn't imagine there's anything you couldn't do sexily~" Lilo twirled herself around 180 degrees, her back now facing Amala's. She pressed up against the woman's chest and wrapped her limbs around behind them. Having slippery skin was useful for such maneuvers. Lilo slowly set off into the waters, pushing her tummy down and keeping herself afloat with Amala on her back.
"Now, this is how close you need to be to really catch a fish." she instructed with a humored tone, giving coy invitation. "See how clear the waters are this far in? Just grab what you can see~" |
|
