Kyrie asked so carefully... though her voice has a rough edge about it that suggests she’s not genuinely feeling careful about anything right now. Even from over here, thanks to enhanced sense, I can tell her pupils are dilated - and I can see her chest rising and falling unevenly.
> Good. Now I can let her see exactly what she’s dealing with, just like Dahlia said. <
"Not at all. She was just giving so feedback while I waited on you to show up."
It takes her a while to reply, long enough that I hear sloshing sounds in the water that seem like they could be the human climbing over the edge.
"...Feedback."
"On my new swimwear. A second opinion on its presentation and... impact."
I hear a snort at that as Dahlia passes by, with a white towel blotting her hair and outfit. As she heads toward the exit - without knowing how dangerous it probably is to get too close to a werewolf in the state Kyrie is in, she pauses near her.
"Honey, she is so ready and waiting. But that girl’s going to put you through so things. Good luck."
> Unnecessary! Why can people not just keep their thoughts to themselves... <
She was speaking quietly, but not so much that I can’t hear... and the ddling woman exits the premises before I can think of a proper admonishnt. Leaving Kyrie and alone with nothing but the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool walls.
And the thundering drum of my own heartbeat compelling to do anything and everything all at once. Her outfit suddenly seem overdressed compared to my... strategic scraps of blue fabric.
But more importantly, she’s staring at like she’s never seen before. Like I’m so strange, mythical creature that exists near the water and not the person she ca here so quickly to find.
> I’ve been here only so many minutes, and it takes that long to walk from her tower to here... plus her getting dressed and taking the lift down from the top floor... did she jump and fly here? <
"So..."
My voice cos out low as I take a long, dangerous step back toward the pool’s edge without even looking. Prepared to fall if I hadn’t calculated my movents perfectly. Sort of like what I’m doing with her...
"Are ready for that sure to be quite relaxing swim I promised?"
Her eyes track my movent as I reach the pool’s edge and I lose sight of them when I turn around, bending low at the waist to trail my fingers through the illuminated water. An entirely deliberate full lean that showcases exactly what a bikini bottom can fra so perfectly.
The fabric may not be sheer, but it leaves very little to the imagination - and I make sure to add just the slightest wiggle side to side as I test the water temperature while raising hers.
"Foxes...?"
The questioning word cos out so hoarse and breathless that I almost don’t catch it. But when I straighten and turn around with a satisfied smirk, Kyrie is a few steps closer and staring at like she’s never been quite so captivated in her entire life.
Even more intensely than the way she looked at when we t. Though I admit, I was far too wary at the ti and really had no references to really appreciate her expressions.
She seems to shake herself into action, her hands moving to the waistband of her red swim trunks. Slipping them down with obvious intent to match the level of undress I’m presenting. But the mont I see the tight white fabric swimwear against all of her lines...
Sothing snaps inside . Vrika, for one, but also myself. Surges of pure want twist through our connection and I know that my eyes are blazing with their blue light.
Before I can think about it, I’ve moved. Crossing the distance between us in quick strides and a quicker stop... with my hands gripping the sides of her red tank top before the trunks hit the floor.
For a mont we’re frozen like that - breathing hard, both our eyes glowing. The fabric is warm under my palms even though it must have been exposed to the night’s air... and I can hear the rapid beat of her heart through enhanced senses.
> Slow down. Control yourself. You’re supposed to be seducing her, not just tackling her and getting to the point... <
I close my eyes without thinking to doubt my trust in her as I calm myself. Letting that surge settle back into sothing more manageable. When I open them again, Kyrie is still staring at with that sa stunned expression that didn’t know what to do.
Didn’t know what I wanted her to do.
Without breaking eye contact, I slowly begin to lift the tank top. She raises her arms to help , though she clearly didn’t need the assistance I was providing. The fabric gradually slides up and over her head, revealing the plain white bikini top underneath that matches her lowers.
I get a good look while her eyes are covered behind the cloth. Altogether a simple look... and that is doing absolutely nothing to diminish the effect she is having on . Simple is sotis too much.
A white bikini makes her look both innocent and the very athletic tone of her is just... devastating. We stand there for a long mont, looking at each other from up close. Her hair is slightly ssy from the tank top pulling across it.
I start to reach out and pat it down... but instead go for her wrist. My fingers circling it as gently as I would have pet her hair, but firmly enough to tug her along toward where the pool steps are.
"Co on. The water’s perfect."
She follows without resistance, as I knew she would. I don’t let go of her wrist as we wade in together. The ward water laps around our legs, then our waists, until we’re both fully subrged and floating.
The buoyancy turns our movents more flowing and dreamlike. But I still don’t release her. Keeping that stable, rigid connection between us as we tread water and simply drift together.
At least for now.
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