Natasha too liked the idea of having their own boat to get around whenever they wanted to. The two of them out on open waters, the soft swaying of the ship in the sea, the lapping of the waves against the side... it sounded wonderful. “Good thing I packed some shorts as well,” she said, nuzzling against him. “Doing hard labour in a dress isn’t exactly comfortable.”
It was only an offer, he could accept or refuse and she wouldn’t be offended either way. If he wanted her help fixing up the boat she could certainly make herself useful, but if he wanted it to be his thing, something to clear his mind and give him some solitude, then she was perfectly find with that as well.
As much as she wanted to go to the beach, it was still only reluctantly that she let him pull away, though she had to give him a little look for that parting squeeze. “The day is young, we have plenty of time,” she agreed, taking his hand and sliding down off the counter. “But right now the sun is calling my name.” Still, she couldn’t resist slipping her arms around him and giving his ass a firm grab before slipping away to repack her bag. Trading her wet towel for a dry one, she tossed one of her new books in with the sunscreen before selecting one of the light scarves.
“I’m afraid you’ll poke me the whole way there if I drive,” she said, letting her eyes travel down to the front of his shorts as she tied the scarf around her hair. “Why don’t you drive down and I can drive on the way back?”
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Date: 2014-04-06 09:34 pm (UTC)From:It was only an offer, he could accept or refuse and she wouldn’t be offended either way. If he wanted her help fixing up the boat she could certainly make herself useful, but if he wanted it to be his thing, something to clear his mind and give him some solitude, then she was perfectly find with that as well.
As much as she wanted to go to the beach, it was still only reluctantly that she let him pull away, though she had to give him a little look for that parting squeeze. “The day is young, we have plenty of time,” she agreed, taking his hand and sliding down off the counter. “But right now the sun is calling my name.” Still, she couldn’t resist slipping her arms around him and giving his ass a firm grab before slipping away to repack her bag. Trading her wet towel for a dry one, she tossed one of her new books in with the sunscreen before selecting one of the light scarves.
“I’m afraid you’ll poke me the whole way there if I drive,” she said, letting her eyes travel down to the front of his shorts as she tied the scarf around her hair. “Why don’t you drive down and I can drive on the way back?”