10-15-2018, 01:39 PM
Nyxa was quieter than usual, her description of her day brief. That was big news, though. Investors meant funding, and expanding on projects that could really take the aquarium to the next level. They'd be able to grow their conservation department, and maybe upgrade some of the preexisting fixtures. Nyx had always been the brains of this outfit, and it really showed in the strategy and passion she put into the park.
Dinner passed in much the same manner, the pair enjoying having some time one on one. They'd always made sure to save time for each other, and date nights were a regular occurrence. Somehow, this felt more intimate than usual.
Nyxa cleared the table, while Hod made a mental note to wash the dishes in the morning. He didn't hear her return, not until he heard the softness of her voice and saw the dim glow of the candles extinguish on her breath. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled as she drew near. The heat of her body came to him through the darkness, hands finding each other like matching shells.
Suddenly, there was nothing but Nyxa. Air caught in his lungs as she pulled him close. His hands slid over the soft curves of her hips, pleasantly surprised to find more skin than had been there last time. Without breaking the contact of the kiss, his fingers traveled deftly up her sides, thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts before they skated down again. She was the tide, the way she rose and fell beneath his touch, stealing breath from his lungs and making him feel entirely over dressed. At her request he smiled softly.
"Lead the way, my Heart." Hod murmured, cupping her cheek with one palm. There was a part of him that deeply wanted to simply lay her across the table and remove the little pieces of fabric she'd left in place without further thought. Any other night and he might have. But this was a special night, one it would be worth waiting for. So with a little laughing sigh, he gave his hand back to her, eager to see where the night took them. Reaching the outside he felt the hesitation in her, letting him decide whether it would be the path to the back yard or the sidewalk toward the slowly crashing waves that would draw him.
It wasn't much of a choice, really. They had been joking for years that they'd move into the sea if it ever became humanly possible. With a gentle tug he set them on course down the path that would take them to the edge of the ocean, tucking his wife's shoulders under his arm as they walked. It was a perfect ed evening to be out. The air was warm against the skin, a gentle, intermittent breeze rustling the leaves of nearby plants. Water birds whistled their goodnight songs, unfazed by the humans walking by. Soon cement turned to sand underfoot, softening the sounds of their footfalls. Hod stripped off his t-shirt and tucked it into the picket fence that edged the dunes. His khaki shorts followed, shoes and socks set below them. Now that he and his mate were about equally dressed, he reached out to her again.
Sand, mixed with tiny fragments of shell and driftwood, shifted beneath his feet. He'd misjudged Nyxa's location, overreaching and falling to his knees. Grinning ruefully, he shook his head, hand finally feeling what he'd been aiming for. Sort of. Her foot was found, and his hand traced upward along her ankle and calf, up the smooth plane of her thigh. Kneeling in front of her, his smile turned rakish in the moonlight. "What's on your mind, love?" It was a sincere question, belayed by the way he was slipping his thumb under the band of her bikini. How long had it been since they last been like this on the beach? Too long, he was sure.
@[Nyxa]
Dinner passed in much the same manner, the pair enjoying having some time one on one. They'd always made sure to save time for each other, and date nights were a regular occurrence. Somehow, this felt more intimate than usual.
Nyxa cleared the table, while Hod made a mental note to wash the dishes in the morning. He didn't hear her return, not until he heard the softness of her voice and saw the dim glow of the candles extinguish on her breath. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled as she drew near. The heat of her body came to him through the darkness, hands finding each other like matching shells.
Suddenly, there was nothing but Nyxa. Air caught in his lungs as she pulled him close. His hands slid over the soft curves of her hips, pleasantly surprised to find more skin than had been there last time. Without breaking the contact of the kiss, his fingers traveled deftly up her sides, thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts before they skated down again. She was the tide, the way she rose and fell beneath his touch, stealing breath from his lungs and making him feel entirely over dressed. At her request he smiled softly.
"Lead the way, my Heart." Hod murmured, cupping her cheek with one palm. There was a part of him that deeply wanted to simply lay her across the table and remove the little pieces of fabric she'd left in place without further thought. Any other night and he might have. But this was a special night, one it would be worth waiting for. So with a little laughing sigh, he gave his hand back to her, eager to see where the night took them. Reaching the outside he felt the hesitation in her, letting him decide whether it would be the path to the back yard or the sidewalk toward the slowly crashing waves that would draw him.
It wasn't much of a choice, really. They had been joking for years that they'd move into the sea if it ever became humanly possible. With a gentle tug he set them on course down the path that would take them to the edge of the ocean, tucking his wife's shoulders under his arm as they walked. It was a perfect ed evening to be out. The air was warm against the skin, a gentle, intermittent breeze rustling the leaves of nearby plants. Water birds whistled their goodnight songs, unfazed by the humans walking by. Soon cement turned to sand underfoot, softening the sounds of their footfalls. Hod stripped off his t-shirt and tucked it into the picket fence that edged the dunes. His khaki shorts followed, shoes and socks set below them. Now that he and his mate were about equally dressed, he reached out to her again.
Sand, mixed with tiny fragments of shell and driftwood, shifted beneath his feet. He'd misjudged Nyxa's location, overreaching and falling to his knees. Grinning ruefully, he shook his head, hand finally feeling what he'd been aiming for. Sort of. Her foot was found, and his hand traced upward along her ankle and calf, up the smooth plane of her thigh. Kneeling in front of her, his smile turned rakish in the moonlight. "What's on your mind, love?" It was a sincere question, belayed by the way he was slipping his thumb under the band of her bikini. How long had it been since they last been like this on the beach? Too long, he was sure.
@[Nyxa]