It defies all logic that their paths would cross in that moment, as she sat slightly away from the crowd - avoiding his sister. Nymf hadnt been aware that they had been invited, if she had know... the though revealed the depths of her most recent hermit tendencies. It was embarrassing to admit and she wondered what he would think if she revealed to him that he had been her first since Seb's death. It would probably disgust him, that could be so selfish to satisfy her own primal urges. That wasnt to say, of course, that her night spent wrapped in his embrace hadnt been one of the better ones.
His hand tightened around hers and, with one effortless tug, he lifted her to her feet. Tripping slightly over the rediculousness of her heels she slammed into the width of his chest, lacking grace as always. Meeting his eyes she bit her lower lip as she straightened and tugged, once again, on the hem of her dress. He reveals, once again, that he had been looking for her, a fact that she found hard to believe. For a minute she contemplates asking why, but she abandons her endeavor and submits herself to his will. For a moment his face lowers to hers and her heart leaps into her throat. Is he about to kiss me?! Not usually one for PDA, her cheeks flush as the thought of his lips upon hers once again and, she knows, should he attempt such a thing she could not resist him. Gazing into his eyes, the rest of the world is lost to her. For a moment it didnt matter who saw her or what they might think. She was, after all, only human with the same basic needs as any other. And Svedka was particular good at satisfying those needs.
With only a few more inches separating his lips from hers, his head jerked away his eyes suddenly distracted. Glancing back towards Wishbone, she was met by the sight of a few more additions to their friendly gathering. Muttering an unfamiliar name, Svedka's hand trails along the length of her spine, coming to rest upon the small of her back. Ensnared, she is powerless to fight him and he pulls her towards the vivacious group. Just as they are drawing beside them, the elevator door slide open giving Svedka a moments pause. Smiling his boyishly charming smile he reaches into his pocket to reveal the slivered sheen of a flask. Nymf was in need of more alchohol. Finishing off her own glass she set it on a passing silver platter.
All eyes seemed to be on them and she shifted uncomfortably at the sound of their suggestive conversation. Sexuality was a concept that Nymf, being married so young, had only just started exploring. In many ways, @[Svedka] had become her teacher.
Lurched out of her quiet place beside him, Wishbone's greeting (brash as always), illicited a meek smile from her otherwise unsure expression. "Better," she offered in reply with a fleeting glimpse in Sved's direction.
The conversation moves quickly and, before Nymf can offer anything toward its progression, swimming was brought onto the table. Eyes flitted around expectantly and, when she normally would have ran from such a sultry proposition, she smiled. Reaching up the back of her dress she pulled the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her ankles seductively. Exposed she glanced at Wishbone, already stripped down to her ivory underthings. Nymf's, bright red, stood out in contrast. Through a thick curtain of lashes she glanced towards Svedka, kicking her shoes off as she made a grab for his flask. Unscrewing the top, she put it to her red lips and took two longswings, flinching at the burn of its contents. Slowing, beckoning for him to follow, she backed towards the pool. Following her boss' lead, she dove in, glad to have worn her water proof makeup.
OOC: Welp, that escalated...
What Nymf is wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/85/48/ea/...60c3b9.jpg
His hand tightened around hers and, with one effortless tug, he lifted her to her feet. Tripping slightly over the rediculousness of her heels she slammed into the width of his chest, lacking grace as always. Meeting his eyes she bit her lower lip as she straightened and tugged, once again, on the hem of her dress. He reveals, once again, that he had been looking for her, a fact that she found hard to believe. For a minute she contemplates asking why, but she abandons her endeavor and submits herself to his will. For a moment his face lowers to hers and her heart leaps into her throat. Is he about to kiss me?! Not usually one for PDA, her cheeks flush as the thought of his lips upon hers once again and, she knows, should he attempt such a thing she could not resist him. Gazing into his eyes, the rest of the world is lost to her. For a moment it didnt matter who saw her or what they might think. She was, after all, only human with the same basic needs as any other. And Svedka was particular good at satisfying those needs.
With only a few more inches separating his lips from hers, his head jerked away his eyes suddenly distracted. Glancing back towards Wishbone, she was met by the sight of a few more additions to their friendly gathering. Muttering an unfamiliar name, Svedka's hand trails along the length of her spine, coming to rest upon the small of her back. Ensnared, she is powerless to fight him and he pulls her towards the vivacious group. Just as they are drawing beside them, the elevator door slide open giving Svedka a moments pause. Smiling his boyishly charming smile he reaches into his pocket to reveal the slivered sheen of a flask. Nymf was in need of more alchohol. Finishing off her own glass she set it on a passing silver platter.
All eyes seemed to be on them and she shifted uncomfortably at the sound of their suggestive conversation. Sexuality was a concept that Nymf, being married so young, had only just started exploring. In many ways, @[Svedka] had become her teacher.
Lurched out of her quiet place beside him, Wishbone's greeting (brash as always), illicited a meek smile from her otherwise unsure expression. "Better," she offered in reply with a fleeting glimpse in Sved's direction.
The conversation moves quickly and, before Nymf can offer anything toward its progression, swimming was brought onto the table. Eyes flitted around expectantly and, when she normally would have ran from such a sultry proposition, she smiled. Reaching up the back of her dress she pulled the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her ankles seductively. Exposed she glanced at Wishbone, already stripped down to her ivory underthings. Nymf's, bright red, stood out in contrast. Through a thick curtain of lashes she glanced towards Svedka, kicking her shoes off as she made a grab for his flask. Unscrewing the top, she put it to her red lips and took two longswings, flinching at the burn of its contents. Slowing, beckoning for him to follow, she backed towards the pool. Following her boss' lead, she dove in, glad to have worn her water proof makeup.
OOC: Welp, that escalated...
What Nymf is wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/85/48/ea/...60c3b9.jpg