Stavanger Bay gazing in the rays of the solar

"am not!" protested dalia, who accepted his nips only because she had no where else to go. she did, however, nip at his ears as his head went down, insistent on getting in her own shot. it was a low blow, but petite little dalia had few options. 

and then, she wiggled, pushing against against his chest. "get off me, you oaf, or i'll have sand in my coat for ages," she whined, but it was less whiney and more of a demand-- because whining was not ladylike. she truthfully didn't mind him there-- but the more she realized it the more she felt hot in the face-- and the more she wanted to be at the same level as him.