Lake Rodney i will fly

teya felt the tension between them, heartstring tight and billowing with their shared breath.
what it was she did not know nor care to name; she moved closer, offering herself for his own touch, charmed and assured by the tentative murmur in his throat. the voice to match the striation of stone and sand across his countenance.
no sense of danger clinging to his movement save for his size, for how easily the man could crush her if he so chose.
teya, burning brightly against his frame with curiosity and the first stirring of something deep in the wellspring of her stomach.