The Sentinels gayatri

he sat quietly as she worked, his breathing slow and soft. when she had finished, the sea-girl gave him a remark that made him want to laugh. it also made him want to mount her. he settled for somewhere in the middle, looking at her with more fire in his gaze than a casual encounter would merit but still grinning.

some say so, govinda murmured, staring into the depths of her eyes. he saw the clouds reflected in them, harbingers of rain. thank you for the help. he didn't know whether he looked stupid or noble with his face bandage; he very much hoped for the latter.