Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140419234127

She unclenched her hands from his t-shirt and let out a shaky breath. Slowly, unsteadily, she wrapped her hands around his torso instead, her hands sore from holding onto the clothes for so long. Being like this, in a completely different situation, it would look to be romantic and almost... nice. It certainly felt nice, being surrounded by complete utter warmth, even if she was partially wet. And so, she did something completely uncharacteristic. Mariposa just watched.

It was sort of poetic, watching his pen scrawl across the papers, writing whatever he was writing about - she didn't know but it helped steady her breathing completely, something to focus on. She didn't know how long they had been liking this, just watching him write. Until he wrote on the paper, asking her a question. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

"Yeah... you smell nice. Like... nature and metal at the same time" At that shakey sentence, she leaned in further, almost like cat against it's master.