[ The way he looked at her after being denied...yeah, she absolutely thinks she's onto something. That's a scary, exciting thought. They can't be more than friends, she knows this, but what if...?
Her hand slips out of his, then slides to his back and lightly strokes up and down. In their time apart, she's obviously been learning the art of seduction. How to be a wily little witch that drags in unsuspecting prey to do her bidding. But, instead of trying to drag him into her sheets, she wants to drag him deeper into a vulnerable state. What would he reveal if she batters down more of the walls he keeps up?
Her reading continues. ]
This affront to nature, this challenge to its might lived bright and staid amongst the white, hoping to prove even in the drafts of dark, there will always remain a sparkling spark.
[ Hmmmmm. Who could she have possibly given a nickname that has something like "spark" in it? Hmmmmmmmm.
Last stanza. And now, her eyes stay on his, because she has the words memorized. As much as she worked on this one, they're all burned into her heart. He won't need his powers to feel the passion in her voice. ]
This seed prevailed. It dreamed to grow and push to show that, no matter how barren the craggy land, with enough time and devotion, effort and emotion, little can contain the beating of my heart.
[ With that, the entire poem's revealed. He can read it at his leisure. In the meantime, she'll keep watching him, a small, knowing smile pulling at her mouth, all while her fingers tap a heartbeat rhythm on his back.
Come on, Soundy. You can do it. She believes in you! ]
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Her hand slips out of his, then slides to his back and lightly strokes up and down. In their time apart, she's obviously been learning the art of seduction. How to be a wily little witch that drags in unsuspecting prey to do her bidding. But, instead of trying to drag him into her sheets, she wants to drag him deeper into a vulnerable state. What would he reveal if she batters down more of the walls he keeps up?
Her reading continues. ]
This affront to nature, this challenge to its might
lived bright and staid amongst the white,
hoping to prove even in the drafts of dark,
there will always remain a sparkling spark.
[ Hmmmmm. Who could she have possibly given a nickname that has something like "spark" in it? Hmmmmmmmm.
Last stanza. And now, her eyes stay on his, because she has the words memorized. As much as she worked on this one, they're all burned into her heart. He won't need his powers to feel the passion in her voice. ]
This seed prevailed. It dreamed to grow and push to show
that, no matter how barren the craggy land,
with enough time and devotion, effort and emotion,
little can contain the beating of my heart.
[ With that, the entire poem's revealed. He can read it at his leisure. In the meantime, she'll keep watching him, a small, knowing smile pulling at her mouth, all while her fingers tap a heartbeat rhythm on his back.
Come on, Soundy. You can do it. She believes in you! ]