I wonder if... (Medwyn) - Sunflower Beach

The blonde shivered, a low murmur escaping her in a warm breath against his ear.
"It is to me..." she whispered as her fingers flexed in his hair, one hand dragging its nails lightly down his arm.

"Mmm... I'm really not... But you know just the right things to do" she she smiled, her lips brushing over his cheek before leaning her head back with a happy little sound while giving his hair a light tug. Her body arching naturally to his touch as she shared her own with him.

He laughed and shook his head. His hands still caressed her, his eyes dancing with amusement as he studied her face. "It's nearly the same thing."

The blonde chuckled, moving to wrap both legs around his waist, even if that meant he would have to keep them both afloat.
"Punkass..." she grinned, even as she pulled him tight against herself so she could press her body against with a light grind of her hips.

He laughed again, his hands caressing her hips as she wrapped her legs around him. He had no problem with keeping them both afloat. "You like it."

The answer to that didn't need words. The brush of her lips against his before dipping her head so to grace his earlobe with her teeth was answer enough, wasn't it? She loved him, all of him. And that he could make her laugh and smile the way he did was precious to her, so very precious.

He moved with her, his head tilting as her lips and mouth found his earlobe. With a soft groan, he shifted her, moving her so that his hips could grind gently against hers. He opened his eyes, found her shoulder where the salty water of the sea clung to her in little droplets that were highlighted by the moonlight. And he brushed his mouth over her, his tongue tasting the salt water and the sweet flesh that his mouth found there.

She couldn't help but draw her breath in a quiet gasp, shivering softly as her blood let a hue of warmth colour her skin as she arched to his touch and smiled with closed eyes.

Oh she loved it when he wanted her enough to simply tear her clothes before shoving her against a wall. But she loved it just as much when he took his time to touch her like that. Letting her feel as if though she was special, letting her feel loved. And she knew, that to him she was special. She knew that he very much did love her. And she hoped he felt it too, those feelings returned in how she touched him and held him. In how her body reacted to his with small sighs and shivers.

Her angel.
The blonde smiled and nipped at his ear again while giving his hair a gentle tug. Everything about her urging him to keep going. Telling him how much she wanted and needed him.

He was very much taking his time with her. He pressed his hips to hers, his mouth teasing her throat with little brushes of his tongue, little scrapes of his teeth. He held her pressed against him, his own body starting to shiver in pleasure as she kept using her mouth to torment him in that sweet way she had.

He wasn't the only one, his reactions as sweet to her as his touch. That tangible need she felt from him, not just for her, but the need to be close in a way of which the physical was only an extension, enough to make her shiver as well with a low sound of happiness from her lips.

She felt it too. She felt it around him. Or even when they were apart and all she had was his voice.

"Yours..." the blonde whispered with a heated breath against his ear, groaning softly at the press of his hips to hers.

Always his.

He groaned again, feeling the way she pressed herself to him. He loved that he could do that to her, that he could make her want him with something so simple as a kiss or a caress. And she did want him, he had absolutely no doubt of that. He shivered and moaned for her, letting the sweet sound of her voice and that one whispered word wash over him gently. "And I am yours, love."

A kiss, a touch, a look, a single word... He could make her feel like no one else had ever made her feel, and he did it so easily. It was always heart felt, it was always with a feel to it that made her knees weak and the heat rise in her chest.

"Always" she whispered, trembling at the feel of his reactions and his moans. Those sweet, wonderful sounds of which she simply couldn't get enough. And no, it wasn't a question. She was his, always his. And he...

"You make me soar..."

He smiled, though he couldn't help but shiver at her touch. He loved it when she touched him like this, loved it when she showed him both with and without words that she wanted nothing more than to be his. He loved her; there was no mistaking that. His hands, still gentle under the cool water of the Atlantic, gently caressed her back and her hips, moving her so that she was wrapped fully around his waist. He held them both up, his head tilted back so that he could look at her in the moonlight, the water glistening on her skin and black as the night around them, the reflections of millions of stars lighting their way. It was... "This is perfect. Everything about this is perfect, my love."

It was such a good feeling when he held her like that and looked at her with eyes that she could so easily lose herself in. If she failed at everything else in life, she would still spend eternity trying to make him happy. And even eternity seemed too short now that she had him.

The hand moving over his cheek was so gentle, leaving a light trail of water in its wake as the blonde smiled at her lover.
"It is..." Teddy said softly, the happiness he made her feel reflecting in her own blue eyes. "I am so grateful I met you..." it sounded silly, but he made her so happy it nearly hurt with all the emotions that welled up inside her when he smiled and looked as happy and content as he did in that moment.

And she couldn't help but keep touching him. Light brushes of her hands over his skin, tracing each muscle, each scar with the affectionate caress of a lover. One hand cupping his cheek again so she could tilt his head back lightly and lean down to kiss him.

He knew what she felt. Knew words couldn't do it justice. She'd even given him a heart forged with her own blood and sand from the beach they'd first made love that actually held those feelings, forever safe, forever his.

"Perfect..."

He looked up at her. Gazing into her eyes, he held her close, held them both up in the dark ocean. "I am far from perfect."

"You're perfect to me..." Teddy smiled lovingly. The words spoken from the heart with genuine love and affection for the blonde Brujah. "To me, Medwyn Bauer, you are perfect"