my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun winked at Rexanna. "I need something to remind them that my eyes are up here." The joke was appropriately outrageous. Raising his eyebrows at her accusation regarding the boots, he cocked his head to one side. "You have no evidence of such baseless slander!" He spoke in an overly dramatic tone, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. Which meant, yes, he'd totally done it.
When she asked what else he thought they should do to Oliver, the potter grinned. Assuming the other man wouldn't pull away, Amun would take a little of that gold glitter and slip his hands under Oliver's shirt. Then Amun would trace a line all the way down the other man's shirt to the top of his tight leather pants. It was a little bit of a happy trail that would definitely draw attention to the Oliver's assets.
Stepping back, the potter grinned at his handiwork. Then the call for them to go dance came. Waving at Rexanna, he flounced over to Bastien. When the music started, Amun immediately stepped forward, not shy of the spotlight. He stalked forward a bit, steps impossible sensuous from the shoes he wore on his feet. Then he spun, slowly teasing by lifting his shirt a bit and exposing just a little bit of skin. At the end of it, he dropped into the split they'd worked on. Waiting for just a moment, he started bouncing in time to the beat.
When she asked what else he thought they should do to Oliver, the potter grinned. Assuming the other man wouldn't pull away, Amun would take a little of that gold glitter and slip his hands under Oliver's shirt. Then Amun would trace a line all the way down the other man's shirt to the top of his tight leather pants. It was a little bit of a happy trail that would definitely draw attention to the Oliver's assets.
Stepping back, the potter grinned at his handiwork. Then the call for them to go dance came. Waving at Rexanna, he flounced over to Bastien. When the music started, Amun immediately stepped forward, not shy of the spotlight. He stalked forward a bit, steps impossible sensuous from the shoes he wore on his feet. Then he spun, slowly teasing by lifting his shirt a bit and exposing just a little bit of skin. At the end of it, he dropped into the split they'd worked on. Waiting for just a moment, he started bouncing in time to the beat.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
