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Whatever magic was in Firenze's hands as they moved up and down her arms did seem to calm her as she swam. Firenze almost acted like a gentle mother, certainly not like Leeta's, but how she had always imagined a kind mother to be. She was teaching her to swim and was doing so gently. Leeta watched as Firenze looked out at the setting sun, the hazy clouds that lingered over the bay, caught red as if on fire. She wanted to look herself, seeing the colors of reds and purples on her face and in her eyes, but she was so fearful of what would happen if she did, that she locked her gaze upon her jaw.
Her main focus was to keep her head above the water, but avoiding the incoming small waves, and keeping her legs kicking all stole from it. Being distracted to look to the side was not an option. When Firenze looked back with a bright smile on her face, Leeta could obviously see how pretty her new friend was. Perhaps Leeta was envious, but ever feature, from her clothing to her body shape was something that she herself desired. The vibration of her kicking made it hard to focus and as soon as salt water would try to enter her mouth, she spit it back out back into the water. Firenze didn't have that problem, walking over the alien terrain beneath her feet. Her mouth was not resting near the surface, dealing so much with the waves.
Encouragement came from her new friend as she looked backward to her splashing feet. It was strange, as though she herself could feel some form of propulsion back there. Was she really doing it, or was Firenze mainly pulling her. Either way, the comment got a smile from Leeta, bright and big. As the wave came and she drew close to Firenze, it was like she was her mother, protecting her from the waves. Still, it was silly, so she slipped back down from her into the water. She began to stretch her legs out and to drift away from Firenze, but instead of finding support and her walking on the sand away from her like before, she found herself pulled close; too close in fact. Like a fish who was hit on the head with a spoon, she was stunned. Leeta's large eyes watched curiously as Firenze kissed her.
The feeling of her salty wet lips pressed against Firenze's and there it was, a light kiss. Churning boiling roils inside of her stomach flopped about, as did her limbs seeking the sand below. Quickly she separated from her swimming partner's lips and with a look half of disgust and surprise, her eyes sought answers.
"Wha...? Nooo no nono nonono no," she muttered out in confused form, shaking her head and pulling out of the grasp of Firenze. "I'm sorry. Um...That isn't....I mean." Her tongue flopped onto her lips that now tingled like they never had before. In her wildest romantic thoughts, this was never one of them. Pleadingly she flopped away from Firenze in the water, like a subject who had done evil in the sight of their king, hoping not to offend her company, but really having to leave.
"I'm just not like that!" She finally released from her small voice as though there was a roar of force behind it. Her own voice scared her and she covered her mouth. Now realizing she was half naked in front of someone who clearly didn't regard her as a sister, or even daughter, she ran. Ran to her clothes. It was clear that in no time she would be gone from beach, running, if not in terror.
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Whatever magic was in Firenze's hands as they moved up and down her arms did seem to calm her as she swam. Firenze almost acted like a gentle mother, certainly not like Leeta's, but how she had always imagined a kind mother to be. She was teaching her to swim and was doing so gently. Leeta watched as Firenze looked out at the setting sun, the hazy clouds that lingered over the bay, caught red as if on fire. She wanted to look herself, seeing the colors of reds and purples on her face and in her eyes, but she was so fearful of what would happen if she did, that she locked her gaze upon her jaw.
Her main focus was to keep her head above the water, but avoiding the incoming small waves, and keeping her legs kicking all stole from it. Being distracted to look to the side was not an option. When Firenze looked back with a bright smile on her face, Leeta could obviously see how pretty her new friend was. Perhaps Leeta was envious, but ever feature, from her clothing to her body shape was something that she herself desired. The vibration of her kicking made it hard to focus and as soon as salt water would try to enter her mouth, she spit it back out back into the water. Firenze didn't have that problem, walking over the alien terrain beneath her feet. Her mouth was not resting near the surface, dealing so much with the waves.
Encouragement came from her new friend as she looked backward to her splashing feet. It was strange, as though she herself could feel some form of propulsion back there. Was she really doing it, or was Firenze mainly pulling her. Either way, the comment got a smile from Leeta, bright and big. As the wave came and she drew close to Firenze, it was like she was her mother, protecting her from the waves. Still, it was silly, so she slipped back down from her into the water. She began to stretch her legs out and to drift away from Firenze, but instead of finding support and her walking on the sand away from her like before, she found herself pulled close; too close in fact. Like a fish who was hit on the head with a spoon, she was stunned. Leeta's large eyes watched curiously as Firenze kissed her.
The feeling of her salty wet lips pressed against Firenze's and there it was, a light kiss. Churning boiling roils inside of her stomach flopped about, as did her limbs seeking the sand below. Quickly she separated from her swimming partner's lips and with a look half of disgust and surprise, her eyes sought answers.
"Wha...? Nooo no nono nonono no," she muttered out in confused form, shaking her head and pulling out of the grasp of Firenze. "I'm sorry. Um...That isn't....I mean." Her tongue flopped onto her lips that now tingled like they never had before. In her wildest romantic thoughts, this was never one of them. Pleadingly she flopped away from Firenze in the water, like a subject who had done evil in the sight of their king, hoping not to offend her company, but really having to leave.
"I'm just not like that!" She finally released from her small voice as though there was a roar of force behind it. Her own voice scared her and she covered her mouth. Now realizing she was half naked in front of someone who clearly didn't regard her as a sister, or even daughter, she ran. Ran to her clothes. It was clear that in no time she would be gone from beach, running, if not in terror.
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