[alia’s only response is a not-at-all stifled giggle, resting back on her hands, shoulders back, bared chest soaking up the sun as homelander sloshes back to the shore and, after a moment, strips down. her faze is similarly unflinching, unblinking, peering out from between locks of hair that tumble around her face when he returns, holding the bottle, bare-chested and bare-legged.
she doesn’t look at the bottle for a moment, clearly occupied in looking at him instead. there’s a strange, quiet boldness in her too-bright eyes, in the way they linger – not overtly seductive, not lascivious, but not afraid either. she’s looking, and she wants him to know she’s looking, like there’s nothing that can hide from her, whether he’s wearing a hundred layers or nothing at all.
finally alia’s eyes meet homelander’s, giving away nothing, blinking slow and long-lashed in the warm, false spring sun. one foot nudges out, bumps very lightly against his shin beneath the water, then she pushes off her seat and wades forward to meet him halfway. standing, she’s shorter, slighter, and the uneven lake bed means she’s half-swimming, water lapping up the smooth, damp plane of her stomach, splashing at the pert, perky shape of her breasts as she comes to a stop in front of him.
another of those long, thoughtful looks, then alia plucks the bottle from homelander’s hand, turning it around and around for a moment, then uncapping it to sniff.] Mmmm…mhm. Nice. [a sudden grin, all her teeth, flashing in the sun.] Good choice.
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she doesn’t look at the bottle for a moment, clearly occupied in looking at him instead. there’s a strange, quiet boldness in her too-bright eyes, in the way they linger – not overtly seductive, not lascivious, but not afraid either. she’s looking, and she wants him to know she’s looking, like there’s nothing that can hide from her, whether he’s wearing a hundred layers or nothing at all.
finally alia’s eyes meet homelander’s, giving away nothing, blinking slow and long-lashed in the warm, false spring sun. one foot nudges out, bumps very lightly against his shin beneath the water, then she pushes off her seat and wades forward to meet him halfway. standing, she’s shorter, slighter, and the uneven lake bed means she’s half-swimming, water lapping up the smooth, damp plane of her stomach, splashing at the pert, perky shape of her breasts as she comes to a stop in front of him.
another of those long, thoughtful looks, then alia plucks the bottle from homelander’s hand, turning it around and around for a moment, then uncapping it to sniff.] Mmmm…mhm. Nice. [a sudden grin, all her teeth, flashing in the sun.] Good choice.