Lryics belong to Angus and Julia Stone. Thank you FloodFeSTeR for the concept. Sadly she doesn't write Twilight fanfiction, I am sure hers would be amazing, but she sticks to other categories like Walking Dead, Hills Have Eyes, Inuyasha and Transformers. EXPAND WOMAN!
Oh lonely hands grab my suitcase
Full of nothing, I don't know why
You took me here and gave me
Something to believe
I don't know why
A cigarette pulls from wet lips, the filter nearly soaked all the way through. Her form is quivering and she is not wearing any clothes. The chill is biting all the way to the bone but she honestly doesn't seem bothered by it. Her eyes watch the ashes fall from the tip of her cigarette and she shifts the weight from her left foot to her right. The waves curl around each other, making hisses and growls, making everything seem so violent when really it was calm. She sighs, shoulders lifting and she looks over the right then back down to her toes. They curl around the rocks, lips frowning when the algae squishes between her toes.
She sighs again and flicks away the cigarette, stepping against the edge of the ocean. The salted spray curls and coats her pale feet. She steps further, salted spray curling and coating her protruding hip bones. She reaches around and presses her fingers against them, remembering everything that caused them and she shook her head, diving under the water. She closes her eyes and twirls under the water, giggling into the spray before she clamps her mouth shut head clears the water and she starts towards the shore again, pulling herself onto the rocks and lying on her chest. She closes her eyes and rests her head against the black things, enjoying the sounds around her.
Eyes flicker open, darting around and she grins against the rocks. A figure looms against the tree line. She lifts up onto her elbows, cradling her head in her hands. She lifts up her feet and swings them back and forth past each other, watching him aproach. She let her head sway back and forth, a playing smile on her lips.
"Peeping Tom," she purrs.
He shrugs, crouching down, warm eyes running over her. "Flirt."
She pushes herself up, lips meeting his, and then she pulls away, grinning. "Nope, I just find it funny when the pack picks on you when they feel your thoughts."
He rolled his eyes. "It's not funny dammit."
She chuckled and rolled over, staring at him upside down with a slight smile on her face. "Yeah it is."
He stood, reaching a hand down to her. "Come on, they're already laughing at me."
She let him pull her to her feet, grabbing her dress from the trees as they started through the brush, hand in hand. "Maybe I should be more cautious, I know they see me naked in there. Most would call me a slut."
He snorted. "As I said before, flirt."
She laughed and pulled away from him, twirling. "I should be a bashful lady."
"Flirt."
"Should be in the kitchen wearing a full length dress, baking muffins for the pack."
"Flirt."
God
You make me feel
Things
I've never felt before
God
