He was the wild and stormy sea to her; flashing and rocking with a ferocity that both frightened and aroused her.
Uncontrollable and bottomless, like those eyes of blue that convinced her to take his delightfully calloused hands and plunge head first into it, into (him) them, all with out more than a split second of trembling hesitation.
He was the roaring ocean and the flashing summer lightening that both feared and desired. He touched her soul; shook her to her very core, making her quake with emotions that she had never been able to verbally express to him.
In the end, she did not have to say them (even if she could). She didn't even have time to think; she could only feel as she let go and gave way, falling head first into her sea.
a/n:
Just another drabble based off of a prompt. This time it's from Sockmonkeytastic, who gave the prompt 'ocean'. I may have cheated a bit. Not only did I change 'ocean' to 'sea', but I just spruced up an older drabble that I had sitting around.
I am considering trying to write a complete one shot, but I'm not sure what I would write yet.
Thoughts and prompts are adored.