Coppercurls
As tart as green apples, as warm as summer's long days… Her kiss was tangy and loving, innocent and passionate.
He had been with many girls, but none had given him this fire. Briar ran his fingers through braided hair, coiled just right against her head. He thought of his first impression- that hair, loose against her pale face. Striking.
He moved his mouth to her temple, kissing softly down her jaw and back again. Her eyes fluttered opened with a surprising femininity. She held his hand in hers, watching his tattoos change and bloom- green vines gave way to bursting roses and ruffled tulips of vivid reds, yellows and oranges.
Briar pulled her closer, and the winds came across the sea, wrapping her skirt around his legs. His shirt pulled and whipped across his chest and back.
His kisses moved down her neck, in what her mother would consider improper places. But what did she care for her mother- she was dead to her. Nature was her mother. She let out a soft moan that was covered by thunder.
He recaptured her lips as rain started to sweep down. She laughed, and he pulled her into a lean-to of sorts. The wind and water had eroded the rock away, a ten foot cover and shelter.
Briar looked into her eyes, gray as the sea behind them. She was drenched, and totally in her element. Rain dipped down her fetures. He kissed her freckled nose with the lightest of touches.
"You're beautiful, Coppercurls."