"I have to go soon," she said, but kept her thighs clamped around his hand. Tense but accepting. She kept looking around and over her shoulder. She knew people here would recognise at least one of them, Florida, Tampa especially was well known to house many wrestlers, so people probably looked out for them.
"I know that, too," he said. He moved his thumb in an arc over the flesh of her thigh.
"I'll see you around" she said, as much to herself as him.
"I hope so." His tone was soft. It was almost a plea.
"Oh…sure…I'd miss…"
"I think I know when that moment is going to be now," he said, watching her face for her reaction
"The one that changes everything? However it ends up?"
"That one, yeah."
"Ok. So?"
"The moment I take my hand back. You could evaporate and disappear. And that wouldn't be good."
"And if I don't?"
"That would be like the air making a promise."
She uttered a weak laugh. "I promise I won't evaporate," she said.
"I'll trust you on that." Her skin went sweaty against his hand. Or maybe it was the other way around. He closed his eyes and sighed.
She shifted her thigh enough to free his hand, but he didn't take it away. His palm slid further, until his fingertips brushed the snug material of the bikini hugging her mound under the skirt.
She muttered his name softly and finally looked up. He took his hand back.
"Um…see? I didn't evaporate."
"No, you sure didn't," he smiled, but the tone was unconvinced, as if there were a 'not yet' hovering behind it.
Her face looked set to stand up and walk off, but her body was slow to follow. She took another sip of water.
"Can I ask one more thing before I go?" she stalled.
He smiled, nodded of course.
"How do you think the way my skin is wrapped around me makes the air feel?"
He thought seriously and finally pinned her eyes. "Like an imitation of something."
Her lips curled into his memory. She stood up and so did he. They leaned close and she kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, john."
"Shhh, don't say that," he started to say, but she was already on her way through the crowds. The muscle of her thighs and ass moved as if she were stalking something no one else could see.
The only thing he didn't like about watching her walk away was knowing she was on her way somewhere else. He tried reminding himself she was only a woman. She was simply walking, he knew she would be back before the day ended, he just knew. The further she walked out of his range, the more he wanted to chase after her, he sat and convinced himself that's what she wanted. The morning had been small games between the pair, seeing if the other would fall for it and admit they wanted more first.
John wasn't going to be that person. He admitted far to much to her far to early, he was playing his cards close to his chest as it were. At least until this was going somewhere and this wasn't a game mickie wasn't prepared to make into a serious more permanent gesture.