Private RP with @TinyZombieKat (Stalkers Are Welcome, but You May Be Very Very Confused)

((At the beginning Neo & Braith had their first date at the beach too. They got fries. XD))

M chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Ah, my lady, I am very far from young. I might look it, somehow, but I am not, I assure.”

((At the beginning Neo & Braith had their first date at the beach too. They got fries. XD))

(Oh riiiiight.

Well Isla is an ocean-based city town so we have to take advantage of it.)

"Being young is a choice, old man." She chuckled, coming to a stop as the waves crashed around her. Maelia doubted she was going to get him into the water with her without doing something drastic. She strode through the water, stopping just before him and turning her back. "I won't be able to swim with this on. Help me?" She brushed her hair over her shoulder, pointing to the hidden zipper of her dress with a slim finger.

M gasped lightly when she asked for his help. He nodded a little and carefully grabbed the zipper, pulling it down. His hands were shaking lightly, like the way they did when he was younger and nervous.

Maelia let the dress pool at her feet, suddenly very shy about all of her exposed underthings and skin. But she hid is well as she tossed her curls over her shoulder where they brushed her lover back just above her bum and waded into the water. Now that she was flushed with her fire, the water steamed as it hit her skin.

M gritted his shaking hands into fists. Stop it, He quietly scolded himself. It felt dirty and wrong to watch her like this. To want to wade in after her and feel exactly how soft the pigment of her skin was..

Maelia waded to where she could no longer feel the sand under her toes. It felt wonderful. "Are you sure you're going to stay out there?" She called to M.

M blinked rapidly and looked down at his feet. He really wanted to follow her in, but there were many reasons why he could not.
“I… I must.”

Maelia frowned as she tread the water. It felt like silk between her fingers and around her body, but she missed the warmth of M. She swam back, ducking under the waves and casually walking up the sand. She shivered slightly as the night air clung to her soaked self. She gave M a dazzling smile. "It's no fun when you swim alone. Perhaps next time."

M nodded, keeping his gaze carefully on her floating dress. He picked it up carefully, but couldn’t bring himself to give it to her.
“I don’t think there will be a ‘next time’, my lady.” He kept his gaze down and away from her body.

Maelia considered it for a moment, taping her chin. "Perhaps not the ocean, but a smaller, warmer body of water. A hot spring? Do you have those here?" Her eyes brightened at the prospect, momentarily forgetting that she was standing before M in nothing but her underthings, which when went became indecently see through. But she was drying as they spoke, the fire under her skin providing the quick shift. Within a moment, her curls were back to their long glossy springs and the last drops of water on her skin disappeared with a gentle hiss.

M could feel his face warming, though he was rather far from her warm body. He kept his gaze carefully down.
“W-we do. But I doubt I can enter one.”

This time Maelia pouted. "Why ever not? They have amazing healing capabilities, not to mention they are warm and inviting." She had gently taken her dress from him as she spoke, brushing off the sand and drying it with a glowing hand. Once she was satisfied, she slipped it back on and turned so he could do up her zipper again. "I think you would like it." She continued.

M “oh”ed softly when she took her dress back. “W-well we could go now. There is no rush,” He said with a soft smile, holding his hands when he zipped her back up. “There’s one just past the Palace.”

Maelia playfully raised a brow, as she turned back around to face M. She tugged on a long curl of hers, looking up at him. "I thought you said you couldn't enter one?"

M nervously tugged a furl of hair out of the smooth mess of hair at his ears, making the rest of it puff up. He didn’t seem to notice.
“If they’re as healing as you say, my lady, I’m assured I’ll be okay.”

Grinning, Maelia looped her arm through M's. "Well, well. A rebel are we?" She said mischievous glint returning to her eyes.

M grinned a little and looked away shyly. “I might be.” He began to lead her to the direction of the Palace, feeling tingly and confident. However, once they arrived to the back area of the Palace and the soft curls of steam from the large pools of naturally heated water, he began to doubt his decision.

Sensing his hesitation, Maelia paused, pulling M to a stop beside her. "I would rather you not do anything that would make you uncomfortable just to show me a good time. I am plenty happy just having dinner with our brothers." She gave him a heartbreakingly sweet smile, as she gently pat his bicep.

M nervously ran a finger down his soft hair and blinked down at the spring. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He pushed his hesitancy away and glanced at her.
“It’s my job to show you a good time, anyway.”

"Technically that's my brother's job, but I'm glad you have taken over." She looked him in the eyes, looking doubtful. "Are you sure?"

M nodded slowly and went to taking off his shirt to distract himself.
“Of course I will. It’ll be fine.” Now as he reflected over the many times he has meerlt taken a shower and it still hurt, yeeting himself into a pool didn’t seem to smart, but hell, she wanted him to.

(REALLY!? YOU GONNA USE YEET IN A SENTENCE?!)

Maelia blinked at the exposed skin, little embers appearing on her cheeks like freckles as she blushed insanely. "M…No. I'm serious. We can just stick our feet in." Gods, he was going to go and hurt himself for her. No way would she let that happen.

(I’ll use it as my everything)

M shook his head, his face heating up. His body was really telling him to stop before he made a fool of himself.
“D-do you need help with your dress?” His composure was slipping as he shouldered off his jacket to do the same to his shirt.

"My…dr–? M. Please. I do not want you hurt. Enough!" She grabbed his hands, stopping him from unbuttoning his shirt. "Do not hurt yourself for me. Our feet with be sufficient." Maelia hated to use such a tone, but she didn't know what else to do. She looked up at him, tears swimming in her eyes, but they did not fall. Why would he do something like this?

M gently gripped her hands back and didn’t look at her. If she wanted to get into the springs, which he could still hear faint whispers of it in the corners of her mind, he would get into the springs.
“I will not hurt myself. It won’t hurt, I assure.”

Maelia just stared at him. She dropped her hands, silently turning so her back faced him and he could get to her zipper. "Very well." She whispered, barely audible over the sound of the spring.

M chewed on his lip and gently unzipped her dress, then went back to fumblind with his shirt. Maybe he shouldn’t take off his shirt. He wasn’t very attractive without it like the sterotype for men was like. But… why not? He didn’t want to make her feel left out.

Maelia stepped out of her dress and into the water. It would be hot to anyone who didn't have an affinity for fire, but to her it felt like a casual bath. She disappeared under the water, fretting over her companion. Why would he go to such lengths to make her happy?