𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾CHAPTER FIFTEEN☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙

xv. water is the driving force of all nature !

|SUN GLISTENED OFF OF THE GREEN TINTED LAKE, as her fingers glazed against the warm water

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|SUN GLISTENED OFF OF THE GREEN TINTED LAKE, as her fingers glazed against the warm water. She watched as the congregation of clouds floated by, each of them sensing the presence of the sun. The white puffs were a strong bright white, in the acres of blue. She exhaled through her mouth, letting out a cold whistle of air. Her chest rose and fell, at a slow peaceful pace, as she dipped her toes into the river.

The blazing ball of heat up in the sky cherished Ambrosia with the warmth her bare body needed. As she went deeper, her feet threatening to touch the bottom, she noticed a butterfly. She made a subtle, graceful movement with her arm, as if suggesting that the little insect flutter onto her her middle and pointer finger. The water made a few hidden sounds as the girl touched the bottom of the shallow depths, with help from the water's edge. She shivered as she bent her legs from underneath her, dunking herself under.

As she came back up, she took a needed breath, unaware of how much she teased. Water droplets made an appearance, rolling down her bare chest. They made a soft sound as they rejoined the larger body of water. Her hair ran down her back in a flattering way, as she ran a hand through it. There were no knots whatsoever. Something that pleased Ambrosia. Her hazel blue eyes caught a glimpse of something in the water, a reflection.

She quickly caught on and a smile replaced her content face. She swayed her lips, gently. Her hands right above her exposed v-line that drove someone crazy. The figure watched as the girl danced, trying to catch the attention of her.

Once that person got closer, Ambrosia could see further. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes that reminded her of the first time she had gone skiing, and gotten a cold, but her illness went away as her lips tasted the sweet cocoa that wrapped around her like a blanket.Warm cocoa was what the tanned woman's eyes meant to her. The feeling of warm in your throat, trickling down into your stomach. The feeling of comfort. The feeling of home.

Ambrosia imagined music playing, the strumming of a guitar as she moved her body. The tanned woman couldn't help but admire her love. She was drop dead gorgeous, and she had a heart of an angel.

The tanned woman, slowly removed her red and black flannel shirt, something the girl in the water had gifted her. As much as she loved it, she wanted it off, just like the rest of the fabric on her body. She lifted her black shirt above her head, and rugged her jeans off.

She simply got undressed, and followed suit behind Ambrosia, who was in her own world, dancing to make belief music. The tanned woman dunked herself quietly and approached Ambrosia. She placed her head in the crook of the girl's neck, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Hey baby." She cooed, her hands traveling around Ambrosia's body. Starting at her waist, they moved to her stomach, her thumb rubbing against the soft skin that the younger had.

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