Sweet Hwaberry

“I hope so too. I can’t deal with how gross it sounds. It’s like listening to camels jumping on a spring board.”

Nibble my Muse's ear and tell them something dirty, sexual, or arousing and see how they react..

Eli && Berries.

“Then let us go, m`lady.” Eliza smiled and brought the woman’s hand up closer to her face, plush lips going to meet the satin skin over the latter’s hand in a chaste kiss before she tugged her along and down the sidewalk. “I’m assuming you like the outdoors?”

She smiled to herself at the gesture before nodding her head and following her. The young girl laced her fingers in with the other. “Most days I do. I enjoy painting at home and a nice strong drink.” Her dress lightly blowing in the wind; the white lace fluttering across her legs. “What about you, my flower?”

Eli && Berries.

“Yay! We should get going.” She smiled widely, standing from her seat to fix the soft wrinkles in the T-shirt she bore and the way her gym shorts sat on her hips, extending a hand for the latter to take. “I know this place that makes great grilled cheese– weird, but I’m craving and I’m sure you’d like it.”

Hwayoung stood up shortly after the other girl whose outfit was much different than her own. The girl stretched her muscles in her paint covered overalls and white tank top. A bright smile took over her face as she took the latter’s hand. “Sounds fine to me.”

Eli && Berries.

She took the chance to gently kiss the corner of the girl’s lips, reaching up to ruffle her hair gently as a display of her ever-playful affection towards the other. “I’d love to take you for lunch, maybe make it a date? The day is perfect for one so I don’t see why not.”

The sudden peck on the corner of her lips sent her into shock at the sign of affection. Hwayoung didn’t mind it, it had just startled her for a moment until she felt the other ruffle her short locks of hair. “A date?” She repeated, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Sure, why not.”

Eli && Berries.

“But you’re much cuter.” She stooped just enough to whisper near the girl’s ear, chuckling once she did and then brought a single finger up to tap her cheek. “Now, will we sit here and become one with the bench, or will we go and get a nice cup of lemonade?”

“No, not really.” She said, squirming with a smile on her face as the girl’s warm breath caressed her ear. “Anything sounds great to be honest with you.” Hwayoung looked over at the other, lightly setting her hand on her knee. “What do you want to do?”

Eli && Berries.

“..Hush.” She shushed the woman, a finger held up to her lips with a feigned expression of seriousness upon her face.  A quiet bout of laughter rang from her and she moved to tuck the few strands of the latter’s hair behind her ear, using her free hand to point towards a woodpecker in the tree near by with a bright smile now gracing her features. “Look! Isn’t it cute?”

The sudden seriousness of the woman, stunned her for a moment until her ears were flooded by her soft laughter, shortly joined by her own. Hwayoung turned to see the woodpecker in the tree. “It is.” She agreed, staring at it in awe for its’ simplistic beauty.

Eli && Berries.

“Everyone has their own opinion of themselves, just know that another person’s opinion may differ.” Just as she was about to retort, she found herself at a loss for words,  her eyes downcast now as her cheeks found themselves growing warm at the woman’s compliment. “Hey- I’m supposed to be making you blush, not vise versa.”

“I think you look cuter than I do when I blush anyway.” She replied, giggling at the rosiness of the other’s cheeks from her compliment. It was interesting to watch the other be at a loss for words from such a simple reply.

Eli && Berries.

“And when you bloom I assure that you will probably be the most beautiful flower anyone has set their eyes upon.” Heaving a soft sigh of content, she slouched into the bench more, fingers idly playing with the ends of the woman’s hair that lay over her shoulder. “I see you’re just as fond of Shakespeare as I am. have you read sonnet one-hundred thirty?”

“I have but if you think you’re going to compare me to the women in the sonnet, you’re sadly mistaken. I would look in the mirror to see who that poem was meant to describe if I were you.” She said, her voice soft as she spoke to the other. However, the other seemed to have a spell over her as she played with the end’s of Hwayoung’s hair.