((I don't remember. But I like the idea that he does have tattoos so let's go with it.))<br/><br/>The moment drew out, the wind and spray of the ocean quieting as soon as he felt her touch, her hand on his arm. Silver/yellow eyes turned to her, an energy sparking between them. It was an imaginary pull but no less powerful than a magnet or some sort of tether connecting them in that moment. Whatever her was feeling for her, she was feeling something similar. It didn't matter that a storm raged around them, trees whipped by the wind, the sky darkened and flashing with lightning. The setting reflected the storm in their souls, great and terrible and beautiful and free.<br/><br/>It wasn't really even a conscious decision. One moment, their eyes met and he could see his own reflected in hers. The next, he was kissing her, a hand cradling her cheek, the other around her waist, tasting the salt on her lips. It was hungry and intense and despite the wind, he felt a heat suffuse the little hollow, his skin lightening to its normal sun kissed brown as if the temperature of their entwined bodies somehow had an effect on it.