<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, 23:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>@ the hot tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div>, well-worn jeans,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div>,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Delaney<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was something absolutely imperious and unassailable about her at this moment.  Lounging about in the hot tub, glistening from the steam.  Her eyes on him and only flickering away from time to time in order to help herself to what he had brought for her was as unsettling as it was compelling.<br/><br/>It was hard to tell what she was thinking.  No...calculus is hard.  Diamonds are hard.  Delaney was something else altogether.<br/><br/><em>“That’s a fascinating story and all...but I’m feeling a tad uncomfortable. Perhaps you could clarify something for me.” </em><br/><br/>That was it.  He felt like a hand had been plunged inside of his abdomen...he felt...awful.  This was it.  He turned a corner with her and she was done but not before she was going to put it to him a little.<br/><br/>Death.<br/><br/>Darkness.<br/><br/>He watched her pour more milk into the champagne flute...  It was like everything was moving in slow motion.<br/><br/><br/><em>“Are you or are you not aware that wearing jeans is generally frowned upon in a hot tub?”</em><br/><br/>Rebirth.<br/><br/>A new day.<br/><br/>Blue eyes closed and she could see him smile a moment.  Small...indulgent...relieved.  He bit his lower lip a moment as his eyes met hers...and he kept his lip bit to keep from smiling more.  From smiling too much.  It was like he could breathe again.<br/><br/><em>"I'm still in the penalty box.  Let me move onto the next thing and if you're good after that?  Then we can talk about my unacceptable state of dress."</em><br/><br/>His eyes flickered to the salted caramel that she was favouring.  It was something to note if he had the opportunity at a later date.  He looked back to her and lifted an eyebrow inquisitively.<br/><br/><em>"Do we have a deal?"</em>