Wednesday sits at the edge of the dock, her feet dipped into icy waters. She swirls them about and the chill laps at her calves. A book sits in her lap, forgotten in favor of whatever thoughts lunge through her mind. The night is quiet barring the sounds of the bugs chirping about. The wind is a whisper through her hair, blowing her bangs back.
Wednesday's eyes are trained on the dark waters below. They glide over the small ripples in the waters surface, searching for movement below but finding none in the inky blackness. She knows her siren lurks below regardless, so Wednesday continues to watch. Waiting.
Wednesday's eyes whip off the side where out near the middle of the lake, something disturbs the water. Below her feet, the water shifts and a hand shoots out, grabbing Wednesdays leg.
Wednesday startles, but only in the sense that her heart picks up and her body goes rigid. She makes not a sound and she doesn't flinch away.
A melodic laughter pierces the silence, almost bringing a smile to Wednesdays face. Even if she wanted to be upset at the little prank, the joy on Bianca's face as she breaks through the surface of the water and the sound of her laughter has already chased away any negative feelings before they could brew.
"You startled me," Wednesday says, deadpan.
"You should have seen your face," Bianca replies, lifting her upper body out of the water enough to rest her arms over Wednesday's legs. Wednesday more her book so that it doesn't get wet but says nothing about the water soaking her pants.
Instead of a verbal reply, Wednesday reaches out to cup Bianca's face with one hand, trailing her fingers along the scales the cover her cheek bones. She takes in the dark brown of Bianca's eyes and can never quite help the fascination at the fact that the do not remain blue in her siren form.
Bianca must feel the shift in Wednesday's energy because she tilts her head into Wednesday's hands, pressing a soft kiss to Wednesday's palm.
This time Wednesday does smile; it's only a small quirk of her lips but her eyes are impossibly fond. Her affection is reflected in Bianca's eyes.
"We should probably head back," Bianca whispers. The reluctance is clear in her voice. She doesn't want their outing to end yet. They don't get to be like this at Nevermore.
Wednesday brings her other hand to hold Bianca's face. She watches the way long eyelashes caress high cheekbones as brown eyes slip closed. She would sit her for an eternity if it meant she could gaze upon Bianca in such a relaxed state all of the time.
Without thinking, Wednesday leans down and presses her lips to Bianca's. She feels her siren respond immediately and they both smile into the kiss.
"Soon," Wednesday says against Bianca's lips. "But not yet."
