teeth so sharp, tongue so sweet

*working title, based on florences mermaid song*The cold eyes watched, engrossed. Cold fingers met, a little twitch of a spark. The weird feeling of first contact mixed with a shiver of that fire deep inside. They slid closer, higher, entwining together, hand in hand, then a sharp, strong grip squeezing comfortingly on her wrist. Marlene couldn't breathe. Once again those sharp, sweet lips seemed to have stolen it all.“What now?” the cocky grin asked. Marlene sucked in a little, the best she could do. Those sharp collar bones showed no signs of a lifejacket or bikini top, and up close the silver shine seemed all the less real. “You gonna pull me up? Or am I gonna pull you in?”or...marlene is a competitive COMPETITIVE rower, staying in town for the annual regatta, dorcas is a sweet, sinning siren, hungry for blood and ready for her annual hunting ashoreand so the gayness begins...