[ She smiles into his shoulder before pressing a kiss on his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sea. Swaying from one foot to another, she tests out bearing her full weight again now that she's no longer in his arms. She finds that she misses it already, being held by him, trusting someone so fully, knowing that he could carry her when she was too tired to walk alone.

She stays tucked against him for a moment, sighing contentedly before the realization that they have already risked discovery for too long and she doesn't want now to be when a well-meaning attendant gets an eyeful. She peels away from him, adjusting her panties which are a debauched mess from the both of them (but still better than the alternative of going commando) and slips her shorts up from their spot where they've been discarded on the ground. Once she's mostly dressed and tied back any wayward hair, she loops her arms loosely around Nikolai's neck, draping her weight partially on him. ]

Mhmm. [ She hums with exaggerated consideration. ] Thoroughly brightened despite my best efforts to remain otherwise. [ A joke, of course. She is happy whenever she is with Nikolai. ] I wouldn't say no to another trot along the beach.