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[watches her and tries to imitate it, but immediately gets his head dunked first and scrambles to lift it back up, spitting out water

bleh :P]

... can I see that again?

[ brushes her hands lightly through his waterlogged hair— ]

Of course. Just try to keep your chin up, and resist the urge to look down at your hands. You might need to kick a little harder, if it's hard to stay up.

[ she demonstrates again, paddling on by. ]

[he tries again, and this time manages to keep himself afloat without taking a big gulp of water. and then he can't help but glance over at shrike like praise??????]

I think I've got it...

That was a lot better! You’re really getting it.

[ she’s beaming, honestly. ]

Most of the time people just like to splash around anyway, but it’s good to know at least a little like this.

[ of course if she’s going to be swimming, she’d rather not in waterlogged clothes, so she starts stripping out of her shirt to toss over onto the boardwalk. ]

[keeps swimming around in circles for a bit, but when she starts stripping he stops to catch his breath and to watch]

[ she looks over at him and waves as she tugs her pants off, too— ]

It was getting a little heavy, so I figured it’d just be easier all told...

You're probably right.

[rises to his feet and peels off his shirt so he's bare-chested, followed by his pants.

surprise: he's not wearing underwear, either]

[ h-hey holy shit??? ]

Ah—you—that’s—

[tossing his clothes on the boardwalk railing]

Much better, don't you think?

[ this is bullying!!! ]

It’s, I mean, it’s—

Gods, you’re attractive.

[wading towards her :)]

So are you.

[ she’s damp, but it’s clear she’s wearing something a little lacy, actually.

her hands gravitate to his chest on instinct as he draws near, because, look, girl soft, ]

Y-you seem like you’ve found some confidence in the water—

[his breath catches at her touch and he leans into it eagerly, his hands coming to rest on her hips]

Like I'm a shark scenting blood?

[he chuckles, and pulls her close, his gaze cast downward]

Did you wear that... for me?

It was... at least part of the motivation—

[ ///////// ]

It’s, er, a little bit of an experiment, but I thought it’d also just be... nice just in case...

Just in case we... can't keep our hands off each other. Good thinking.

[stroking his hand along her lower back]

You're beautiful. I love the way you look. The way you hold yourself.

[ she nuzzles her face into his neck. ]

...thanks. I get a little self-conscious sometimes, just because—most other women here are small and cute and—know how to lean into that, but...

...I’m very fortunate in love.

[tilts his head to the side to give her room, a few strands of wet hair clinging to his neck]

... can I tell you something?

...mhm. Of course.

[ her hands slide down to settle a little more relaxed at his waist. ]

[swallows]

My body always feels so... weak, and fragile, like I'm on the verge of shattering into a thousand pieces. No matter what form I take, as it turns out. And... I hate feeling vulnerable. Powerless. Like a strong gust of wind could knock me down. So... whenever I'm with you, and you use your strength to protect me, or comfort me, or catch me when I fall... I feel a little less weak. I feel like I'm... safe. Protected. Cared for.

[closes his eyes]

And you do that for me. Effortlessly. You even... surrender to me. I... love that. About you.

[ oh,,, ]

It makes me—really happy, to be able to—

I want to be that for as long as I can.

[ and she leans forward to kiss him. ]

[leans in to meet her, eager, pressing close and sighing into her mouth. he's more than a little needy for her, which may be what prompted him to shed his clothes like that so brazenly]

[ she's been proper about this for long enough, and pulls him close by reaching around to cup his ass with her hands; she's quick to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. ]

[he moans and grasps at her face with both hands, curling his tongue with hers and coaxing it in, a hot shiver curling down his spine]

[ she makes a muffled moan against his mouth, and tugs him along into slightly deeper water, waist-deep. one of her thighs she slots between his legs, adding fiction. ]

[gasps and has to break the kiss, mouth pressed to her jaw as he immediately grinds against her thigh, his breath hot and voice husky]

Shrike--

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