Getting Our Feet Wet

Jan 17, 2005 21:52

Continued from here

When it was all over we clung to each other, our ragged breaths finally slowing. Lindsey was grinning like a cheshire cat, and I buried my face in his shoulder rather than try to return a smile that might look forced. I don't know why the hell I was having trouble with this. t's not like I hadn't done this sort of thing before. Maybe it was because it was Lindsey, he knew me so well. He'd see the signs if I wasn't careful. I nuzzled Lindsey's neck for a few moments, before slowly disengaging myself from him.

"It's so peaceful here. Hard to believe that it's so close to Sunny Dale. Home of the hellmouth." I suppressed a shiver, the cool water starting to spread a chill over my body. "Okay, I'm getting out before I get the wrinkly look." I smirked and started wading to the shore. I knew he was watching me as I got back out, and made sure he got a good view.

"Too bad we left the saddlebags behind. Nothing like a good naked frolic to make me work up an appetite."

We didn't have any towels so I used my own shirt to dry myself off. It'd be damp and cling to me, but it was better than having damp jeans. The ride back would be hell otherwise. Poor Lindsey, since his clothes were already wet.

I snickered at him when he put his hands on his hips, and contempleted his sodden garments.

"Something wrong?" I asked innocently...

(Open to Lindsey)
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