swimming

[pokerplayereyes]

"I can't swim," said Ned, for just about the thousandth time as they walked down the narrow path. He had his fingers twisted around Rogue's, something which still felt old, made his hand feel like someone else's but which at the same time he wouldn't have been willing to stop doing, either

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[un_gloved]

"You are such a baby," Rogue muttered, shaking her head head and looking skyward. "I won't let ya drown."

Her own suit was significantly less garish, and she'd foregone shoes altogether, content to enjoy the warmth of the day. The hand-holding was strange, and she felt a little silly about it sometimes- it was an odd thing to do, walk around holding someone's hand, but she was pretty sure she only felt that way because she'd never done it before. One thing she'd learned so far about Ned, though, was that if she showed any hesitation toward something he would cease, immediately, sometimes before she'd actually worked out if she wanted him to. So when he reached for her hand, she would offer it, enjoying something as simple as the feel of their palms sliding together, the grip of his hand, callouses, nails against her skin. It hadn't stopped feeling new, yet, not in the slightest.

[pokerplayereyes]

Ned gave her a sideways glance, a slight smirk playing around his mouth.

"Maybe I'll have to pretend to drown, then. Just t'see what happens."

[un_gloved]

"Yeah," she said challengingly, shooting him a look, eyebrows up and corners of her mouth curling, "I'm kinda curious m'self."

[pokerplayereyes]

Ned rolled his eyes and jerked her by her hand, her shoulder brushing his bare chest for a second.

"I'm gonna find someone else to waste all my time with."