Rain

They left the path and crossed the grass to the lake side. She led him to a large rock that leaned out over the water. She scampered up onto it, and he followed right behind her. He sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Relaxing, she leaned back and melted into his arms.

They sat there for a while, just looking out over the lake. The dark water reflected the rolling clouds, and a warm wind, heavy with rain, swirled around them.

She almost jumped when his lips brushed her neck, not quite expecting it. A low chuckle formed in his throat, and he followed it with another kiss, just beneath her ear. Her sigh mixed with the wind.

She turned to face him, and their lips met with an electric tingle, anticipation turning their blood to fire. They covered each other with soft, fleeting kisses, letting the teasing increase their passions.

She gasped, back arching as he traced his finger down her spine. He grinned, letting his fingers dance across her back, until he fell prey to his own tactics. He closed his eyes, face going slack for a moment.

"No fair," he murmured.

"I do wonder what your basis for comparison is," she replied. She darted forward, lunging for his neck, and it as his turn to gasp. His head tilted back to expose more neck, one hand gently brushing her hair. The other sneaked beneath her shirt, sliding to her lower back, pulling her closer. The only coherent thought he could manage was to wonder how her skin could be so warm, so soft.

His hands drifted upwards, caressing her breasts, and she relented on his neck. His other hand slipped under her shirt as he nuzzled her neck. A moment later, he was lifting her shirt over her head. They paused for a moment, both removing their tops before they continued. He pulled her close for a moment, just holding her. The wind drew lines of goosebumps across their bare flesh. The warmth of skin against skin provided a intense counterpoint.

He dove for her neck again, kiss following kiss, working his way downward. He paused at the hollow of her neck to work his way back up the other side, teasing, then continued his downward movement. Fingers and lips caressed her breasts, each move translating his hunger. She enjoyed it for a while, making soft noises, then pushed him back.

"My turn," was all the warning she offered, before her mouth was pressed against his chest. He drew in a sharp breath, then let it out as a low moan. Closing his eyes, he leaned back, body arching to her touch, silently pleading with her. As she drifted lower, he could feel his arms turning to lead. Then her lips found the hollow above his hip.

He jumped like he'd been shot. His breath caught for a moment, then escaped in a sigh. She did it again, and again, and all he could do was moan.

Something wet and heavy and vaguely cold splattered on her back. He opened his eyes in time to catch a raindrop square in the eye.

He snorted and blinked. "Looks like we're going to get wetter than we already are." Laughter tinged his voice, along with something deeper, more hungry. Another drop fell, and within moments, the sheen of rain covered them both. Gently, he lifted her head up and looked in her eyes. "C'mere," he said quietly, somehow managing to get a throaty quality to it.

She met his kiss just as fiercely, fast, hard kisses that spoke of passion about to escape. Both gave in at the same time, hands slipping into waistbands, pulling shorts down, fingers stroking, but promising fulfillment, soon.

"We've got three choices," he growled. "The rock's not very soft, there's the grass..."

"And?" she whispered in between kisses.

"Well, we're already wet...." He left it hanging, knowing that swimming, and water in general, was a sacred thing to her.

"Something. Anything. Just touch me."

Clothing was left behind as they slid off the rock into the water. He winced at the shock of the cold, but steeled himself long enough to dunk himself up to his shoulders. She followed him, a pale glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes.

He pulled her close, wet hair trailing on the water behind her, grateful for her warmth. "I love you," he said, looking her directly in the eyes, putting as much emotion behind the words as he could. The uncertainty faded, replaced by something felt as well as seen. Trust.

He embraced her tightly for a moment. "Gods," he whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I love you so much." He released her and smiled at her, hand gently cupping her jawline. Eyes bright, a finger traced down to her chin, followed by a soft kiss that grew increasingly passionate. Hands and lips undid the shock of the cold water, and soon, they were joined as one. Ripples from their movements drifted outward, mingling with the rain-ripples. Exertion overcame the temperature of the water, and soon thoughts of cold were the last things in their minds. They spiraled upwards together, one's ecstasy fueling the passion of the other. Gasping, they collapsed against each other.

The steady rain brought him back to reality first. He nuzzled her neck and stroked her, whispering softly. When she came back to earth, a few moments later, they simply looked into each others' eyes, an intense sharing, a feeling of completeness.

With a sigh to steel herself, she reached down to push his hips away. "No," he whispered softly. "Not yet." Knowing she liked the feeling of completeness, craving it too. "I like it too. A little while longer? Please."

She looked into his eyes for a moment longer, searching, before a faint smile ghosted her lips. She pulled him close. "You'd better be real," she threatened him.

"I am, love," he promised, smiling despite his seriousness. His hand stroked her wet hair. "I am."

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