She stays close, still grinning broadly, laughter running under her skin or is that heat lightning? It's hard to say. The water amplifies everything, his scent, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands at her waist.

"What, am I to bring it back with me in my pockets?" Her tone is playful, light, but there's a certain breathlessness quality to her voice.

In a heartbeat, it becomes imperative that this moment, this feeling not be allowed to fade, to dissipate like so much smoke. The urgency takes her by surprise and she pulls back to look into his face, her cheek brushing his. She needs to see his face.

"You make it look so easy. Can you show me how? Please?"