After Scott had tossed the remains of the guava into the jungle and washed his hands, he kicked off his sneakers. Ami gave him a bemused look. "What are you doing?"
He gave her a crooked grin. "Walking upstream, literally." After Ami had removed her shoes as well, Scott gave her a long, lingering kiss just because it felt good. Then he took her hand and waded into the shallow water at the stream bank. The water and mud/sand was cool and soft underfoot. Ami let herself be led along.
After they'd passed the public and private swimming holes, both of which were vacant, Scott gradually lowered his shields. (Nothing,) he thought with a sigh of relief.
/Nothing?/
Scott stopped walking and pulled Ami close. /I let my shields down. No caucophony of emotion. Just you./ He ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her forehead. Tension was running off of Ami bit by bit. /C'mon,/ he said, taking her hand again.
/You're planning something,/ Ami accused good-naturedly.
Scott tossed a smile over his shoulder. /A little something./
/Tease./
/Yep./ His smug reply was followed by a yelp when she pinched his butt. It was good to hear her giggle, however briefly.
Eventually Scott found what he was looking for: another swimming hole. It wasn't as deep as the other two, but it was private without being too far into the jungle. Scott stripped while Ami frowned at him. "Your plan was skinny dipping?"
Scott stepped up to her, enjoying the ripple of ardor that carried across their link. He wasn't trying to seduce Ami -- not that he'd mind if that was the eventual outcome. "My plan was swimming. Kinda forgot bathing suits. My bad. But yeah, after my unexpected morning workout swimming is just the thing." With no further warning, Scott cannonballed into the deepest part of the water.
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[Scott] Down time (tag Ami, open)
Date: 2006-05-14 08:01 pm (UTC)He gave her a crooked grin. "Walking upstream, literally." After Ami had removed her shoes as well, Scott gave her a long, lingering kiss just because it felt good. Then he took her hand and waded into the shallow water at the stream bank. The water and mud/sand was cool and soft underfoot. Ami let herself be led along.
After they'd passed the public and private swimming holes, both of which were vacant, Scott gradually lowered his shields. (Nothing,) he thought with a sigh of relief.
/Nothing?/
Scott stopped walking and pulled Ami close. /I let my shields down. No caucophony of emotion. Just you./ He ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her forehead. Tension was running off of Ami bit by bit. /C'mon,/ he said, taking her hand again.
/You're planning something,/ Ami accused good-naturedly.
Scott tossed a smile over his shoulder. /A little something./
/Tease./
/Yep./ His smug reply was followed by a yelp when she pinched his butt. It was good to hear her giggle, however briefly.
Eventually Scott found what he was looking for: another swimming hole. It wasn't as deep as the other two, but it was private without being too far into the jungle. Scott stripped while Ami frowned at him. "Your plan was skinny dipping?"
Scott stepped up to her, enjoying the ripple of ardor that carried across their link. He wasn't trying to seduce Ami -- not that he'd mind if that was the eventual outcome. "My plan was swimming. Kinda forgot bathing suits. My bad. But yeah, after my unexpected morning workout swimming is just the thing." With no further warning, Scott cannonballed into the deepest part of the water.