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I watched that figure swim onto where I was, the sound of his voice beckoning onto me, telling me to remain calm.

But how was I supposed to remain calm, when I was just minutes away from turning into an icicle.

"Get on my back" I heard that voice. So low, earning my broadened eyes which were centered on his form.

"Get on, Anna" He called yet again, gaze finding rest in the lost one of mine.

And making not a sound, I climbed onto him.

Naked, I stayed atop his back, arms wrapped around his neck, while he swam with me to the bank.

Our bodies remained so close, my ragged breaths jamming into his ears, and with my form still in his, he pulled out the lake, laying me bare on the grass.

"Are you okay?" A cloud of air puffed out his lips, eyes still holding mine.

"I'm cold"

My voice wavered, lips quivering, while my hands went wrapping around his body.

I still was bare, with my hands the only thing acting as a covering for my naked body, I remained sitting on the dewy grass, the chill of the night rushing to me.

"Would you like me to hold you, Tinkerbell?"

I couldn't tell if his utterance was one of those many teases of his, still, I caught onto the pensiveness held in that gaze.

"I'm naked" I stated.

"I can see that" Followed his response, with eyes still onlooking mine.

"Please pass my clothes" I soon called out, hands already outstretched onto him.

He pulled the yellow dress I had taken off minutes ago, dropping it into my hands, and then his scrutiny remained on me.

"I need to get dressed" I stated the obvious, yet he remained watching me, making no move.

"You have to turn around" I watched his eyes narrow at me, lips pulling open to speak.

"I just carried you naked all the way here, Anna" He called out.

"Still doesn't mean I'll get dressed in front of you" I retorted.

"Now please turn around, I'm freezing"

Giving no protests, he turned around, back turned to me, while I threw the dress over my body.

"You fascinate me, Anna" Came that voice, with his figure soon turning around, so his eye would meet mine.

I was about emitting a squeal, about yelling at him that I still might have been naked, but at the sight of what he held in his hands, I froze.

"A Minnie mouse pantie" The grin took to his lips.

"Do things like that exist?" At once, I snatched it off his hold, pulling it tight into my hands, while I made certain to keep away from him, going over to sit by the bank of the lake.

"I believe red would suit you better" He called out, figure inching closer to where I was.

"That purple doesn't flatter you so much, Tinkerbell"

He had crouched to my height, gaze teasing me, while his breath sailed around my skin.

I caught a grin tugging at his lips, at the sight of my eyes faltering at that piercing stare of his, and at once, I turned away, finding interest in the still of the waters.

For a long minute, the silence was all that befell us.

With him so close to me, I caught onto the breaths that poured out his lips, and in a moment, I was brought to a jolt at the soft touch of his hands against mine.

"Look at me, Anna" His voice poured out in whispers, eyes holding mine.

"Don't look away" He followed.

I swallowed hard at the lock of our gazes. And with that scrutiny searching through, rushed with every warmth and calm, my own eyes found rest in his.

Our stares lingered, my hands still in his, and only then did his face inch closer, body drawing nearer.

I watched that figure pull closer to me, watched his eyes long in mine, and perhaps, it was that burning gaze that soon caused my eyes falling, but at the touch of his lips against mine, I froze.

***

His hold was soft, light, and while his lips paused, waiting for mine to give him entrance, I came to the realization of what was happening.

Other than the sound of the crickets calling from afar, accompanied with the croaking of the frogs in the lake, his breaths were all that sailed into my ears.

And just at that second when my lips pulled his, they slid in, deepening the kiss.

Lips moving in sync, our bodies jived to the kiss.

My hands went tugging at his hoodie, soon taking it off his body, baring to my eyes, that firm surface which stood as his chest.

My hands began wandering there, like an explorer with a new discovery. They trailed all the way to his abs, taking a stop right above his crotch.

I caught his gaze lingering on me, searching through my profile, and in a second, he had pulled off the dress which I had placed on minutes ago, revealing my bare body all for those hazel eyes to take.

His hands went on a stroll all around me, lips trailing from my face, all the way to my chest, taking a stop on my bosoms.

I saw his eyes rush with every desire, breaths pouring out soft.

His fingers soon went up my thighs, roaming around my curves.

"Why did you put this on if I was going to tug it off anyway?" He called, prying the Minnie mouse panties off of me.

For a second, his eyes found rest on that birthmark which sat an inch above my groin, right below my belly, and then, did his fingers brush past that area.

Mother always said I took most of her features— hair colour, eye colour, even her birth marks which stayed in hidden places. Except her own birth mark was just a dot below her belly, meanwhile, mine looked like a thorn you would find poking a plant.

It was shaped weirdly, so, Laurie would say, anytime we went swimming, and her eyes were found taking in my form.

I felt the chill course through the opening between my thighs, with my gaze still locked in his.

"You captivate me, Anna" His lips brushed against mine, hands wandering around my hips, earning that breath that had so been hitched in my throat.

His lips found abode on my breasts, sending jolts to my being.

My breaths poured out even faster, hands clutching onto his, while his fingers came in as visitors into the opening down there.

Those eyes never took a leave off mine. So calling, they held on strong, while those lips went trailing down my lower body.

Slowly, they sent teases around my thighs, body arching at the kisses he sent to my skin.

And right at the touch of his lips on my vulva, the gasp poured out, fingers digging into his skin, while he familiarized himself with my pubic.

The sound of my breaths was all that sailed into his ears, with body jolting at every of his touch.

Meanwhile, I could feel his lips pushing into my cervix, sending such sensation through my entirety. Such sensation I was only now discovering.

This was like a science experiment I partook in back In Stanford, an experiment to unfold things. Except this time, I was the one unfolding.

There followed the heat rushing all the way from my chest down to my legs.

It coursed through me, the sparks lighting my being.

And right when it came at the forefront of that door, that door which connected to the derivative pleasure given, I watched that figure pull away from me, hands reaching for his hoodie pulled on the grass.

"We should leave" Those were the words I heard right before he moved away from me, leaving me stark naked on the grass, right at the climax of desire and longing.