Missed Connections

Chapter 49 - Getting wet

Louis is practically nipping at my heels as we run down the path towards the dock. I squeal in delight, deking and dodging his grasp. My mouth is spread widely and I am giggling like a fool. Rough terrain be damned, I rush towards the water as quickly as possible.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Louis exclaims, stepping on a few small pebbles and some dried pine needles. He halts his running to try and wipe his feet clean.

"Suck it up, Princess!" I yell, laughing. "We're doing this!"

I pause to watch his progress and throw my hand out towards him. Abandoning his grooming, Louis jogs towards me and grabs my hand firmly. I loop my fingers tightly around his, and pull him on a forward trajectory towards the water. As we get closer, Louis hesitates but I tug his hand again and urge him on.

"Is it going to be cold?"

"Don't overthink, just jump!" I say, giddy as a little kid.

And we do.

We form a beautiful snap shot of limbs suspended in mid air. I imagine we look just like all the quintessential cottage pictures I have taken over the years. The movie in my head feels like it is playing is slow motion. My heart leaps in delight. Then comes the submersion. First the sun heated top layer of water, warm like bathwater. Next the cool, refreshing lower level that rushes the blood away from your limbs, driving it to your core so quickly that it forces the breath from your throat. My ears are flooded with the rushing sound of limbs moving in water. Bubbles caress my face as I push upwards and break the surface of the water.

I am grinning like an idiot. I run my hand over my eyes to force out the excess droplets of water, and push my wet hair back against my head. I look over at Louis and he too is breaming. I swim over to him, and feign moving in for a kiss. Instead, I clap the angled palm of my hand on the surface of the lake, sending an impressive amount of water straight into Louis' face. Surprised, he lets out a strangled noise. I throw my head back and laugh from deep within.

"Naughty girl!" says Lou when he has recovered. The pulled up corner of his mouth suggests he too is ready for some mischief. "And you know what I like to do with naughty girls..."

Louis lunges in my direction. I squeal and dive under the water, swimming as fast as I can away from the dock. I kick my feet emphatically trying to drive more rivulets of water into his face, but I'm not fast enough. Strong arms loop around my middle and I am pulled under the water. Tangling limbs push and pull, each of us blindly trying to get the upper hand. Finally I break the surface and inhale a deep needed breath of fresh air. Louis follows, and I hear his sharp intake. Satisfied that he has gotten a lungful, I press my weight down on his shoulders and drive him underwater once more.

Not wanting to go alone, Louis grabs my middle and my head also slips below the surface. I feel his legs hit the bottom. As his legs bend I push against them and head back up for another breath. Louis' head breaks through seconds later. He is laughing deeply, and the sound is contagious. I cautiously swim back towards him.

"Truce?" I ask. My hand is poised and ready to splash if needed.

"For now," Louis responds, crossing the rest of the distance between us. He holds me close and kisses me deeply. I throw my arms around his neck and press into him. A warmth spreads on my skin where we touch despite the coolness of the water. Spinning me, Louis pulls us towards shallower water. Once he finds a footing, he spreads my legs around his torso. I close my knees around his hips, and anchor myself.

I small groan of pleasure erupts from my throat as I feel Louis' desire pressing against my core. A second escapes as Louis tugs the flimsy, sodden fabric of my bralette aside to expose my hardened nipple to the water. He rolls the sensitive skin between his fingers, and immediately I clench my legs, wanting nothing more than to have him inside me.