"Dick!" You scream angrily, as a strong force pushes you into the cold, blue water. You thrash your arms around as the cold rises above your head and your vision starts to get blurry, and your eyes sting. You finally come out and look around for your boyfriend. He's standing at the edge of the pool, still taking off his shirt and laughing at your helplessness. You smirk to yourself as you dive back under. He's such an asshole, you think. Quietly, you go to where he is, still applying sunblock. You lift your hands up and slowly, grab his legs and pull him in. You cackle as he falls.
You suddenly realise that he'll probably try to drown you now. You try to get away from him, but he's fast, much faster than you, and he grabs you by the hips, and throws you to the other side of the pool, causing a big splash.
"DICK GRAYSON!" You scream, angrily. "I'm going to KILL you!" You say. Suddenly he comes from underneath and grabs your hips. "Dick!" You say, trying to get out of his grasp. He's too strong and lifts you up on the ledge. You splash him.
"Scary," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. You glare at him. He tickles you. "You didn't say sorry," he says, tickling you in all your weak spots. You're crying with laughter.
"Okay, okay! Stop!" You say. Nothing happens, he just keeps tickling you. "Sorry! Okay! Stop! Please!" Tears of laughter fall from your eyes.
"Race you to the end! The last one has to buy dinner!" Dick says although he's already halfway there. You catch up, complaining.
"Not fair! You cheated! And, it's your turn anyway!" You say, pouting like a little kid. He grabs you and pushes you up against the wall.
He kisses your neck, leaving bruises and you moan into his mouth.
"How about you be my dinner, then?" He says.
"Mmm... okay," you say.
