"You saved my life, you know."
"Which time; the Alamo? Watergate?"
"That is not what I meant..."
"I don't know, I think I'm losing count." Lucy's grin widens and she playfully bumps into Wyatt.
"Oh, yeah? Well what about now?" In one swift motion he has a hand on her back pushing her closer towards the edge of the pool. She grabs his shirt sleeve to try and steady herself.
Lucy laughs. "You wouldn't."
Wyatt smirks. "Would I?" But before he can push her again, Lucy falls forward, taking him with her.
They hit the water with a loud splash and submerge. The water is cold and quickly soaks through their clothes. They stand up and catch their breath. She bursts into laughter and Wyatt can't help but smile.
He shakes his head, trying to get some of the water out of his eyes. He looks up to see her smiling and pushing her hair away from her face. She's happy.
Before he has time to question it, he's moving towards her, reaching for her face, pulling her closer.
It's unexpected but she's been waiting for this moment. The hand on her cheek, the arm around her waist. His breath tickles her nose.
Before there's any more interruptions, he kisses her.
Soft lips.
His hand slides from her face to the back of her neck.
Bites lip.
Her hands reach for his shoulders; his back.
No space.
Between their bodies. He wants to feel every inch of her.
Tongues between teeth.
She wasn't sure if she'd remember what he tasted like. The last kiss was so sudden and new.
Heat.
His hand runs down her waist, her hip, her thigh - swimming in the fabric of her dress. He grasps the back of her knee and lifts it to his side.
She melts into him.
They lean against the wall of the pool. Coming up for air, Wyatt trails kisses down her neck. Lucy runs her fingers through his hair.
Reality washes over her - what if Rufus and the others come back? She panics and takes Wyatt's face in her hands. He seems to read her expression quite well. He softly kisses her once before helping her climb out of the pool.
Nearby there's a guest house. As quietly as possible, they make their way inside, soaked shoes in hand, laughter under their breath. Both are almost giddy with adrenaline.
Lucy finally glances down at her drenched dress. She sighs and reaches to undo the zipper but his hands are already there. "May I?" He asks.
"Thank you." She nods, having a difficult time keeping her breathing steady. He ever so slowly opens her dress. Lucy shivers.
She turns to him and starts to unbutton his shirt. Her hands start to tremble from the cold water of her clothes. He pulls at his old fashioned suspenders.
Unsure of what to say, they fill the room with shallow breathing and lingering stares - almost waiting for the other to make the next move. They continue to help each other undress, gradually increasing the urgency until Lucy can't stand it anymore. She wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses him passionately and he leads them onto the bed.
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