THE QUARRY POOL

Brutus stared at the Quarry Pool with interest. In District 2, the weather was usually cold, so no one really wanted to go for a swim. And if they did, they would have to enjoy freezing in one of the many lakes. Although, when the weather was unusually warm, it wasn't such a bad idea to cool off.

Brutus was squatting down on the edge of the pool when he saw Enobaria come out of the training area since it was located just yards away. "Brutus, Lyme needs you to bring the forms by tomorrow morning."

"Okay," he said.

Enobaria looked at him with confusion. Not once has she seen him out here. The quarry pool was the last place in District 2 she would except to find him. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

He stood up from his squatting position. "Just thinking."

"Well, can you do that at home? I'm exhausted and I want to get out of this stupid trainer's uniform," she said, pulling at the collar. Not having a reply, she dragged herself to where Brutus was standing. "Come on! We already stayed for forty-five minutes already. I don't want to spend any more time with those kids." Still no reply. "Fine, I'll be going home with or without you." Being aggravated by his ignorance, she attempted to push him in.

Brutus, having quick victor reflexes, grabbed hold of her arm and tried to counterattack from her attempt to push him in. Both being strong and well-built ended up falling into the pool by attempting to push each other in instead. They resurfaced to give each other glares.

"How could you just do that!?" shouted Enobaria, splashing his face with water.

He chuckled and splashed her back. "Don't bring this on me, you brought this on yourself. You were the one who tried to push me in first!"

Enobaria tried to maintain a serious face, but gave in and burst into laughter having realized what a stupid argument they were having. This was so childish of them; arguing about who pushed who. But sometimes, Enobaria showed different angles of her personality with Brutus. He brought back the silly, funny, angry, sad, and even childish side of her without even knowing it.

Brutus, understanding why she was laughing so much, joined her in the giggling and laughing. He swam up to her and snaked his hands around her waist. Enobaria wrapped her arms around his neck, laid her forehead on his, and brought him close. Brutus made the first move and kissed her soft, wet lips. Liking the idea, Enobaria kissed him back with even more excitement. Just as things were about to go a little more intimate, they withdrew their lips from each other when they felt a tall presence.

"I can't believe you two ended up here," said Lyme, the victor before Enobaria's generation. Even though she was old, she seemed young, at least on the inside. She was tall; about six feet tall, had well-toned muscles, and a strong mind. She was also very stern. "Care to explain?"

"Enobaria started it!" blamed Brutus, pointing at her.

"Fine! But he pushed me, too!" she defended. He splashed her and she splashed him back.

"I don't care who did what. Bottom-line is, you both ended up in this mess. Get out of the pool and head home," she ordered. They immediately untangled themselves from each other's arms, got out of the pool, and headed home.

Enobaria was taking a shower in the master bathroom when she heard the door open and close. A few seconds later, Brutus opened up the curtain and got into the shower with her. "I thought we could finish our little session here, instead."

She grinned and hungrily kissed him. That night was wet, romantic, and lustful for the both of them.

THE END