She took off her shirt and her bra, her junior training bra, looked just like a bikini top. Her feet and thighs and stomach were bare. Even her gloves, her black gloves that she had worn, would always wear, were gone. And it was summer, it always would be.

She smirked and stuck out her tongue between her teeth.

"But, Lili, I- I can't."

Hands on hips. "Come on Raz, it'll be fun!"

More fun than kissing?

Raz pulled his jacket on, tighter, tighter, choking. "But what about Cruller?"

Lili rolled her eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. She reached and pulled down her skirt. It pooled around her ankles, her feet covered. Her underwear matched her bra; clean and white.

"Admiral Cruller isn't going anywhere, he never leaves his spot. He's probably asleep; stop being so paranoid."

But this isn't paranoia, this is a curse and death and even though she looks so cute with her hair down, he has to say.

"No. I can't swim."

A likely excuse.

"But, I've seen you in water before," she told him.

"Well, not waist deep-"

"Naked." Smirk.

"-in the water."

"Naked," she pleaded.

"Lili!" He begged.

She sighed and the moment, the romance, was ruined. It had all gone to Hell in a hand basket. With a bow on top.

But, really, why couldn't she understand? Did she want to go swimming, on a suicide mission, naked and vulnerable?

Yes, yes, she did.

But Raz didn't want to and there was no way he was going too. Even for his long-time girlfriend. Except-

She pouted and tugged at his arm. Please, please. And the moon was out, with no psychic cougars insight, and no invisible campers to bother them. It was heavenly and why couldn't he at least pretend to be nice to her?

"How about I put my foot in?" He compensated.

She giggled and ran into the water. He was hit with wet, see through, undergarments.

"The water's fine," she waved with a wink lost in the dark.

He took of his boot and one sock and he was already shivering. The matching foot was bare and both went in the water. It was shallow and fine and, so, one step further wouldn't hurt anyone. And another and another and-

Again, another assassination attempt at his life. A hand, he could never see it, but it was real and he felt it. It was slimy and greasy, even underwater, and it felt like raw meat on his leg. His leg, his bare leg, which would need soap and lots of it later.

But the hand was just the beginning. It was dark and the further down he was pulled, the deeper it became and the closer he was to Hell. He was choking and gasping and wishing, to someone, to God, that breathing underwater was something psychonauts could do. Maybe he could learn it now. Now, NOW. He needed it and it was pitch black, his head was light and he was sinking. His eyes were stinging and popping out of his skull. He tried to grab at something, anything, reach out. Help, help.

Ohh, why'd he come into the water? He could have just walked away. Lili wouldn't be mad, he wouldn't be. Wouldn't be.

"Raz, Raz!"

He hated that experience.


Poor Raz. :C

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