Sunday Morning
Sara's version (Heated Swimming Pools)
When I woke up, Greg was huddled on his side facing away from me. This was a little disappointing since I'd enjoyed the power-snuggle of the morning before, but I figured he'd gotten hot and moved away from my body heat. With a sigh I got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. If we were going to blow off a lecture to hang out in the pool I wanted a full morning of it.
After showering I donned my swimsuit, a grape-colored batik bikini, and threw on a beach cover-up over it. The smell of coffee told me Greg was up even before I opened the bathroom door.
"Morning," I said with a smile."
"Hey," he offered back weakly.
"Hung over?"
"Nah. Just didn't sleep very well." He wasn't making eye contact, which was very unGreglike.
"What's wrong?" I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing. Just tired." He glanced at the clock. "Let me throw on my trunks and we'll go hit the pool."
We had the pool to ourselves. I threw my towel over a lounge chair and shucked the cover-up as well. I turned to Greg, who hadn't said a word since we'd left the room, and posed. "So what do you think?" I said airily. "Sports Illustrated enough for you?"
He actually gulped as he looked me over, and when his eyes met mine they contained a feral hunger that made me gasp. "Nice," he whispered. "Real nice."
Sunday Morning
Greg's version (Tormenting Her Student)
I really wasn't going to look. With last night's happenings branded into my fevered brain I really didn't need any more erotic imagery whizzing around in there. I kept my eyes to myself when I heard her taking off her robe-thing, was going to hop in the pool and wait until she was in with me to look at her, but she forced my hand. "So what do you think? Sports Illustrated enough for you?"
Of course I looked, and what I saw sucked the breath right out of my damn lungs. Her tiny string bikini was barely covering the essentials, and right below her navel she sported a pornographically-sensual purple orchid tattoo. My speech program very nearly short-circuited right there. I stood there staring and drooling for several minutes before I spoke. "Nice," I finally said. "Real nice." I graduated from Stanford at 20, with honors no less, and she can still reduce me to monosyllables with a swimsuit. I jumped into the pool, hoping the water would cover my response - and cool my rising ardor.
Late Sunday morning Sara's version (Planning an Adventure)
"We should get changed if we want to have time for lunch." Greg looked me over as he spoke, and his gaze was not the friendly, non-threatening variety I'd come to expect from him. No, this was different - he was looking at me like a dog does while it's watching you eat steak, a strange mixture of hunger and pleading. My heartbeat escalated when he actually licked his lips. It had been a long, long time since a man had looked at me like that, and I liked it, probably more than was healthy.
He was a little quiet at lunch, nodding agreeably as I laid out Monday's events. "In the morning is Evidence You Might Miss. After lunch we have several hours to ourselves to get ready for the banquet, which is from five to seven. They have dancing and open bar after that, but I guess they wanted to get it over early for everyone who was leaving out tomorrow."
"Probably."
"We'll leave out on our adventure very early Tuesday morning - and we need to pack tonight, because by early I mean by five at the latest. I got directions to the facility; Susan will meet us there at one, which will give us plenty of time to check the place out. Then, we can find a place to stay, talk about what we saw."
"I brought my digital camera. It's a good one, too."
"I'm definitely taking notes. After we get back we should combine our findings on the computer so that we can refer to them when we need to."
His eyes sparkled. "This is going to be so cool."
I chuckled. "I know. We'll be the only ones in the lab to have seen the ORIGINAL Body Farm - except maybe Grissom."
Greg just smirked.
