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SOAKED

Marie stood up slowly from the place Remy had thrown her in the water, drenched and dripping. Her face held no expression as he looked her over, loving how the water made her clothes cling to her body. She pushed her hair from her eyes, but it clung to her face nevertheless. Marie quickly noticed the look on his face as he looked her over, and went with it.

"Now whay did ya have ta go and do that Remy, Ah said Ah gave up." she pouted as she made her way towards him.

"Ya made ya choice chere." When she reached him, he just stood there. So she ran a finger down his chest.

"But Ah would have let ya watch." she told him seductively, as she closed the distance between them. He stared at her intently, believing that he knew where this was heading, he laid his hands down gently upon her hips.

"But ya had ta go and get mah clothes all wet." she whispered and before he knew it she had kicked his legs out from underneath him. He made a fetal attempt to bring him down with him but she jumped out of his way. When he was able to get his head above water, he was barely able to see her grab the shirt she left behind on the rock and make her way back towards the beach muttering something about stupid cajuns. He smirked and made his way back towards his clothes, grabbing them quickly and making his way over towards her.

When he finally made it to the beach, he noticed that Marie was far ahead of him, but had to look twice, trying to make sure that it wasn't a mirage, she wasn't wearing any pants. But she did have that long sleeved shirt that she left on that rock. She was hard to catch up to since she was walking so fast, which he didn't mind, he knew it was his fault. She was definitely still mad about him getting her clothes wet, but he had to see if there was anything else she wasn't wearing.

Just as he made his way up to her, she turned around abruptly and was about to hit him straight in the stomach, but stopped, noticing that he still wasn't wearing a shirt. She huffed and put her arms back down at her sides. He looked her over, noticing that her wet clothes were in her hands as she was only wearing that shirt. He grinned inwardly, but put on a fake apologetic look.

"Remy be sorry chere. Didn't mean to get so out o'hand, non. He make it up to ya." She stopped dead in her tracks, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. Remy had some trouble with this, knowing that her shirt was lifted just a little bit from her crossing her arms, and wanted to look down, but knew she was going to kill him if he didn't make eye contact.

"Make up for this?" she held out her clothes to him.

"Their wet! How can ya make up for it unless ya got some nifty dryer in ya pocket? It's not lahke we got some endless supply of stuff here ya know!" then she stomped away once more. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers threw his hair.

"Ya hungry chere!" he called out to her. She stopped but didn't turn around. He smirked.

"Remy go get somethin' other den fish fer ya." he told her walking up towards her. She turned her head slightly but didn't say a word.

"Dat make up fer it?" he stood right behind her, but made sure not to touch her. He didn't want to make her anymore angrier at him for the moment. In fact, he was hoping for the exact opposite. Her eyes closed lightly and then she answered, "Ah s'pose it's a start, dependin' on what ya bring back." she told him plainly. That's when he carefully placed his hands on her hips once more, carefully, making sure that his hands were over her shirt and then moved in to whisper into her ear.

"Whatever da femme wants, she gets." he told her in a low, husky tone. He then handed her his clothes and took off into the island. She smiled lightly and make her way back towards their small camp.