Still don't own anyone.

The challenge this one was in response to was "movement".

OVEREXERTION

The little green-painted rowboat drifted in the shallows of the lagoon, lazily tugging at its tether. A breeze kissed the surface of the water, sending the reflected pink and gold evening sunlight fluttering, broken into a thousand pieces.

Elizabeth reclined, right leg hooked over the side of the boat, foot trailing languidly in the cool water. One arm was tucked beneath her head, fingers flexing absently, tracing invisible patterns in the air. The other hand weaved through Will's sable hair where it spilled across her belly. His chest rose and fell in the soft movement of not-quite-sleep, and one thumb rubbed sleepily at the underside of her bare knee.

She felt something brush her dangling foot, and cracked open one eye, craning her neck just enough to see her dress float by. She snagged it on her toes and lifted it up to drape with a wet slap on the edge of the boat.

Then her foot submerged again, her head tipped back, and all was still save their breath, and the breeze.