Relaxing by the Sea
On its shimmery surface, her reflection stares back with the same intensity with which she stares at it. Absently she wonders how the sight of such a vast body of rippling water works this wonder on her soul, calming her as it does. Just such a simple sight has the largest effect on the stress that builds during her demanding week. And, she wonders, why. It wasn't like this before she lived on Atlantis; back then she couldn't have cared less about the water.
Still wondering, she slides her bare feet down into the salt water as it laps against the dock, sighing in content. The ripples that result from her interruption of the ocean's glassy surface distort the reflection that appears, but they don't hide it.
"Hey there," he greets softly, kneeling beside her. "Rough day?"
She merely nods.
Though they carefully guard their secret and it may not be safe even here, he turns and lightly plants a kiss on the top of her head. Despite her feet in the cold water, her body warms at his touch.
Closing her eyes, she figures it will always be like this: though the waters may calm and soothe her, there is fire in her heart whenever he is near.