Beach
Water splashing, leaving flickers across her dress and arms. Worse was her face; he had splashed her more there and she had wiped her hand across her eyes several times to see. At first, he thought she would be irritated, but she had laughed. And the sound of her laughter was enough to cheer him.
Boots and stockings left on the sand, she had rushed into the sea before he'd even realised what she was doing. He hadn't expected that of her, not without being prompted. She ran, calling behind her for him to follow. Her hair uncurling from her bun, loose tendrils against her neck and brushing against her shoulders, the sight of her was enough to unravel him too.
Her skirts had been hitched up to her knees and she had waded in, but they were past such pretence. The both of them were soaking, kicking and throwing water at the other. She had jumped at him, arms folding round his neck, and they had both fallen backwards into the water.
And not once did she stop laughing.