A/N: Requested anonymously on tumblr!

A hair bit more risque than the T rating usual, but no explicit stuff.

Enjoy :)

Moonlight is the only help for two sets of tired but excited eyes in the dark tent just outside of the bed and breakfast. The cold ground underneath is staved off by Andy's body pouring heat out over the two of them. For the past half an hour they have escalated a game of kissing, lips meeting briefly before laughing at the absurdity of the flower petals stuck to them, until teeth start getting involved in the right way. A little nibble here or there in the dying light was as far as they'd gone until Andy suddenly went from zero to knowing what April's tongue tasted like.

This new world was pretty cool.

Almost as fast, April breaks away and rolls her lips. She never breaks her stare, not saying a word until she clears her throat.

"Hey, I have an idea," she says. Meanwhile, she shuffles in the sleeping bag sits up. "It'll be cool."

"Oh yeah?" Andy answers because it's really all he can manage.

"Totally."

"What'd you have in mind?" Andy sits up and bumps into the side of the tent.

"There's a lake nearby," April says like he's supposed to know that so all he can do is nod in agreement. "We should go for a swim."

"I didn't bring any clothes for that," Andy can feel his heart sink. Should he have packed swimwear?

The question spawns lots of tangents. Should he have figured April into that as well? Does she wear one pieces? Bikinis? Full-body wet suits? The possibilities were literally endless with her and Andy did not mind picturing each of them. Now he felt less bad about doing that sort of thing - April was dating him and their make out sessions were only getting more intense.

"You don't need any," April says, bringing him out of his little night-daydream.

"But, I don't wanna get these wet..." he dreads the thought of sleeping in wet clothes.

"Exactly."

Before Andy can get another word out, April takes his hand and they're running through the dark woods. Somehow, April knows exactly where to go. Maybe one day he'll remember to ask her how she can find her way around here so easily but, then again, she might just be able to see in the dark.

Part of him knows that's not true. Part of him wonders what she might be capable of, however.

The trail they take is tiring, tree roots interrupting them here and there with only their eyes used to the dark and that waning light to guide their way. When they reach the body of water, it's a black extension of the ground more than a lake or pond or whatever it might even be. Andy isn't sure how lakes are classified, but he's pretty sure this isn't one.

He didn't really think about what April had said before until now. Until April removes her jacket and Andy can see the pinkish straps of her bra against the olive skin underneath and he tries to force himself to look away but she turns around and doesn't seem to mind at all.

"You like my idea?" she asks, hands behind her back. Andy tries not to think about what those hands are doing. "Dude!"

"Uh huh."

"Really? Because you're sounding pretty lame right now," she sighs and her hands still.

"I have never been more into midnight swimming than right now," he mumbles it with a gaze matched by April.

That only breaks when Andy takes his shirt off, the cold air very noticeable now. April nods and Andy ditches the pants getting in the way. Her hands undo the clasp on her back and he fights every instinct in his body to look when the bra joins her shirt and jacket on the ground. Everything below his waist follows and she matches his nudity before turning to walk into the likely icy waters.

She wades in without halting once.

Turning around, he can see the curves of her breasts over the water as she paddles into a deeper section. He can't help looking.

"So, are you gonna come in or stand there with a boner?" she yells out, so loud that anyone could probably hear.

He means to argue but the cold water that meets his bounding steps takes care of it anyways. Swimming over to April proves difficult with freezing muscles. She splashes him in the face when he gets close and he has to retaliate. She yelps at the frigid water for the first time, whatever adrenaline pushing her through the initial steps clearly gone, and Andy continues his assault.

It lasts a while before they're facing one another again, smiles fresh on their faces and bodies so close yet so far. Andy knows what his wants, but he isn't sure about her intentions. He has to know because, duh, consent. His mother didn't raise an idiot.

"Hey, you wanna-"

"This night is awesome," April interrupts him. It's so quick he wonders if his question would have been too much or if she just wanted to get it off her chest. Chest. "Thanks for saving me from that boring murder-hotel."

"Did people really get murdered there?" Andy asks, spitting up water as he tries to stand up on the bottom of the pond.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes," April turns her look into an evil glare his way but she can't stop that grin on her face.

"There's no way I'd leave you here to get murdered," he has all the confidence in the world when he speaks.

"That's so sweet."

The angle of her dipped head covers up the shapely interests his mind couldn't let go of, his body very clear at this point. Thankfully, he is hidden in the water and they're not close enough for it to get awkward. Would it be awkward? Andy can't be sure, so he keeps his distance.

He waits a moment, trying to imagine the bottom half of an inning of a tight baseball game, before April pipes up with chattering teeth.

"This was fun and everything, but it's super cold," April swims toward the shore and hops out of the water with an unceremonious clacking of her teeth again.

Andy tries not to look.

Andy fails. Again.

When he joins her, April's eyes go wide when he stands full out of the water and then dart up to meet his. He shrugs and she laughs. Standing up on the tips of her toes, she kisses him on the lips gentle and bathed in the night's silvery light. She tastes like the water and a nervous smile.

When they break, she takes his hand and their pruned fingers lace together to warm one another. They take their balls of clothing and hide in the sleeping bag after the walk dries them just enough to sink into a sleep with one another so close.