Peter's POV
Peter was knocked out of his daze when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked over to see Jack staring at him. He felt his face heat up, but still managed to glide over to the edge of the lake. He extended his right arm, placing the flowers right in front of Jack's nose.
"For you, my dear" Peter said, spreading a goofy grin across his face. For a second Jack just stood at him in silence, and Peter felt pretty good about himself. He's so happy, he's speechless. I knew he would love them. Peter thought, right before Jack reached out. He grabbed the one blue forget me not, and let the rest of the bouquet fall into the water. Peter just stared at the flowers sinking into the water below. All those hours, wasted.
"You don't like them?!" Peter exclaimed, and he heard Jack laughing.
"They're obnoxious" Jack stated in between giggles, and Peter felt his face heat up.
"They're colorful! I thought they would add some life to this place" Peter argued, and this made Jack laugh even harder.
"They would throw off the whole balance of this room. I would hate to see your room considering your knowledge of interior decorating." Jack said, unable to leave out the sass in his voice.
"How would you even know, you're a mermaid" Peter teased.
"MER-BOY!" Jack shouted, and Peter burst into a fit of giggles. He felt something ice cold hit his face. He wiped the snow off, and stared at a rather smug looking Jack.
"Oh it's on" Peter challenged, picking up a clump of snow.
Jack's POV
Jack ducked under water as a ball of ice sailed over his head. He reached surface for only a moment, grabbing a pile of snow. As he quickly rolled it into a ball, he felt something cold on his chest. He looked down to see snow dripping down his chest.
"Bullseye" Peter exclaimed, and proceeded to do a victory dance. Jack wiped it off his chest, before whipping the snowball right at Peter. It knocked the hat right off his head, revealing a head of reddish brown hair. The sun was hitting it at just the right angle, highlighting the red strands. Jack was so focused on the hair, that he didn't notice until it was too late. He felt a ball of ice hit his cheek, knocking him back into the water. Dazed, he sunk to the bottom before regaining his senses. He broke the surface to see Peter with his shirt off, his eyes alight with worry.
"I thought something had happened, and I was going to save you" Peter muttered, and Jack blushed. Peter was really adorable when he got like this. It also didn't help that his shirt was off, revealing a muscular torso toned from the wilderness.
"You know I have gills,right?" Jack said flatly, cursing himself for ruining the moment.
"Oh yeah…. I totally knew that" Peter said, scratching the back of his head. Jack swam to the edge of the lake, right in front of Peter. He placed his index finger on his neck, right next to the gills.
"See" Jack said, leaning in. Peter leaned forward to get a closer look. Jack tried not to think about his hot breath on his neck, but still felt himself squirm every time Peter exhaled. He hoped Peter hadn't noticed, but then he felt his lips on the soft spot between his gills and his skin. Jack let out a squeak that sounded a bit like a dolphins, which caused Peter to fall back into the snow in laughter.
"Peter you're so obnoxious" Jack shouted, before disappearing into the lake.