After a long nap in the sun, Masrur woke up blearily, blinking tiredly. After several moments of laying there and thinking that not getting up sounded good, he slowly sat up and stretched, his pronounced muscles protesting at the movement. Sleepily, he made his way over to the river, sitting down on the warm bank and splashing the water on his face, slicking his hands through his hair as he did so.
He glanced around the beautiful river, looking at the smooth stone formations of the waterfall. He sighed, and went to get another splash of water on his face when he noticed a small pile of neatly folded clothes and a towel. Very familiar clothes and arm cuffs if he did say so. He sat up again and looked around, very confused as to why Marina's clothes were on the river bank.
As he looked around, his red eyes curious, a head of red hair came up from underwater, followed by Marina herself, and he felt his eyes widen and jaw slightly drop. Her wet hair clung to the gentle curves of her torso, sticking to her shoulders, and she shook the water out of her eyes. As he watched, too dumbstruck to move and give her privacy, she flipped her hair off of her back, revealing the tan skin and scars that curved over the expanse of her torso.
"How…" He breathed, and he heard Marina's squeak of surprise, followed by her whipping her head around to stare at him in shock, followed by a squeak that she would deny for the rest of her life.
"Masrur!" She yelped in shock, ducking back under. "What are you doing?" Her face was a shade off from her bright red hair.
He stood abruptly, trying to hide the sudden erection he had sprung when she had half turned and he saw more breast than he could really handle when he was only half awake.
"Sorry. Err…." He turned and walked off, hiding his blush in his ears by scratching the back of his head as he walked away. Well god, that was embarrassing. Marina stood there for nearly ten minutes, trying to control the embarrassment before ducking back under and calming down. Geez….