06-11-2008, 06:40 AM
So, here she was, frozen on the bank of the river, eyes locked on the Saiyan as he enjoyed his moment beneath the waterfall. She followed the cascade of water as its cold fingers spilled over his bronzed flesh, wondering if perhaps she should scold him for getting his splint wet, or dive in after him and do things that perhaps would be counter-productive to their endeavors. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she debated on what to do.
He placed her in a rather awkward situation, as if he knew that wrapping himself up like a scrumptious treat for her eyes to feast upon would keep her from scolding him. Well, she couldn’t argue with his logic. Thoughts of bitching at him were quickly wiped away as she watched his good hand rake through the ebony perfection of his spiked mane, imagining it was her fingers moving through the slick locks. What made it worse when he slowly, deliberately, moved it down his chest, the water slicing around his hand to spill like tiny waterfalls into his lap.
“Damn it.” She cursed shakily beneath her breath, puzzled as to which course of action she should take. Biting her lower lip in frustration, she stamped her foot in the mud, only to have it splotch all over her bare leg in dark brown patches. “That isn’t fair, Bardock!” she called out to him.
She heard his chuckle from beneath the waterfall, and cursed him for it. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he was having on her. Totally not fair, whatsoever. Frowning, Violet grunted her frustrations as she pulled her boots and socks off her feet. He was teasing her, and damn it, if that’s the game he wanted to play, then there was no other recourse but to tease back. As she slid her jean shorts down her slim legs, she smiled devilishly. He was a fighter, and bashing skulls was his passion, but damn it, he was still male, and females were always the bane of such simple creatures. In this aspect, her arsenal was extensive, and she was prepared to capitalize on it.
Lifting the tattered hem of her shirt, she lifted it up, only to remember that nothing lay below, and she quickly dropped it back into place. Okay, well, she wasn’t going to pull the big guns out unless absolutely forced to, so she let them be. Diving headfirst into the water, she sliced through the water towards her destination.
Her sight was amazing as she opened her eyes in the crystal clear water, watching as just a short distance away, his toes wriggled just below the surface. A keen smirk spread across her face as she advanced, arms propelling her towards her goal. Almost there…
Suddenly, the toes disappeared, and then a splash, a heavy weight landing on top of her, arms pinioning around her waist as she tried to turn around and swim away. Her efforts were futile as she was brought to the surface, her head breaking above the water. She gasped in great gulps of air as she wriggled against the unyielding hold of her captor.
“You shouldn’t try sneaking up on me;” he chuckled next to her ear. Suddenly, she was airborne, her body twisting in the air as a frantic cry tore from her throat. Her arms flailed as she tried to catch herself before impacting the water, remembering all too late that she couldn’t fly. She sank into the rippling water with a massive splash, water shooting upwards from her unceremonious landing.
“Damn you, Bardock!!!” she cried as she came to the surface once more; his response was the guttural laughter bubbling from the uncharacteristically jovial Saiyan. “I’m going to get you for this!” Her heated threat only served to extend his humorous undulation.
Treading through the deep waters of the river, Violet swam with terse strokes towards the bottom of the pool, grabbing handfuls of sand and then springing back to the top, only to find he was still laughing his happy ass off. “You think it’s funny?” she snapped, gripping the handfuls of the gritty material in her palms. “How about this?!” she launched the debris at Bardock, splattering dark, slimy splotches across his face and chest. Now, it was her turn to laugh maniacally.
Sobering, Bardock shot narrowed eyes towards her, wiping the nasty residue away from his face. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”
Shooting him a smug grin, Violet replied, “I didn’t mean for it to be nice. Who the hell are you to preach about being ‘nice’, anyways?”
“That’s it.” He grunted, and disappeared below the murky surface.
He placed her in a rather awkward situation, as if he knew that wrapping himself up like a scrumptious treat for her eyes to feast upon would keep her from scolding him. Well, she couldn’t argue with his logic. Thoughts of bitching at him were quickly wiped away as she watched his good hand rake through the ebony perfection of his spiked mane, imagining it was her fingers moving through the slick locks. What made it worse when he slowly, deliberately, moved it down his chest, the water slicing around his hand to spill like tiny waterfalls into his lap.
“Damn it.” She cursed shakily beneath her breath, puzzled as to which course of action she should take. Biting her lower lip in frustration, she stamped her foot in the mud, only to have it splotch all over her bare leg in dark brown patches. “That isn’t fair, Bardock!” she called out to him.
She heard his chuckle from beneath the waterfall, and cursed him for it. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he was having on her. Totally not fair, whatsoever. Frowning, Violet grunted her frustrations as she pulled her boots and socks off her feet. He was teasing her, and damn it, if that’s the game he wanted to play, then there was no other recourse but to tease back. As she slid her jean shorts down her slim legs, she smiled devilishly. He was a fighter, and bashing skulls was his passion, but damn it, he was still male, and females were always the bane of such simple creatures. In this aspect, her arsenal was extensive, and she was prepared to capitalize on it.
Lifting the tattered hem of her shirt, she lifted it up, only to remember that nothing lay below, and she quickly dropped it back into place. Okay, well, she wasn’t going to pull the big guns out unless absolutely forced to, so she let them be. Diving headfirst into the water, she sliced through the water towards her destination.
Her sight was amazing as she opened her eyes in the crystal clear water, watching as just a short distance away, his toes wriggled just below the surface. A keen smirk spread across her face as she advanced, arms propelling her towards her goal. Almost there…
Suddenly, the toes disappeared, and then a splash, a heavy weight landing on top of her, arms pinioning around her waist as she tried to turn around and swim away. Her efforts were futile as she was brought to the surface, her head breaking above the water. She gasped in great gulps of air as she wriggled against the unyielding hold of her captor.
“You shouldn’t try sneaking up on me;” he chuckled next to her ear. Suddenly, she was airborne, her body twisting in the air as a frantic cry tore from her throat. Her arms flailed as she tried to catch herself before impacting the water, remembering all too late that she couldn’t fly. She sank into the rippling water with a massive splash, water shooting upwards from her unceremonious landing.
“Damn you, Bardock!!!” she cried as she came to the surface once more; his response was the guttural laughter bubbling from the uncharacteristically jovial Saiyan. “I’m going to get you for this!” Her heated threat only served to extend his humorous undulation.
Treading through the deep waters of the river, Violet swam with terse strokes towards the bottom of the pool, grabbing handfuls of sand and then springing back to the top, only to find he was still laughing his happy ass off. “You think it’s funny?” she snapped, gripping the handfuls of the gritty material in her palms. “How about this?!” she launched the debris at Bardock, splattering dark, slimy splotches across his face and chest. Now, it was her turn to laugh maniacally.
Sobering, Bardock shot narrowed eyes towards her, wiping the nasty residue away from his face. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”
Shooting him a smug grin, Violet replied, “I didn’t mean for it to be nice. Who the hell are you to preach about being ‘nice’, anyways?”
“That’s it.” He grunted, and disappeared below the murky surface.
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