(After nearly getting blown up by a creeper and being attacked by zombies in the middle of the night, then asking where my friend was only to have him reply "sorry, I was killing the Wither, I need more beacons" casually, yes, I'm back.)
Nyx smiled softly. "You could at least have warned me that that happens."
"Yeah, sorry…" He stood back up, and scratched his head.
She grinned wickedly, grabbed his ankle, and tugged him into the pool.
"wha-" He was in the water in no time
He landed practically on top of Nyx, knocking the breath out of her; gasping, instinct told her to surface, and she did so, breathing lungfuls of cold, clean air.
He sunk to the bottom
Nyx dove after him and floated a few inches above him, amusement sparkling in her teal eyes.
he smiled, laughing
Nyx bit back the temptation to blow more bubbles at him and, instead, sank to the bottom, kicked off of the wall, and swam across to the other side of the pool. She was a graceful swimmer, lithe and lean, cutting through the water like a scythe.
He chased her and grabbed her foot
Nyx kicked back at him, narrowly avoiding his head.
He grabbed her stomach
Nyx giggled and tried to wrest his hands away, but with no luck.
He kissed her neck
Nyx blushed.
"You're cute when you're flustered."
She went bright pink, unsure of how to respond.
He kissed her
Nyx, now more flustered than ever, hesitated, and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed back.
They began to make out, with passion and tension
Nyx eventually broke the kiss and tucked her head against his neck, fingers in his hair. His hands were burning right through her swimsuit.
He ran his fingers through her hair.
Nyx turned pink. She hadn't had anyone touch her hair since Anne…
he stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Anne used to play with our hair," she whispered.