C'mon Set the Tone

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel shook her head at his compliment, smiling widely. He had to have those prepared because she'd never met a man that witty. She'd heard 'dude, hot!' before. Men were simple is you asked her, but here he was, charming her with his golden tongue and she couldn't hide how pleased she felt at his compliment. She had to remind herself he'd probably said that to every girl he slept with. At least he had moves, all the right ones, and it was fun to pretend she was special in some way. Hence the princess act.

And he followed her order! She giggled in response, fully enjoying he had. He kept his gaze on her face. Good boy. At least that obedience had to be rewarded. "Not everyday." She said, "But today, you might. If you behave." She laughed again, unable to keep the act together and composed.

He kissed her again and she grinned against his lips, letting her hands roam and tease the edge of his underwear. She broke the kiss, breathing against his face as she nuzzled his cheek. It was so hard to stay in control when she wanted him so much. She wanted to break him, make him ask for it, but would he? She kissed his cheek then, moving slowly, still forcing herself not to move her body closer, a difficult task since the water kept puling them in. Better hurry things up. So she moved, kissing her way up to his ear, where he licked the lobe teasingly and nibbled slightly, before whispering, "Tell me what you want."

[Rob Snow]

Gah, even her giggle was pretty damn hot. Rob was having a harder and harder time keeping his cool and his hands to himself. He knew that he had to push and pull with Rachel, give and take, move along the dance. Today he just might get to spend some time with the "princess." Though the mention of behaving had him smiling. "Because I'm good at behaving," he managed.

Then they were kissing again. Hands roamed, finding bits of the body and learning new locations. They brought out new fires within and with the water around them, Rob half expected steam to start curling off. Though just when he thought for sure it would happen, she pulled back, instead nuzzling. It was Rob's turn to lick his lips, feeling his throat constrict slightly.

No closer though: the water sliding between them. Rob moved, ready to kiss, only to find her moving instead. He let her go, the lips moving to his ear, whispered words following the nibbles and teasing.

Rob turned after, moving to kiss at her neck. He reached a hand up to allow better room as he worked along her jawline, pausing as he kissed near the front. "Isn't that obvious?" he asked, before pausing to look up at her. "Her name's Rachel."

[Rachel Jacobs]

"Are you?" Rachel questioned, grinning widely, "Because well behaved boys get treats." She licked her lips again. "And I really want to give you a treat."

She'd been trying so hard to go slow, really. She'd been trying to hold back, to let him broil in desire, to make him go mad with wanting and longing and, fuck, was it difficult to do that when he was such a good kisser, and when he responded so well to her every touch. She moved and he moved accordingly, never pushing her to what he wanted. It was almost studied, how he kept his hands in place, how he kissed her neck, causing her to get loud, how he moved down and even how he looked up at her. He wanted her. And kudos for remembering her name.

"Oh, fuck it." She managed to said before pulling him up, placing each hand on his cheeks and kissing him once again, pressing her bodies together, finally. She could always torture him later. Later when she wouldn't be the one dying to touch him. Besides, if he could touch her like he could kiss her, she was pretty sure it'd be worth to postpone his punishment. Right now it was more important to focus on what she wanted, and Rachel had always been the right now sort of woman.

[Rob Snow]

"I'm more the sort to steal from the cookie car," Rob replied airily, adding a quick wink and a smile. He certainly felt as though he did so now, stealing kisses from the girl and enjoying the pool water moving around them. His lips traveled down her body and even his hands got in on the action, already moving.

Rachel apparently agreed, as their bodies pulled together. Rob's eyebrows raised for a moment at the sheer power of the kiss, but he managed to move his lips back, kissing as he was kissed. His hands moved to pull her upright, thankful that the water made picking her up for such activities a little easier. Though Rob did wonder if he shouldn't be trying to stop before they passed some sort of invisible line.

Then again, they'd all but roared past that line a while ago, hadn't they? Rob smiled at the thought, though he quickly channeled his amusement into the lip contact, kissing Rachel hard enough to hopefully take her breath away. if nothing else, he could certainly enjoy their lips moving together and the water starting to swirl around them.

He did slide off enough to mutter a few words. "Damn, you're good," before going right back to the activity at hand.

[Rachel Jacobs]

His reply made her giggle loudly. She could so picture that. A young redheaded boy sneaking into the kitchen and stealing cookies. Her giggles soon turned into moans as he got his lips and hands working. Nothing like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Then again, she'd never been with anyone who didn't. Sweet, innocent boys were too much work after all. But knowledgeable ones? Those were willing and fast to charm. And this one? Oh, he was willing and charmed already, and Rachel was charmed in return. It was hard not to be when she was being kissed like that, and when he parted she was left breathless and panting, wanting more.

She was good? "We're just getting started." She managed to gasp back after another kiss. Rachel kissed back as hard as he'd kissed her, hoping to return the favour of leaving him breathless and wanting more back. They'd been toying around the bush, so to speak (she inwardly laughed at her thoughts) and she was getting tired of it, since she had no idea where he wanted to go.

"Mmm-" She made a small sound as she parted from his lips, holding onto his shoulders and looking down at him with a playful smile. "Now, I have a question." She said, still looking very much like a cat who caught the pigeon. "Who do you think can hold their breath underwater longer?" She asked, and her smile widened wider. "Care to find out?"

[Rob Snow]

"Mm, what a start," Rob replied, all smiles and warmth now. He felt more lips on his, the kissing seeming to grow harder, as if they were trying to contest which of them could better steal the breath of the other. Rob had been a participant in such contests before; he knew the usual results.

Everyone won.

A small sound and Rachel pulled away. Rob found himself taking a few deep breaths, glad again for the water to help cool him down and prevent him from getting a little too enthusiastic. Though he couldn't help but suck the breaths in rather rapidly, getting the feeling that something more was just around the corner.

Sure enough, he wasn't disappointed. "Ah, only one way to determine that," Rob agreed, before sliding his arms around Rachel to best support her. He leaned forward and, instead of holding his breath in the normal fashion, he moved his mouth forward to kiss her. He tilted her, she moving backward to his forward, both sliding down into the water. Soon enough Rob was swiveling, still connected at the lips, a few bubbles leaking out from around them and floating to the surface as at least Rob gave himself over to let the water do the work. He had more important things to do.

Mostly involving breath stealing and lips.

[Rachel Jacobs]

She couldn't stop giggling against his lips. It was either a chuckle, a giggle or a moan that came from her lips but there was always some sort of sound coming from her. She couldn't help it! It was fun, funny and pleasing all at once! Especially when he touched her. Hmm. Still, her lips were starting to hurt from all the hard kissing and she felt they were nowhere near close what she'd wanted from this.

The next bit came as a surprise. She yelped when his lips found hers again and they fell into the water. She almost wanted to laugh, but the water wouldn't let her. Instead she tried her best to keep her lips pressed against his and let her tongue do the work. She teased as best she could, feeling her lips get even sorer with each rub. It was starting to get more and more difficult to keep herself from breaking the kiss when she couldn't breath through her nose and his kiss and roaming hands were actually making her lose the air faster, until she was feeling lightheaded and couldn't do more than push at him as best she could, biting on his lower lip to let him go of her.

She swam as she could to the surface, gasping for air and still clinging to him, feeling dizzy and almost faint. That kiss had been just perfect. The excitement of lacking air, feeling herself clinging to her breath. Still, it sort of felt like he'd cheated, without giving her any warning to gulp in some air and make the game last longer. But here she was, still clinging onto him, her legs and arms wrapped around him as if she would drown if she let go, the side of her face pressed against his wet hair, hating that she longed for his touch again. She'd lost the game.

"You said you wanted me." She whispered between gasps, "What are you waiting for?"

[Rob Snow]

Rob got lightheaded under the water himself. It had seemed like a good idea at the time: go into the water, play around, kiss, let the hands roam. But in action it turned out it be a bit rougher. Still head rushing, still dizzying, which meant that Rob still considered it a success. Even as he pulled out of the water, gasping and grinning, looking over at Rachel again. Somehow she was still clinging to him, which he had to admit was pretty impressive given everything.

"Oh, I definitely want," Rob agreed, letting his hands roam to the areas best suited to proving such motions. His eyes sparked with more puckish affection as he leaned into take her lips again. It was a bit more teasing, especially as he was adjusting himself ever so slightly, getting into just the right position. He probably should have gone for his pants, gotten protection. He let the kiss deepen...

and heard a voice. Coughing. Rob pulled back slightly, looking at Rachel. "You need a lozange, luv?" he asked. What Rob didn't see was the youngish lifeguard standing over them, arms crossed over her chest and a slightly bemused expression on her face.

[Rachel Jacobs]

At least he seemed as breathless as she was. He wanted her? Rachel grinned and leaned closer, kissing him back gently and making a noise as he touched her. "That's the spot." She whispered against his lips, moving along with him to get better positioned. This was it, what she'd been longing for, finally. Hard to think of anything like protection when her skin already felt on fire. She kissed back, moaning loudly, her arms pressing him flush against her-

*cough*

Rachel blinked her eyes open as that sound startled her. Uh oh. She smiled up innocently at the woman looking down at them. She cleared her throat at Rob's question. "That wasn't me." She said between shameless giggles, nodding behind him at the person standing there. He turned too and her giggles turned into full laughter. As disappointed as she was that things didn't go as she'd wanted, it still was a funny situation. She moved to kiss his cheek and then pushed away, already moving to catch her floating underwear. "Sorry, honey. I don't do threesomes. Not public." She sent him a wink.

The girl tried getting her underwear on underwater and turned to grin at the life guard. "We're going." Another chuckle and she got her bra on. Now, where were her pants?

[Rob Snow]

Yes, definitely the spot. Rob had smiled at that, though of course it didn't last beyond the initial cough. He did turn and look as he saw Rachel looking up. Yes, there was a figure of semi-authority standing there looking semi-authoritative. Rob smiled up at the lifeguard and raised a hand to wiggle fingers as Rachel offered up her own excuse.

A kiss, and they were hunting down loose underwear. "So there is a limit," Rob teased. He turned, not making any immediate motions to go put on his clothes. "Is there any chance that you'd---" he began, pointing. The lifeguard gave him a look and he heard Rachel talking about leaving.

"Right, leaving then," Rob said. He reached over and found a pair of pants and, without thinking, starting pulling them up. He got most of the way before realizing that; "Yeah, I don't think these are mine," he looked over at Rachel, fighting a losing battle against a smile.

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel laughed loudly, unable to control herself. She turned to the life guard and smiled. "You mind?" She asked, "I wouldn't want to walk about in my unmentionables in front of people. I AM a lady after all." A lady who was about to have sex in a public pool. She'd also said it as shamelessly as she could, but all she wanted was to be left alone with Rob for a second. "We'll be right out, I promise."

She caught her pants easily and jumped over the edge to get dressed. It was drenched but it was better than walking about undressed, right? She moved to grab Rob's pants on the floor and threw them to him. "I should feel insulted if you think you can fit into my clothes." She added as she put on her pants. Her shirt was on the floor and on it went. She was all wet, uncomfortable in the sticky clothes and feeling like she'd left an itch unscratched.

"So... rain check?" She bit on her lower lip as she waited for an answer. She so hoped he'd say yes.

[Rob Snow]

"Ugh, but they'll look so good on me," Rob complained. He drew off the wet jeans anyway, tossing them over to Rachel. He did give the lifeguard another wink as he pulled himself out of the pool, seeming to not care about his relative state of undress. His own clothes were mostly scattered around on the dryer bits, so he really didn't have much choice in the matter. Besides, it wasn't like he was particularly shy around the fairer sex.

He caught his own pants and worked at getting them on. "Well, I am scrawny," he pointed out, grinning, "but I doubt it could get around certain parts," he gave her another wink before looking at the lifeguard who, fortunately, still looked more amused about the situation than anything else. Rob favored her with yet another wink. she motioned for him to pull the pants up.

"Stifling all my fun," he said as he buttoned. Rachel's question had him looking. He raised his brows. "We have to wait for rain? I'm not sure how wet it is in Montana. In England, that was just hang around an hour," he smiled again, before moving around the lifeguard at least, figuring that they shouldn't infringe too much further on her good will.

[Rachel Jacobs]

He said he was scrawny and she snorted. "I like scrawny." She said with a grin, biting on her lower lip as he moved out the water. Oh, he wasn't shy at all. She chuckled again, shaking her head and already moved to leave, having been dressed first. He seemed to be putting on a show for the life guard and she rolled her eyes, smiling widely. Men. Not that she wouldn't have done the same had the life guard had been male. Oh, well. Someone must've been smiling down at Rob.

Wait for rain. "I wouldn't DARE to force a foreign weather on you." Rachel answered, already walking backwards towards the exit, "That's not the royal thing to do." She chuckled at her own joke and shrugged. "But that wasn't a yes, was it?" Oh well, his loss. "I'll see you around, sir Rob." Then she turned to curtsey the life guard, "My lady." She grinned, nibbling on her lower lip as she smiled, trying to conceal how fun she was finding this.

[Rob Snow]

"I would hope so," Rob replied, again raising his brows and smiling. Gah, this girl already had him all worked up. He'd spent some time romancing some of them, though this felt slightly different. He had a feeling that Rachel was more interested in the physicality than the romance. So there was the question: should he show her otherwise or just enjoy the utterly delightful charms that lay within that body?

He got dressed. "Actually, that was definitely a yes," he replied, moving to walk alongside her, despite not quite having gotten his shirt on yet. Walking and putting on a shirt proved a little difficult, with Rob having to come around and walk backward while in front of her. "You can't leave a good minstrel hanging around like this,' he said. The mention of his occupation had him ducking down to grab his guitar.

"Otherwise I may have to grab my lance and find some way to climb your tower," he replied, raising his brows, "unless that's what you're wanting...?"

[Rachel Jacobs]

Woah. He was suddenly in front of her and she blinked in surprise, smiling and feeling pleased. Oh, wow. He even seemed eager. She so wasn't used to have someone's attention for so long, then again, they hadn't really gotten what they'd wanted. Definitely yes. She chuckled and crossed her arms. He kept the game of being a minstrel and her eyes went down to the guitar. He probably used that to woe as many girls as he could. Funny, since she figured he didn't need it at all. He had plenty charm without it. It was overkill. So unfair to other men.

"Oh, believe me. I'd been hoping you'd climb my tower. Lance and all." She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at him and sticking her tongue out, trying to make the phrase sound as dirty as it could. But he still seemed interested? Even after such failure? She had to admit, she still was feeling all tingly and she was sure that wasn't the chlorine from the water.

"Any more brilliant ideas then?" She wondered, taking a step closer to him. "Some place less..." She sent a glance at the life guard, "Crowded?"