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The sun was setting over the city skyline as the trio made their way to the cozy suite which overlooked most things but gave them the best bath of golden sunlight over their heads and shoulders. Once Q had unlocked the door for them, they filed inside, only to be met with the fresh smell of lilac. Everything was a rich shade of cream and ivory, except for the chaise lounge and the pair of queen-sized beds in the bedroom itself: off to the right stood a small kitchen and the den; before them was the porch and what appeared to be—
“Is that a pool?” he asked aloud.
Excited, Jay and Q hurried over to the back door of the suite to see for themselves. He padded up behind him to see the smooth sheet of water in the shape of a perfect circle surrounded by a long low pale brick wall: the golden light of the sun washed over them in a thick blanket and even made the water glitter despite not being in the direct hit of the light. Even with the cool breeze of northern France, it was still so tempting to dive into that water for a refresh after so much traveling across the British Isles followed by the channel.
He then rubbed his hands together and doubled back into their suite to settle in for the next couple of days. He stripped off his shirt and draped it over the back of the chair closest to him. He blushed at the thought of doing something with those two girls in the water out there, even without any of that oppressive heat found in France in the peak of summer. The whole suggestion tickled him, and more so when he knelt down on the floor before his bags and let the belt of his jeans hug his waist.
Jay and Q set down their guns on the table, and he showed a little smile at the sight of the shiny metal of the barrels.
He had that one shirt which he had packed with him in the bottom of his travel bag, one that was a rich dark navy blue and hung around the shape of his body to make him look soft and comfortable. He took a sniff of the collar and that smell of having been packed away in the depths of a closet as well as an old cologne which he never wore anymore, the scent of a bygone memory. But now was the time to make new memories with that scent on hand.
“Hopefully, in Paris, we can have an infinity pool with our room,” he declared.
“An infinity pool, one of those pools that looks out somewhere and has no wall around it?” Jay asked him as she strode back into the room to fetch something from her bag as well.
“The very same,” he replied.
He changed his shirt into that navy blue button up one, and then he put on a fitted pair of blue denim jeans. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to Jay, who had zipped up her fitted leather jacket and straightened out her low-slung black jeans: he caught a little triangular peek of her skin, the curvature of her lower belly, right under the hem of his jacket, such that it coaxed a little smirk out of him.
“Very cute,” he noted in a low voice, and he licked his lips. “Makes me wanna put my lips there.”
“What, here?” She touched her skin with the tips of her fingers, and he nodded his head at that. He hooded his eyes, while Jay pressed her hands to her hips. She showed him some more skin as a result.
With a bit of a swagger to his step, he moved in closer to her. He wriggled his fingers at her as if he was about to tickle her there, but then she strode on away from him, back towards the back door and the sunbathed porch. He scurried up behind her and put a hand on her hip. She held still as he slid his hand around her waist to feel her soft skin.
Jay glanced over her shoulder and hooded her eyes at him. He moved in closer to her as his fingers wormed up inside of her jacket to feel her skin, but then she inched away from him, and he let go of her. He rubbed his hands together and showed her the tip of his tongue, of which he slithered around his bottom lip, from corner to corner. Jay puckered her lips at him and began around the perimeter of the pool, still with her hands pressed to her hips. She stopped next to a wicker lounge chair next to the edge of the pool, and she glimpsed over her shoulder again at him, that time with some golden sunlight cast down on the side of her face.
He lingered up behind her, once more with his hands ready for her.
Jay stopped and turned around; he noticed they were right next to the deep end of the water, but it made no difference to him at the moment. She leaned in closer to his face.
“I wanna be in the water with you,” she whispered into his ear. “Let me feel you as we swim away into infinity with one another.”
“Loveliest thing you’ve ever said,” he remarked with a little lap of his tongue again, that time against the edge of his buck teeth. “I mean, really, you have the soul of a poet. Soul of a poet wrapped in soft black leather. The ultimate juxtaposition of hard and soft.”
Jay closed her eyes and moved her nose in closer to the side of his neck to soak in his scent. He hooded his eyes and held still before her; she then opened her eyes and looked long and hard into the side of his face, at which point, he showed her a mischievous little smile lopsided off to one side to give her the slightest little peek of his buck teeth.
She puckered her lips at him again. He knew that he was playing with fire when it came to her in particular, but he couldn’t resist the feeling that she gave him, however. He rubbed his fingertips together as if he was bringing pie crust together: her skin reminded him of the softness and smoothness of the pastry tucked in the windows of one of the patisseries down on the street. A deep chill ran up his spine from the base to his shoulder blades: he could see her nipples tightening up underneath the thin layer of leather which covered her body.
Jay held still for him, and he rested her hands on her chest. He could feel her nipples underneath his palms. Carefully, he slid his hands down the smooth leather. The smooth leather concealing the softness of her breasts and the needle-like points of her nipples underneath there: it was all proving to be too much for him, too much all at once. He then moved his hands down onto her belly: the curvature of her body reminded him of the grains of the hourglass, the ticking of the clock, the setting of the sun, the time he had with these two girls in Europe. He never wanted the time to stop, either, and more so when he moved his hands down to her exposed skin.
He never saw it coming as Jay held onto his shoulder with both hands and shoved him into the glassy water. He fell in with a massive splash. Bubbles swirled around his head and his ears. He scrambled up to the surface of the water and gasped for air. He spat out some water and turned to her with a few locks of hair stuck onto his face and the sides of his necks, and he let out a big hearty chuckle.
“Oh, Jay, you bad, bad girl,” he teased her, and he swam onto his back so his shirt floated around his body like a parachute. He could feel the smooth skin of his bare belly poking up through the cool water of the pool, and he knew that she was all the more eager to see him lain out like that.
“You look like a dolphin laying like that, Tevye babe,” she told him, and she licked her lips and unzipped her leather jacket, and she revealed the little white lace camisole underneath. The lace hem rose over her belly button so it looked all the more elegant and light; he knew that she had gotten that when they were in the lingerie shop from before.
“You sure you wanna get that lovely white lace all wet?” he asked her with a slight grin as he tucked his hands behind his head: his fingers entwined in the wavy roots of his inky black hair. Carefully, Jay peeled back the bottom hem of her camisole and showed off her bare skin to him. She kept up the careful movements as she lay the delicate top over the foot of the lounge chair next to her; she kept the hat on as she bore her bare breasts to him. He kept on floating upon the surface with his legs dangled down in the four foot deep waters; he then lifted a hand and unbuttoned his shirt for her to see his bare body. It was an shirt and it needed a fresh wash, anyway.
She rested her pants on the chaise next to the camisole so she was completely naked for him.
Gingerly, she sank down to the edge of the pool and dangled her feet down into the cool water before him. He was flat on his back for her, and she carefully slid into the water next to him.
She put her knees, followed by her thighs and her hips down into the water.
“It’s the deep end,” he told her.
“Hence why I shoved you in,” she teased him with a little lap of her tongue at him, and she slid down all the way into the water. She treaded the water next to him, and she lifted a hand to feel his bare skin. Her cold fingers sent more shivers down his spine like the pull of a zipper.
“You know, fat floats,” she pointed out as she gently ran her hand over his bare stomach and onto his chest. The water only added to her sweet caress.
“I do know that,” he said with a little smirk. Jay waded alongside him towards his head as if she was about to kiss him there as he reclined back in the water. She instead ran her fingers through his black curls as they snaked back toward the bottom of the pool like the roots of a plant. Her wet fingers caressed him down from the bottom of his jaw to his chest and back down onto his belly.
“This feels like a baptism of sorts,” he remarked, “especially with your hand on my gut like that.” Water splashed up into his mouth, such that he coughed and stood upright: his soaked hair put a little bit of a strain on the muscles of his neck, but it stuck onto his face and neck once again. Droplets flooded down the side of his face and onto his chest.
“I should probably tell you that I have a water kink,” she told him in a low voice, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
“How would that work?” he asked her, intrigued. “I’m not sure as to how that would work.”
“Oh, but it does,” she assured him as she sank down into the pool waters next to him, and her hair fanned out from behind her head against the surface of the water. “It’s more layered than me.” He took a look down to see her arm underneath the wavy surface. He held still as she pressed one hand to his bare soft belly. She slid her hand down onto the waistband of his jeans and undid the button. More bubbles surrounded him as she reached down inside of his jeans to feel him with the pool water as her own makeshift lube.
His knees buckled and he sank back down into the water, but Jay was quick to follow him down.
“The rush of the tornado, the feeling of rain all around us… it’s been a thrill ride for me, baby,” she told him. “But being in the softness of pure water has them all pegged.”
Indeed, it did feel like a baptism of sorts, and more so when his hair began to float around him again.
“It does,” he said in a low whisper. “Oh, yes, it does.”
Q surfaced from the doorway to the porch with a twinkle in her eye and something white tucked behind her ear; he knew right away that it was another joint and he wondered as to how she could be able to smoke that in that lovely suite.
“Hey, you two, you want get some room service?” she called out to them.
“Yes, please,” Jay declared, but he wanted to relish every swipe of her fingers on his skin under the silken nature of the water.