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Thursday afternoon, by the pool

With a contented sound, reminiscent of a purr, Alison stretched out on her stomach, eyes closed in bliss. Sun. Warm. Mmmm. She had a book tucked underneath the long chair but was mostly ignoring it for the moment. The sunglasses were tucked next to the book - she wore them more for the look than anything else, since sun glare was hardly an issue for her. She'd untied her top, to tan without any lines in her back, and her arms were hanging lazily from either side of the long chair. Good thing I brought my travel clock. I hadn't realized I was so tired... She smiled to herself faintly, eyes closed as she relaxed in the sun.

Sam grinned, seeing Alison recumbent on the lawn chair as he approached the pool. He had a towel slung across his neck, and wore denim cut-offs over his bathing suit and the only pair of sandals he owned-flip-flops, for the distinct purpose of going to the pool. Plopping down in a chair next to Alison, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Boo!"

Jerked out of her near sleep, Alison turned with a startled squeak, nearly falling off the chair in surprise. Leaning back in the chair while gasping for air, she glared at Sam, one hand over her heart - then froze in realization, more because of the look on Sam's face than anything else.

Sam's jaw dropped open and he made an odd, gulping sort of gasp as Alison turned. He blushed deeply, perhaps more than he'd ever blushed in his entire life--combined. Stuttering and choking, he jumped up and turned around as quickly as his stunned brain could make him go, and he smacked a hand over his eyes so hard it would probably leave a mark.

Trying not to laugh at the look on his face, Alison scowled at him even though he wasn't looking. "You scared me out of ten year's growth, Sam! Honestly," she grumped, laughter starting to thread the edges of her voice as she turned to lie back down on the chair. "You can turn around now. Your modesty's safe," she added impishly, stretching out to the way she was before, head turned to look at him.

Sam was absolutely mortified, and even though he sat back down when Alison claimed all was clear, he still couldn't look at her without keeling over from complete and total embarrassment. "I'm. Uh. You, I mean. When I. I didn't know. And then you...but I..."

Desperately trying not to giggle at the still very obvious blush and add fuel to the fire, Alison bit her lip, smiling at him widely. "Yes, so I... saw," she hid her face in her arms briefly, trying to regain some pretence of composure. "Ahem. Just so you know from now on. I always untie my top when sunbathing. There's nothing worse than lines across your back when you're wearing an open back sundress." She reached out to pat his hand, still managing to keep from laughing - barely. "You could put sunscreen on my back to make up for scaring me like that, though."

Sam's eyes flicked back and forth, and he sad rigidly, his hands knotted together. "I'll...I'll, um. Remember that." He blinked as she reached out towards him, and as she patted his hand he let out a heavy breath. At least she didn't seem to care too much. If she doesn't care, why should I, right? "I...could? Or you want me to?"

"Sam," she said gently, taking pity on his still obvious discomfiture. "It's ok." She grinned at him, and shook her head, chuckling. "You can't stay body shy for very long when you're on tour - at least not with most of the crew I worked with. And - you're my boyfriend." She tilted her head, waiting for him to nod before going limp in the long chair again with a sigh of pleasure. "And yes - I would appreciate it if you could do my back. I'm flexible sure, but it's much better if someone else helps."

With a small smile, Sam stood and tossed his towel onto the back of his chair. "Right, okay so you're fine with. Um. Bein' naked... but it's kinda a shock to me. I wasn't exactly, er. Expectin' it. And it's not very gentlemanly to stare at a naked woman in public, even if she is your girlfriend. So even if you don't mind, I'm still real sorry. And I'll grease you up in compensation for me bein' stupid." He stepped out of his shorts, tossing them on the chair with his towel, then bending over to grab the sunscreen on the ground next to Ali's chair. "Do me when I'm all done?"

Alison wrinkled her nose at his words, and shook her head ruefully. "You're not stupid," she said firmly, wondering if he had any clue as to the rampant innuendo in their conversation. "And, well - it was only the two of us. I might have been a tad bit flustered if there'd been an audience for that." She stretched out a bit as he picked up the bottle, sneaking a look and blinking at the sight of the swimming shorts he was wearing. My, oh my. She refrained from whistling admiringly at him - he'd been flustered enough for the moment, after all.

"Sure, I'll do you after. You'll have to tie me up, though," she added teasingly.

Sam was suddenly very away of his own lack of clothing, and his square-cut swimsuit seemed to have shrunk considerably. It was one thing to run around without a shirt to show off your pecs and biceps...but really, running around in tiny little lycra booty shorts was a much different matter. Trying to ignore his impulse to run for the nearest rock and hide under it, Sam sat down next to Alison and squirted some warm sunscreen into his hand, and started smearing it into her back. Her naked back. Her warm, smooth, incredibly beautiful and well-toned back... No. Nonono. Remember tiny bathing suit. Think of Calculus. Mrs. Ferrera, in a two- piece, mud wrestling with Mrs. Connely. Eeeew...

Alison shivered slightly as Sam started rubbing the suntan lotion in, and then closed her eyes, practically purring under his touch. She was glad for being able to hide her face in the towel, muffling a grin and an expression that might have sent Sam running for cover had he seen it. "Mmmmmm," she managed to express her appreciation without making it sound too indecent.

Sam swallowed thickly, trying not to let Alison's purrs and moans interrupt his thoughts about his grandfather in bikini briefs. He finished rubbing in the last traces of white on her skin, and capped the sunscreen with a snap. "Finished. Harmful UV rays successfully deflected."

Alison nearly turned around, stopping at the last second with a faint "eep" of amusement. "Well, tie me up then and I'll do you." She stretched out, the bright white bikini straps easily visible at either side of her body.

Sam laughed at her squeak, and grabbed her ties, making a quick bow. "You'd think you could tie yourself up...I mean, you got it on before, didn't you? Or did Lorna do you this morning?"

Barely suppressed laughter greeted that statement. He has no clue, and I'm not telling. Looking him straight in the eyes as she sat slowly on the long chair, she smiled impishly at him. "Oh, I can do myself just fine." Not elaborating any further she got to her feet, and reached for the bottle still on the ground with deliberate slowness.

"Your turn!"

"Right! Me!" After discretely eyeing Alison as she picked up the bottle, Sam assumed his position on the chair, his head turned so he could breathe and speak, but his stomach facing down. Okay, Samuel, you can do this. Remember Auntie Lola in that mumu...

Alison poured some of the suntan lotion in her hands, and rubbed them together slowly, eyeing his prone form with unabashed admiration. "You have a bruise," she noted, patting his shoulder gently near the bruise, probably acquired in training or so she assumed. She leaned forward and kissed it lightly, before firmly pressing both hands at the hollow in his back and running them up on either side of his spine smoothly. "Won't be minute and I'll do the rest of you."

"agoungdav..." Sam mumbled, turning his face into the towel as he screwed up his eyes in a grimace. This is not working. OhGodIneedtogetinthepoolrightnow...

Blinking at his words, Alison leaned over, speaking to him in a low voice. "I'm sorry Sam, I didn't hear that. What did you say?" She let one hand slide to his opposite shoulder, smearing on a dab of suntan lotion and working it in slowly.

"That! Um!" Sam jumped up, running for the pool. "That I think that's good thank you very much I'm going to go swim now and I'll race you haha I win!" He leaped off the side, doing a very impressive cannonball into the water.

A half-amused, half-fond look followed him as he ran for the water. "Cold water needed much, Sammy?" she murmured to herself as he jumped in, sending water splashing, covering her legs in droplets of water. She rose to her feet and walked slowly towards the side of the pool, leaning down to look at the spot where he was about to surface.

Sam waited under the water, seeing the dark shape of Alison peering over the side of the pool. His laugh muffled by the water, he shot up to the surface, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her bodily into the pool. "HAH! Gotcha!"

"Sam, don-" With a shriek Alison was dragged into the water, a second shriek soon following the first as the cold liquid enveloped her suddenly. Wrapping her arms around him in reflex as he kept a good grip on her himself, Alison clung to him wide-eyed as the first shock ran over her. Eeeee - that's cold! Especially after you've been under the sun for a while. Still underwater, she turned her head to look at a smirking Sam. Yes, now get up and haul me out, mm? She smirked back at him, making sure to have a good hold in case he dropped her.

Swimming to the surface again, Sam took a deep breath of air and shook his head, sending a spray of water droplets everywhere. He gave Alison a quick kiss, still holding her around the waist. "I think you needed that, Missy."

A wry grin greeted that statement, followed by a low chuckle. I wasn't the only one. "You may have a point there," she conceded, leaning against him with a contented look. "You may not want to look down however." The look in her eyes grew more amused as she said that, still leaning against him.

"Um...do I want to ask why?" Sam raised an eyebrow, not looking down.

"The bikini? It's not a swimming bikini, love. It's a tanning bikini." She chuckled, and continued as he stared at her with a confused look. "It's made for tanning, Sam. All over?" As his jaw slackened a bit she laced her arms around his neck before continuing her explanation. "Means there's no lining. To stop the sunrays. So you tan all over. Except the strings of course, which is why I had to untie the back..." She nodded wisely as his eyes grew even wider. "And since it's white, well..." She trailed off, chuckling. "But the water was nice. Certainly needed that."

Sam blinked, giving Alison a sceptical look. "That's the silliest thing I ever done heard! A bathing suit that can't get wet?! Who thinks up these things? But. Um. Right. So...well, I was plannin' to actually swim, but uh. If you want to get out and. Dry off...that's fine."

Alison grinned at him, and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. "The perfect tan, Sammy. Think about it." She raised an eyebrow, a teasing gleam in her eyes. "Swim. I can dry this up in a second anyway, no problem. I'll sit on the side of the pool and dip my legs in and splash you or something." She unlaced her arms from his neck, resting both hands on his chest with a smile.

He covered her hands with his own, kissing her lightly at the corner of her lips, licking the water off them with his tongue in slow arcs. "Okay," he croaked against her mouth, then began nibbling at her lower lip. Keeping himself buoyant by kicking since he couldn't use his hands, he slid Alison's arms around his waist, threading his fingers into her hair. Pressed up against her chest, Sam couldn't help but notice how the cold water had affected her...

With a frisson of delight, Alison melted against him, the body heat he generated contrasting pleasantly with the cool water. Quickly forgetting about the now very transparent bikini, she moved her hands in slow motions across his back, kissing him slowly, savouring every single moment.

Smiling into Alison's mouth, Sam propelled them slowly over to the shallow end of the pool so they could stand comfortably. "I think I," he whispered as he took breaths "like this better...than swimming." He let his hands roam over her bare back and stomach, sliding against her hips and across her abdomen.

Her hands skimmed from behind his back to his chest again, then to his shoulders, finally winding around his neck. She raised herself slightly against him, murmuring against his jaw line, a breathy gasp interrupting her words as his hands roamed freely across her body. "So very... much better." Her lips found his again, kissing him hungrily.

Breaking the kiss, Sam looked at Alison with hazy eyes, his hands resting on her waist. Smiling at her breathlessness, he asked " 'm I gettin' better?" his voice low and smooth.

With a faint whimper of protest at him breaking off the kiss, Alison stared at him briefly, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. As his words started to make sense, she laughed breathlessly, diving in to nip at his lower lip briefly before pressing her lips to his earlobe. "I'll let you know when I can actually think again, 'kay?" She shifted against him, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek lightly against his.

Trailing his hand in swirling patterns against the wet skin of her back, he nodded, smiling with satisfaction. "Guess that's a yeah, then, huh?" Bending his neck, their cheeks sliding momentarily together, he retaliated against her nip by biting and sucking gently at the sensitive spot where Alison's neck met her shoulder.

Pool... people could see... Thankfully the thought remained unspoken as she let out a strangled moan instead, straining against him as he found that one spot that drove her wild, hands twining in his wet hair as she struggled for some measure of self control - and failed miserably. With a smooth slow motion she pushed up, easily wrapping both legs around his waist in the water, careful not to move out of reach.

After a moment of feeling Alison's legs around his waist, Sam stopped, pressing his forehead against hers "That's not too hard? Not hard enough? I don't actually know how to...I mean, I just saw this movie, and that looked like somethin' that gen'rally got a good reaction..."

Arms securely locked around his neck, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, Alison shook her head - amazement and delight shining clearly through the desire in her eyes. "Very... impressed," she managed to say somewhat coherently, not even bothering with the 'we should work on this more right now' line. She grinned, eyes aglow. "Let me show you," she whispered, and ever so gently, she pressed her lips against the side of his neck, and started to work her way down slowly, alternating with light nips and bites, tongue drawing light swirling patterns in the hollow of his throat.

Shivering uncontrollably, Sam let out a kind of mewling groan, rolling his head back to give Alison better access as he pressed her closer. "Ohh..." So that's what it feels like... He dropped a hand to her thigh, running his fingers up and down with the rhythm of her mouth.

Skin on fire, Alison bit at the hollow of his throat one last time, and then started working her way up again, until she could suck his earlobe softly. She paused and gasped faintly as he ran his hand higher up her thigh, and bucked against him slightly. We are so not in control of this. The thought sent shivers down her spine, and she leaned her forehead on his shoulder with a low moan. Get a grip girl. "Samuel Guthrie, you are driving me out of my mind," she whispered hoarsely.

The same thought hit Sam around the same time, and he slowly let his hands drop to his sides. This is going way, way too fast...and we need to quit right now before something really...happens. "Al...we're in a pool. In the middle of a wide open yard. And there's a mansion behind us with. Er. Lotsa people in it. And I. I think maybe we oughta. Um. Stop now..."

A dazed nod answered him. "I know." She slowly unwound her legs from around his waist - sagging against him for support for a moment as her knees refused to cooperate even with the water taking most of the weight away. Hands flat against his chest, she grinned up at him suddenly, cheeks lightly flushed and eyes aglow. Clearly wanting to kiss him again. "Damn," she murmured admiringly. "That was Something." With a rueful laugh she pushed away a few feet, and sank until she was completely submerged, laughing underwater.

Watching her from above the surface, Sam frowned a little through the rippling water. I should just tell her. How much it scares me. That I don't want to... well. Later. It's okay for now. Smiling again at how giddy Alison seemed, he reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her along through the water up to the ladder, where he let go. Pulling himself up on the side of the pool and climbing out, he walked over to his chair. Looking back to her he asked with a smirk "Coming by yourself, or do I have to make you come?"

Alison grinned wickedly at his words, and climbed out of the pool with supreme disregard for the fact that her bikini was entirely transparent. She padded towards the long chair and her towel, and picked it up, wrapping it around herself while giving Sam a decidedly amused look.

"I'm good," she declared, flopping down in the long chair with a chuckle. She sobered up, wide smile fading into a tiny curl of the lips, and reached out to cradle his cheek. "Love you," she whispered.

Wrapping his hand around hers and weaving their fingers together, he answered back "Love you, too, baby." After a moment, he laughed a little. "And you're right. Your suit's pretty flimsy."

He blushed slightly, but continued towelling off facing her.

She glowed ever so briefly for a moment, almost quickly enough for him to wonder if it had been his imagination - until she peeled off the towel with a smug look, revealing a completely dry, white and opaque bikini. "Yep. Good thing it dries dead fast with a little help, too." She winked at him, utterly unashamed, and shifted around to settle into the long chair.

After a moment, she turned her head, and gave him an innocent look.

"I don't suppose you'd help me put suntan lotion on my legs?"