He tried not to think of all the 'what if's in their relationship. Thinking about it only made him as questions of himself he didn't have answers to. This he had an answer for. This was simple, compared to all the little ways back home he had created such a large distance between them. That distance was nonexistent here.

His mouth sealed over hers as easily as breathing, his hands no longer hesitant to touch her either. His fingertips traced the soft edges of her breast while his thumb found the soft peak and swiped at the little bud until it puckered and even then he didn't stop teasing it. His other hand soon moved on to the other breast, both soon brought under his attentions.

Touching and being touched left his breathing shallow as he forced himself to focus on his hands and not where hers were going. Her touch made his stomach muscles tense and relax in anticipation of the possibilities while he remained occupied with his her own body. It was different yet not, feeling each touch beneath the water. When his hands had been on her waist his touch felt different to if they had both been dry. This was a wholly knew experience all together, but he was enjoying it.