Archly, she replied, “Oh, really? Behaving? What’s /mis/behaving then?” She piled more sand up his leg, shaping it to the curves and swells, licking at the side of her mouth as she contemplated her next step. She scooped a big hole next to him, piling the wet sand over his knee, and then shrieked grumpily as a bigger-than-usual wave came in and washed most of it away.
“Maybe I’ll let you find out later on,” he stated with a wink and then shifted as best he could under the sandy confines, grimacing as the wet sand gathered in between his toes and behind his knees. Cracking up with hysterical laughter as the waves washed over her work, he reached to pat her consolingly on the shoulder.
She faked a growl at him, scrambled up in the shallow water, and pushed him over, giggling. “I will capture you this way! Muahaha.” Sitting on top of him, she leaned forward and pretended to bite him. “Hmm, this one might be too small. I might have to throw it back.”