It was good that he held her up — she was hazily sure if he hadn’t she would have fallen into the water. ”Was that you being naughty?” she asked, finally. “I can hear you being smug back there.”
“Oh, I’m never naughty. Mischievous, impish…I can’t think of any more words, but never naughty.” He chuckled into her ear and gently licked around her earlobe, fingers continuing to lazily stroke her insides. “Feeling better now?”
“You are /such/ a liar,” she murmured, amused. “Not naughty. Who wanted to go skinny-dipping, hm?” She shifted in his hold enough to catch at his mouth, and whispered, “More.”