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[Rip spares the poor man a glance when he tries to get their attention.]

Looks zhat vay, I vonder if he wants in on zhe action.

[She's joking of course~. Rip giggles before stepping away to take off her harness and making it look like she's stripping before finally handing it over to the red faced attendant.

Once that was done, she was turning her attention back to Namur.]

Right. Benefit of already being dead. I don't haf to breathe unless I vant to or need to speak. Vhy do you ask~?

[It takes him a few moments to get reply. The attendant isn't the only one who noticed Rip showing off.]

Uhhh. Oh, right! Thought maybe we'd go for a li'l swim out in the gardens.

[The attendant beats a hasty retreat, while Namur drops his arm around her waist.]

'Less yer scared y' might drown.

[A swim? She raises an eyebrow at that and the possibilities it represented for their little 'date'.]

Drowning iz hardly a fear of mine.

[Unless there was ice, then he wouldn't be able to get her near the water.]

Zo lets get going.

[It's spring, there's no ice. Namur escorts Rip outside and angles them toward the Gardens.]

Heard there's some bitey shits in there, aye? Figured we could stop in an' get somethin' t' eat.

[Then they won't have any problems. Rip's had enough being frozen under the ice for one lifetime.]

Not a bad idea, zhough it vill be mostly you eating~. Vampire remember?

Well yeah, that's why-

[Namur wrinkles his nose. Trying to think things through is hard.]

Bitey shits bleed too, y' know.

[She laughs at that.]

Yes und if ve are undervater, it's harder to drink a liquid ozher than vater~.

Oh, 's that it? Then we jus' get 'em t' go. Drag 'em back up t' the surface an' have a shitty picnic!

[Namur's logic can't be beat.]

[It's wonderful logic~.]

Zhen vat are ve vaiting for~? Lets go haf a picnic.

[He scoops her up onto his shoulder just because... well. He wants to. Namur's heart is still a little bit up in his throat from before, the mental ghost of her fingertips teasing against his skin every so often, and he needs her solid mass to keep him present.]

Ever spent much time underwater 'fore or 's it jus' kinda a thing that happens once in awhile?

[She laughs as he picks her up and puts her on his shoulder. He's not the only one that wants more physical contact.

She runs a hand through his hair as she settles there and relaxes, just letting him carry her for now.]

Not really, no. It iz a thing zhat only happens on occasion. I'm more of a jungle huntress zhan a sea predator.

But, it IZ alvays fun to change things up every once in awhile.

Sheheh, oughta start practicin'. Far's I can tell, the bitey shits in the lake's the only livin' things comes in an' out from the jungle.

[Namur chuckles, leaning his head into her caress, then shifting it to the other side to nudge against her leg. He nips at her thigh, careful not to let his teeth snag in the cloth of her pants. She'll have to be patient if she wants him to bite harder.]

I zuppose, zhough I still like going into zhe jungle to hunt.

[She grinned at the nip and gently tugged on his hair. Patience for a follow through on that promise is easy enough~.

He just better deliver later.]

I just need to get a new musket first sadly. My old one got melted by zhe stupid fox.

[She pouts. She really liked that gun.. it had been made for her after all.]

Sheheheheh all I been hearin' is shitty fox this an' stupid fox that. Makes Maris seem like a good guy in comparison.

[He nips at her leg again, just to be a shit.]

Somethin' special 'bout that musket? Pretty sure we can find y' one.

Vat can I say~. Zhe fire spirit irked me.

[She smirks at the second nip and tightens her grip in his hair as a response. Two can play at that game~.]

Nozhing special about it at all. My abilities are just more effective vith a musket compared to ozher veapons.

[It's enough to make him pull a face for a moment.]

Yankin' my chain all y' got, sweetheart?

[Namur pinches her side, fingertips digging in. He waggles his eyebrows, just in case she missed that he's teasing.]

[She got the tease and it amused her to tug more on his hair before pulling her hand out and removing one of her white gloves. Then she slid her hand down the hand pinching her and down to his arm before digging her fingers into his skin and then raking them up his arm.]

I don't know~. Vat do you zhink?

Edited 2015-12-21 06:20 (UTC)

[Instead of getting goosebumps- something that just doesn't happen with his thick hide- Namur blushes fiercely, cheeks and nose blowing past the subtle darkening stage and going straight to the point where they turn bright. It's not that he's bashful or shy, though. It's just that his pulse picked up a little and blood flow is redistributing itself and apparently his body feels a biological need to advertise. He had to have had a salmon-type somewhere in his family lines. Or maybe a cuttlefish.

Namur nods his head a few times, getting himself over her sass, finding some of his own.]

Tell y' what I think, sweetheart. Think yer gonna get soaked.

[He says it as dirty as possible with as lecherous an expression as he can muster. But a moment later his shoulder drops and he's pivoting for momentum. Namur chucks Rip into a nearby lake- they'd arrived at the Gardens, after all- and expertly dives after her, barely making a splash.]

[Now that was a fun reaction~. Rip watched as he became bright red and just admired the fact that something so.. small could get that kind of a reaction. She had been right, he was going to be fun]

Am I~?

[That's as far as she got teasing him back before she suddenly felt him shift and sat up a little straighter. Seconds later she was soaring through the air with a screech before splashing down.

Rip hadn't realized that they arrived otherwise, she might have been a little more prepared when she hit the water. Unsurprisingly, she was sinking as she struggled to regain her wits enough to start kicking her way into a stable position underwater. Heading up wasn't a priority since she didn't need to breathe, just... stabilizing herself to get some control over her new environment.

Then it was looking for Namur and wondering whether or not he followed in. She didn't hear another splash... ]

[Even though she didn't notice, he's there, slipping through the water with a smirk. He circles around her once, welcoming her below the surface.]

See? Jus' got a way 'bout me, I guess. Sheheheheh!

[Namur puts his arms to either side of Rip, forcing her deeper before finally slowly wrapping them loosely around her waist. He presses his mouth against her lips, waiting to see what she'll do before pulling her flush against him.]

[Once she spotted him, she twisted her body to follow them as he circled her. Obviously she wasn't that great in water, but she wasn't suffering either. ]

I can zee that~.

[She slipped her arms around his neck when he pulled her in close and dived deeper. It was.. interesting to see what kind of wildlife was down here and then got distracted from looking when she felt lips against hers.

Rip's attention quickly refocused to him and started to kiss back as she was pressed flush against him and immediately tried to dominate the kiss.]

[Surprisingly, Namur is A-Ok with letting her take control of the kiss. Honestly, he doesn't have much kissing game- mostly for lack of pliable lips. But he loves it when a girl decides to kiss him into oblivion anyway. He returns the affection with his hands and his chest and his hips, and the occasional husky gasp for breath when she does something particularly hot. Rip gets her lip pulled between the points of his teeth; his knee hooked around her leg; and his fingertips fanning out along the base of her spine, questing under the hemline of her t-shirt, then sliding in almost a perfect line up the entirety of her back. When he reaches the top he curls his fingertips inward, pressing nails against her skin, and drags them down the way they came, changing pressure only when necessary to avoid getting stuck on any undergarments.]

[Then he must adore considering she was definitely attempting to kiss him into oblivion and only letting him break it to 'breathe' while her hands started to wander like his were.

The feel of his body wrapping around hers while hands slid up her back was very welcomed as she felt nails press against her pale skin.

She let out a soft gasp as he raked them down her back and nipped at him,smirking faintly as she playfully bit at him.]

[Pleasant shivers run up Namur's spine when Rip begins exploring, muscles tensing beneath her cool touch. He lets her get her teeth on him a little and snaps back, nuzzling in to the crook of her neck to pinch her skin with his mouth. They're slowly drifting toward the bottom of the lake, tiny puffs of silt billowing around them like clouds any time they disturb it too much. He angles his shoulder as they settle, rolling on top and pushing her arms up over her head so he can bring webbed fingers down over the underside of her palms, wrists, and elbows.]

[They were at the bottom already? She tilted her head to look up as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck.

Then they were rolling and before Rip knew it, she was on bottom with her arms above her in the silt, small clouds puffing around them as she shifted beneath him as he pinned her there.

Rip never realized how soft the bottom of a lake could be as the water tugged at her clothing and left her long braid sort of floating above the pillowy ground.

Down here, she was at a disadvantage, she couldn't move nearly as fast as she usually did nor could she move like she wanted. Namur had that complete advantage~. He better enjoy that because on land, she would be the one calling the shots.

She smirked up at him, her legs parting to let him settle between them as she tugged against his hold, looking to see just how good of a grip those webbed fingers of his had on her.]

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