Imogen whined softly when he pulled back and blinked blearily at him. Why was he talking? Talking time was over. She wanted to not be stuck in the beginning of their relationship any more, she felt like a child. Stupid flight, stupid candidates, stupid R’ger. What was he saying? She caught enough to start shaking her head. “Noooo,” she moaned, letting her forehead drop and nearly hitting his chin. “I don’t want to go to bed, that’s so boring. I want to have sex and eat and play in the lake.” She managed to get her toes to the bottom of the pool and cling more tightly to his shoulder with one arm, though it was unnecessary since they were in the shallow end. The free hand snaked its way down to his shorts and pushed under the waistband before he knew exactly where she was going.
“Maybe I don’t need clothes. You like me more than just for copying records, right?” She crushed her lips against his again, more eager than skillful. He was much better at this. He needed to help. She squeezed him and let his mouth go, giving up on that after just a few seconds of trying. He wasn’t cooperating and she felt stupid trying to kiss him. “I like my plan better.”