Another thought came to Deeta's mind when Peter touched her slowly. She was happy to let him take the lead in that dance, as she'd subbed for her old lovers. Both had been weres, but still, Peter was very male as they had been. Peter would be new territory for her being human. But he wasn't just a rakish flirt. He really thought she was hot, she could see his reaction growing. She was already wet from head to toe, hair dripping and bathing suit clinging to her body.
She didn't know what he was planning and went along for the shift, defenses down. Then she saw the bucket tip above her head and it was too late. "Ohhhh!" she squealed, the water was definitely moving from lukewarm to cold now. "You- you- you! Peter!" she couldn't say much, Deeta hopped a little to shake the cold water off of her and try to warm up.
She flicked her hands more and laughed again, at least they were having fun. "Ah, hell." Deeta reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. Adrenaline still pumping. She wanted to feel all of him and her hands touched him all over, starting at his shoulders down over his chest to wrap around his middle. Fuck being conservative. Slave or not, he was hot.