"If that's the case, then I guess no other will do, will it?" And, joking or not, she rather liked the sound of that. If Lee had ever really shown any interest in a woman in the past, Cheyenne would support him if it meant his happiness, but she was always uncomfortable about the woman. Something always led to a sense of distrust, but she would remain quiet on the matter. She couldn't place why she was so against the idea of Lee with someone else other than she was terrified of someone stealing her sire away from her. And that thought was unbearable. Fortunately, she didn't have to focus on that while Lee's hands were going at her sides and trying to tickle her. Really, the only thing that she could think of to say was the laughter that was escaping her lips. That and the half-hearted Stop!s that were spilling out every now and again. If she really wanted him to stop, she knew a firmer tone or more strength in her swatting hands.
There was no way that Lee could see what she saw. What filled Cheyenne's eyes was the sight of her sire, water streaming through his hair and around his eyes, down his nose and cheeks and off of his chin, each drop glistening in the light. No, there was no way that he could have seen what she could. All he could have possibly seen was a drenched vampire, with hair matted down to her head. Except his eyes had traveled down, and this time she caught the glance. Was she naive to think that it was only fair since she had looked at him? Plus, her shirt was not white and was no where near as revealing as his. Had she followed his gaze, she might have noticed that the weight of the water tugged her shirt down lower than usual, revealing a bit more skin than she had been a while ago. She turned her head quickly when he flicked water at her, her wet hair slapping against her face and throwing droplets against his shirt. Satisfied with the wet slap, she turned back with a smug smile. That broke to give way to a devilish laugh as he poked her ribs. "Hey!" She called, flopping back down into the grass sending her own hands back up to his hips and ribs. A tickle war could really only be fought with two people.