Fleur watched him go, her eyebrows up, but still, she took her time and finished her task, silently shaking her head at his audacity.
Once she was finished, she put away the gardening tools and her gloves, then slowly started down the path to the water. The sea was warm enough now, and her veela blood kept her warmer. When she reached the bottom of the rocky path, she saw Bill in the water, shirt off, his hair plastered to his head, and she smiled.
Eyes on him, she slowly pulled her shirt off over her head then dropped her gardening trousers. Through the hair that had fallen into her face she could see him watching her, so slowly, deliberately, she slid off her brassiere, leaving her only in her lacy underwear. It was no different than the beaches at home in France, after all.
"How is the water?" she called, straightening up and pulling her hair more tightly back into its braid as she started to stride out into the water. The sun was warm on her shoulders and the man she loved was looking incredibly handsome. What else could a woman want?