“It’s true!” Eden laughed, trailing her fingers through his hair. “You don’t look so much like you might be seizuring now.” She was kidding, of course, now she was just giving him crap. He was no pro, that much was obvious, but she loved that he tried for her sake. “We could ask your friend at the bar, I bet that he might know…” The tender did seem to be a local, if anyone was going to have a clue about hot springs in the area, he’d be a good start. Eden made a note to question the man when they got back to their seats. “You should know, those lips of yours are saving you from a particularly harsh beating right now,” she joked, tilting her head to the side to bare to him the expanse of her throat until they were forced to draw away from one another, prying hands from here and there before they turned to make their way back to the bar. “It looks bloody delicious,” she nodded in agreement, a light bulb going off after a moment as she raised her eyes to the man behind the counter again. “Oh, excuse me,” Eden waited a moment as he made his way back to her, “do you know of any hot springs or anything that might be in the area? We’re interested in a bit of swim later tonight.” The man gave it a good thinking over for a moment before he nodded, “West…down the beach about two kilometer. You can take taxi from here.” They were in luck! “Great, thank you,” Eden smiled, turning to Shannon once they were alone again, “It looks like I can make good on my part of things after all.” Skinny dipping sounded amazing right about now. There was nothing better for someone like her than to be completely nude without any barrier between her skin and the nature all around her. Lifting her fork, she cut into her food, taking that first bite. “Oh holy fuck,” she nearly groaned at the taste of it, “you’ve got to try this.” Spearing a bite, she turned to offer it to Shannon on the end of her fork.
“That’s true, I do,” Cal couldn’t really argue with that. Who didn’t like a healthy ego boost? Neither of them could claim to dislike a compliment, especially when it came from the other one. It was always nice to hear something good about yourself, but hearing it from someone you cared about always meant more. And when it came to your skills in the bedroom, nothing mattered more than getting those words of praise from the person you were actually focusing those talents on. Right now, Juniper probably could have tossed him a handful of insults and he wouldn’t have noticed – Cal might have wiped that silly grin off of his face, but he was still one cloud nine to know that she loved him. After the kind of life he’d had, the idea that anyone was choosing to love him was something knew. It felt good, even if he was still terrified he’d fuck it up. “You fucking started it, so that must make you the bloody Queen of Lame.” He joked, giving her a mock bow, “Your Lameness.” He gladly dropped his head down to cover her lips with his, taking his time to enjoy that kiss before he drew back again. “I haven’t been arrested in an awfully fucking long time,” he admitted with an overly-dramatic sigh. “What do you say, highness, feel up for running from the law tonight?” A dip in the fountain sounded good to start with, but who could deny that little bit of danger that came with it? “Or fuck, we could just stand here and makeout like a couple of bloody teenagers, that sounds fucking amazing to me,” he leaned down to press a trail of kisses to her throat, teasing her pale skin with his lips. He had alcohol, he had his girl, what was better?