Holier Than Thou

[Emora Deen]

Tenele grappled onto Atul when he grew near. He chuckled as she perched on his back with her knees pressed agianst his spine lightly and her hands clutching his shoulders. "Is Vlad not coming in?" she asked him, while he walked deeper into the water and she rode on his back.

"He may, he may not. He was out in the sun a lot today," he admitted to her. He let his knees buckle as a wave roared up, and the water slapped Tenele in the face.

"Hey!" she barked, pushing the water logged silver hair from her face.

"What? I slipped. There was a ledge there or a hole." He turned back towards shore. "We could entice him in." He reached behind him and curled his arm under her legs. Tenele lost her grip on his slick back and he gathered her light form in front of him. His fingers curled lightly in the thin fabric that floated in the water around her. "If you want too."

Tenele laughed and splashed the prince in the face.

Atul blinked, his black hair washing lines across his eyes. "Oh, you are in so much trouble."

Tenele jogged towards the beach with a yelp. She rose out of the water, with Atul gaining on her. She laughed, and made mock-frightened screams as the King swooped his long arms out to grab her. She dove for her husband.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad sat up as he noticed them bounding toward him. He stretched out and caught his wife as she dove into him, rolling back with her into the sand. "What was that about luring me into the water?" he teased the king as he approached. "That's odd. This doesn't -feel- like water. Are you sure you did it correctly?"

[Emora Deen]

Atul smirked. "She didn't play fair," he admitted, pointing down to the slick woman in Vlad's arms.

"Do I ever?" she asked him, settling her wet body more purposefully against her husband. She nipped at his neck lightly. "Won't you play with us?" she asked him, pinching his skin together with her teeth. She rose up over him, water dripping from her hair and clothing. The soft, now transparent fabric, clung devilishly close to her skin.

"The sun is setting, maybe we should consider showers instead of oceans?" Atul offered. He didn't take Vlad for the swimming type, but if by some chance he wanted to still go the King wouldn't mind.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smirked up at his wife's crafty green eyes. Warm water was dripping from her form onto his cool skin. His hands pressed firmly into the slick fabric around her. The thin cloth around his hips did little to hide his reaction. His ruby eyes pressed shut in concentration as he slid his hands across her wet skin. The vampire had little care for caution or appropriate behavior. Lost in the glory of his wife's contact, he smiled up at her and drew her forward, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her chest, nudging her neckline lower in order to do so.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sighed gleefully, closing her eyes at the feel of his lips on her chest. She reached down to her waist and pulled the sash. The garment loosened. She slid her finger tips enticingly down one shoulder, parting the fabric so it slipped off to reveal one breast.

Atul shifted on his feet as he watched them, and it wasn't too hard to tell by his body language what he was thinking.

"Swimming?" she asked Vlad, moving to shift out of his reach.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's ruby irises glanced up at her. He looked beautiful and confused, and aroused. "Swimming?" he repeated, thinking only of covering her exposed skin with his mouth.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele stood up, backing towards the ocean. "Will you go swimming?" she asked, not moving any other piece of clothing. She just let one shoulder and side of her chest lay bare for the two men. Atul had the look of a hungry wolf, and it pleased her.

The steadily setting sun began to turn the blue sky orange. She stepped back into the water. The waves washed up and around her and she had to dance to keep her footing. When she was back in the water, up to neck high, Tenele held her arms in the air with a smile. In her hands she clutched the sea-green cloth.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's lips pulled into a dark smile. His sun-numbness forgotten, he rose to his feet and glanced at Atul. The look he cast the king went beyond an invitation. It was a hungry demand. It lasted only a moment before he turned for Tenele, gliding across the sand too gracefully to be possible for a human.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele laughed gleefully as she watched the two men head into the water. She held the cloth to her chest, and danced on the tips of her toes to keep her head above the waves. "You better hurry or I'll get dressed!"

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad picked up a long-striding run as he entered the shallows and kept running until the waves swallowed him in. He hadn't swum in the sea for so long that he'd almost forgotten the saline air and the soft pull of the waves around his body. He kicked off the sandy bottom and swam to Tenele's side, tackling her in the water and tickling her bare waist.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele kicked her legs out as she tried to swim away. "No! No tickling. That's not fair," she told him. She tossed the soggy fabric of her cover up over his head and eyes. "Play fair."

Tenele's back bumped against Atul. "Lead by example, Tenele," he murmured into her ear. "If you don't play fair, neither do we."

She felt a thrilling shudder run through her, Atul's body closing the space between the three of them. She kicked away, swimming a little circle around them.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stood on the still-reachable sand underfoot and watched his wife with a sly grin. "Normally the sharks do the circling, and the prey gets the surprise," he corrected her in a sultry voice. Her rapid heartbeat reflected pleasantly, muffled by the waves.

[Emora Deen]

"Oh," Tenele mused. She swam up between them again, taking the fabric she'd draped over his head and wrapping it around the back of his neck. She held onto it as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "If I'm the prey, what's my surprise?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smirked at her, his desire battling with another very familiar instinct of mischief. The opportunity was just too good to pass up. "Surprise," he whispered into her ear. He teleported back a foot so that she plunked straight down into the water.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele flopped into the water. She kicked her legs back up, wading as she pushed the hair from her face, sputtering water out. Atul laughed, coming to her aid and sticking out an arm for her to cling too. "I think we're in the deep end, and you're too short."

Tenele glowered at him. "I don't like that surprise," she muttered, choosing to cling to Atul's neck instead. The King smiled down at Tenele, wrapping an arm around her waist and pinning her to his chest. "Don't worry, I won't dunk you like that."

"That's good," Tenele sighed.

"I'll dunk you like this." He jumped back, falling into the water and sinking below the waves. When he came up Tenele spit water in his face, accidentally of course, as she coughed to clear her lungs.

"Both of you are going to drown me!"

"We wouldn't do that!" Atul murmured against the skin of her shoulder.

"Well," Tenele smirked, pushing away from Atul. She snatched her wrap from around Vlad's neck, giving him a peck on the cheek. Then, she drew the wet fabric on, and it clung to her skin as she fastened it. "You two can enjoy the water and practice drowning each other. I'm going to go see about dinner."

Atul gave Vlad a look that read, 'Are we really letting her go?'