"Men. So typical." Rachel watched him approach with a grin, wondering if it was possible to have a heart attack from sheer nervousness and excitement. This whole thing was crazy, the whole last few weeks, but for all the faults, when was the last time she'd felt so alive? When was the last time she stopped thinking about revenge and her own sorrow and her own regrets?

She gasped when he pulled her close again, momentarily surprised at the hunger she felt as she kissed him. The feel of his hands on her skin, on her body excited her in a way she hadn't felt in far too long (sober at any rate) and she couldn't help the soft groan as he ground his hips against her. "God, Aidan, impatient much?"

She gave him a nip of her own before twisting away again and pulling herself out of the water with a light laugh. She picked up her swimsuit, but instead of putting it on, she grabbed the shirt he'd discarded and pulled it over her head, starting a few steps down the path with her best come hither stare. Was she teasing, yeah, but she had a feeling they'd be making it up to each other soon enough.