Swimming Pool
"This is stupid," You say as you walk barefoot on the tiles, the sound of your steps echoing around the cavernous room. You are wrapped in a huge yellow terrycloth towel that covers you from neck to knees. Underneath the towel, you are wearing a new swimsuit, one Oliver picked out for you. How anyone could spend so much money on so little material is beyond you.
"It's not stupid. You haven't stepped foot in water deeper than a bathtub since that boat incident," Oliver says from the pool. He is standing in the shallow end trying to coax you in.
"Yes, the boat incident. Where I almost drowned."
"I didn't let you." You glare at him. He smiles. "Just take your towel off and come sit on the steps." He is still grinning, his damp hair curling around his face.
You sigh, drop the towel and head for the pool. Oliver wolf whistles. You blush and look at him. He walks forward and up the stairs a bit, holding out his hand to you. He is wearing black swimming trunks, the water is clinging to his body, dripping from the hair on his chest. You take his hand, half expecting him to yank you in.
"Come on Love, that's it." His voice is soft and soothing, keeping your shaking legs from buckling as you enter the water. He takes both your hands in his and begins to back into the pool. You watch him carefully, unease clear in your eyes. You are on the last step and are hesitating. He pauses, waiting for you to make the decision. You look to Oliver. "I didn't let anything happen to you then and I won't now, I promise."
You step down and Oliver's arms slip around your waist. He pulls you into a kiss, your arms gliding over his smooth bare back. He pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. "That's my girl, now I want you to trust me for awhile. Lay back in the water and close your eyes." You relax enough to let yourself float on your back and you shut your eyes. Oliver has a loose grip on your waist and begins to steer you around the pool. The water actually feels...good. It undulates through your hair, against your skin. "Now open your eyes and sit up," you faintly hear Oliver's voice say. You do and you realize you are in the deep end of the pool, 11 feet deep to be precise. Oliver is treading water, keeping a grip on your arms.
You feel the panic start to build inside. You try to force it down but it's there and soon there is no fighting it. "Let me go Oliver, I want out."
"Calm down its all..."
"No, let me go! I want out now!" You break away from him, trying to swim for the shallow end, not making much headway but splashing an awful lot. Soon you feel the cement of the shallow end under your feet. You practically run for the steps and then up them, leaving the pool. You pause for a second as you reach the top, the panic now turning to embarrassment. If you can't even handle a swimming pool, how can Oliver count on you on assignment? It would be best for both of you if you left you decide.
You don't even stop to pick up your towel, instead heading around the side of the pool and toward the main part of house. Oliver streams through the water with the skill of an Olympian, pulling himself up and over the side to block your path.
"You don't have to say anything. I'm leaving."
"No you are not." He grips your biceps firmly, walking you till your back is against the wall. He puts his forehead to yours and looks into your eyes. "I don't care if you never go near the water again. It makes no difference to me. But I know you, and it bothers you now doesn't it." You silently nod your head. You move out of his grip and slip into the deep end of the pool, gripping the side with white knuckles and steadying your breathing back to normal.
When you turn to face the far end of the pool, Oliver is there, sitting on the steps, smiling at you. "There's a kiss waiting for you when you get here," he shouts to you.
'I can do this,' you decide. You let go of the side and tread water for a couple of seconds to get used to the feel of nothingness below you. Then you push slightly off the side with your foot and begin to swim in. You concentrate on your strokes, ensuring they are strong and even. Before you know it, you feel cement under you once more. You stand and look at Oliver who is returning your proud smile.
You walk confidently right up to him. "Now about that kiss?" He bends his head to you. You push against his chest. He falls to the step behind him. You stand your knees on the step he sits on, one on either side of him. He smiles wickedly up at you. You sit down on his legs and kiss him as his hands move into your hair...
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