Camp Love Lake (Rated Mature b/c, hey, it's camp LOVE lake)

Fable: "No...What is it?"

Emerson: I grinned and looked at her. "It's Cassieopiea, the constelation of lovers," I said softly.

Kayden's heart falters, just seeing her eyes and her sly, teasing smile. He presses his bare chest to hers, and whispers embarrassed, "I've only got swim trunks."

Fable: "Well," I said humorously, "isn't that ironic..."

Elliot: "But I don't," I said, my voice a shaky whisper. I hadn't gone this far before and anticipation was giving me chills. I let my hands slide down, going into the pockets of his trunks. I wasn't going to try anything, just keep them there. Like I had said, it was his turn.

Emerson: "Very," i chuckled, dryly and pointed out a few more, showing her the nother star and smiling. "Make a wish," I whispered.

Fable: I closed my eyes for a moment and thought of my wish, then looked at Emerson. "Done."

Emerson: After I had wished, I smiled and nodded. "Me, too." I kept my eyes on the sky. "So tell me about you... Like what makes you tick," I said.

Fable: I answered immediately, "Acting. I want to be an actress someday."

Kayden slid his hands through the dark water, finding her legs and squeezing her knees, slowing tracing his fingers up them.
Closing his eyes, their breathing synced, and Kayden found the top of her shorts in the water. His hands lingered there for a moment.

Emerson: I nodded, looking at her and sighing. "Cool," I said with a small smile. "Anything else?"

Elliot: I slid my hand out of his pockets and wrapped them around his. I wriggled my hips, letting the shorts float off. It wasn't like I hadn't swam in my panties in front of him before. The first night we had met, I did, too.

Kayden tries not to look deep in the water, because he knows it is clear enough to see through. He wonders if she is comfortable...
He kisses her lips softly and smoothly, as if asking. He tugs on of her lips, but the world is spinning and he's lost track. All he knows is the feeling on her hair in his hands, her lips and the warm water.

Elliot: My lips parted under his and my hands found his pockets again, pulling myself a little closer. Hesitantly, I let my tongue trace his bottom lip and I looked up at him through long lashes. My sense were in overdrive, everything heightened, especially the feeling of the water, brushing around my skin. My body was a livewire, looking for it's perfect outlet.

Fable: "I don't know...But, what about you? What goes on inside your head?"

Emerson: "I've always wanter to be a doctor," I said. "I know, boring, well compared to an actress, at least," I smiled, nudging her with my shoulder.

Fable: I laughed, "No, not at all, actually. What kind of doctor?"

Emerson: "A neurologist," I smiled. "It seemed like a fun job," I said.

Kayden: I start to pull her undershirt off, feeling her hair as I do. I lean against the back of the pond to relax, my hands are shaking slightly. Breathing faster, I pull her last shirt over her head, and open my eyes.

Elliot: When he opened his eyes, I looked away, a sheepish smile on my face. I was wearing a lacy white bra and with my pale skin, it nearly matched my skin. I let a small shaky breath and then our eyes connected. I bit my lip and smiled a little more.

Fable: "Hmm," was my only response. I realized I was staring at him while he spoke. The moonlight sharpened the lines of his face, making him even more handsome.

Kayden: I look away as well.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this, El."
I start to leave the water, nervously.

Emerson: I smiled a little at her and nodded. "Yeah, Hmm works," I said, my lids growing heavy.

Elliot: "Yeah, maybe." I said, following his lead and pulling on my clothes. I stood in the grass and started out to the cabins. "I'll see you next summer?" I asked.

Fable: I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him. He was falling asleep and this made me sad. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before this night would be over.

Emerson: My eyelids flew open, my eyes brighter than ever. "What's the melancholy look for?" I asked, brushing hair off her cheek.

Fable: I giggled at the crazed look in his eyes. "It's just...If you fall asleep...this night will be over. And I definitely don't want it to be over."

Emerson: "We can make it last forever," I promised with a small smile and my eyes going less crazed.