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She could feel his laugh, each rumble sending bolts of heat through her abdomen. She was already hyper-aware of him, so when he was suddenly in her space, she could feel every place his body touched hers. But only when she felt the warmth of his tongue on her muzzle did she look up at him. She silently watched him move towards the water, her eyes dropping first to his lips as they curved into a smile and then to the water where it clung to his fur and made the muscle underneath more obvious. 

Her eyes flicked up to his as he spoke again—a comment on her shyness, which only made her quickly cover it up, especially because he described her as cute. She offered him a playful glare instead, following him into the water at his invitation. She liked anything cold, and she especially liked swimming.

When she reached him, she paused and looked up to him with some indignation. I am not cute, she told him, and then she rushed forward, deeper into the water, hopefully splashing him a little. She gave him a playful look over her shoulder and then swam out further into the cool pond. She stopped once the water covered most of her body and she had to paddle to stay above the surface. She maneuvered herself so the she could face him again and waited for him to catch up, assuming he followed her out there.