fandomhighdorms | The pool, Friday morning

Jak grinned, snagging the door with his own hand, and shrugged. Hey, the pool was good enough for him! He just... (didn't want her to run into Keira) ...wanted to spend the free time at home and she wanted to be with her family.

So pool it was!

[[ in and out for a little bit! ]]

Dinah dipped a toe in the pool, and then lifted her coverall over her head to drop onto the chair, and grinned mischievously at Jak.

"3... 2... 1.... Cannonball!" And jumped into the pool, doing exactly that.

[*waves you on*]

Edited 2009-12-18 16:34 (UTC)

Woooah. Jak grinned at the wave of water that suddenly sprung up and splattered his face with a few tiny droplets of water. Then he ran after her, feet quick against the wet ground, and pushed off, following her in a much neater dive.

Dinah surfaced, puffing out a breath, and then ducked back down under water as Jak dove in. Upside down and waving to him, she giggled a string of bubbles, hair swirling around her face. Dove further, tried to grab his foot, tug on his ankle.

Edited 2009-12-18 17:07 (UTC)

Hand on his ankle! Jak's feet started paddling hard to get rid of it as he got yanked further under the surface. Come on! Kick out of the grasp!

Dinah let go of his ankle at that kicking, to meet him as he broke through the water, and bumped against him, legs tangling with his as she took a breath. "Not a shark. Just me." She grinned and poked his chest. "Racing or diving?"

Jak sincerely contemplated that. They were important choices to make.

Then he reached over and jabbed back. Two laps. We'll see who gets there first.

They were!

Dinah grinned splashed him. "From that wall, to that one." She dove under to swim for the wall, bobbed back up, clinging to the edge, one arm out to reach already for the far side. "Whenever you're ready, Jak."

At least this time no one was engaging in any false starts. Jak was behind her by barely a meter, then shifted sideways, grabbing the edge next to her. He tilted his head towards her, face all confidence, and nodded. Whenever she was ready.

Dinah beamed at him, and said, "Ready. Set-- GO!" And dove forward, arms striking out at the water, legs kicking violently, one arm stroking after another, remembering the beach at Sandover for a second, before concentrating on beating Jak.

Ooo, they should've set a bet! ... well, maybe she'd collect on something if she won anyway. Faster!

Edited 2009-12-18 18:33 (UTC)

Hey, this was one where Jak totally had the home team advantage! ... If by 'home team' you meant 'people who learned to swim when they were like, three or something', anyway. With quick, easy strokes, he was passing her easily, not even pausing to gloat.

Dinah caught sight of Jak out of the corner of her eye, passing her, and gulped for air, trying to put on more speed. Why wasn't she taller? Longer arms and legs might've helped. Well, maybe.

Or not.

Jak was at least two body lengths ahead of her by the time she was within striking distance of the wall and ready to flip and turn. She pushed off with all her strength, taking a huge lungful of air as she tried to accelearate.

Not fast enough. The grin on Jak's face was growing big enough to swallow plankton by the tons as he propelled himself through the water. Warm water? Totally his style. Even if it smelled funny. He was already three quarters to the wall again. One more lap after that..."

Aaagh! No matter how hard Dinah pushed herself, she only caught up a few body lengths. Even switching strokes to butterfly didn't get her much closer. C'mon c'mon c'mon....

Noooot happening, Dinah. So not. He touched the wall, put his feet to it, and pushed off-- hard-- back towards the other end, grinning maniacally all the way. He was graceful about it, too.

Well, the swimming. The grinning probably wasn't much for graceful winning.

Really not! Dinah managed not to yell her frustration by pushing her muscles just that much further. And maybe he was gonna win this, but she was going to give it everything she had.

He was a quarter of the pool ahead of her by the time she flipped for the last turn, and she concentrated on stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke faster, and ... yeah, not gonna make it, but darnit! Had to try!

Hey, it was cute, her trying! He meant that.

Totally.

Of course, then his hand touched the final edge, and the grin had gone up a few more watts. He turned around, spreading his arms along the edge, and smirked.

Dinah slapped both hands on the side of the pool, then reared back, growling and splashing, and then pouting at him. "Dangit!"

The grin was a little impossible to resist, though. She pounced at him. Chaaaampion?

I rock, Jak informed her, modestly, shifting so he was only clinging to the edge with one hand. Did he get a prize?

Maaaaaybe? Dinah teased him, arms around his neck, legs kicking lazily in the water. What's a rock star like you think he deserves?

Burgers?

... He might actually be making a joke. Considering how close he was leaning.

Dinah chortled and leaned toward him even closer, fingers locking behind his neck and playing with his hair. You want fries with that?

I could go for fries. Or, as it would appear, attaching his lips to hers. Who knew!

Mmmmmm, salty fries... Might have gone through Dinah's brain before she was distracted by lips without salt. Even yummier. Heh.

There were very real advantages to the touch-telepathy thing, like the fact that nobody could actually hear the stuff they said in cases like this, because someone would've probably giggled.

Jak? Jak would blame being a lifelong student in the School of Daxter.

He kicked his feet a little to stay in balance while he kissed her, but he had to pull back eventually to avoid toppling. So... Diving next?

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