No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)

"Nah, I'm kinda tired of video games, if you want me to be honest."

"Ah, okay! I don't know what to do…"

"Do you have a pool? Or a hot tub?"

"It's in the backyard."

"We could go swimming."

"Okay then." A nice two piece bikini was on Nyx's bed.

She looked at it, picked it up gingerly, and tried it on. It fit perfectly. It was dark grey-and-white gingham.

He changed into his swimsuit

She came downstairs, feeling more self-conscious than she really needed to be.

"You look nice…" He said. He had a rock hard 6pack. he was very muscled

Nyx went faintly pink. "You look nice too."

"Let's go, shall we?"

"Yeah, let's." They stepped out into the cold March night.

He cannonballed into the pool like a goofball

Nyx squealed as the water hit her, then dove right in after him, the films sliding over her eyes. She'd taken her bracelets off, and the spurs on her wrists were exposed, as well as the spurs on her ankles.

He swam around for a while

Nyx sank to the bottom and laid on the cool concrete, grinning up at Vozreal, waiting for him to notice she hadn't come up for breath in three solid minutes.

He joined her.
"Hello!" He said, somehow able to talk underwater

"Hello," she said, several silver bubbles escaping from her lips.

"How is it The water, I mean."

"Lovely." She stretched luxuriously, black hair floating in soft tendrils around her head.

"Good!"

She blew a stream of bubbles into his face.

He returned it.

Giggling, she dove under him and swam to the other side of the pool. She was graceful in the water, sleek and strong - at home.

He followed, making a underwater tornado fly towards her

Nyx dodged it and grinned at him, folding her arms, spurs on full display.

He did it again, making sure it reached the target

Nyx squealed and surfaced, spitting hair out of her mouth. Her mascara and eyeliner were smearing slightly, but she didn't care. The films came off of her eyes.