He didn't even know what he was doing. His body was like his mouth, it seemed--it ran with whatever idea came to it. That spelled a certain level of trouble. She needed to get his voice out of her head. It was like a godsend that when she pulled, she felt that imbalance, that wavering feeling of leaning and falling.
She had expected to end up landing on her own back, or perhaps on her side, but that wasn't in the cards. It happened to fast to think, to analyze, to realize what exactly had happened. She was now laying atop him in the water. It didn't even register at first. All she could think was that she had won. She got him down in the water with another large splash.
He spoke, and a proud smirk played at her lips. "And if I do?" Awareness began to set in, of her laying atop of him, of the closeness of their bodies, and her hands, trapped between his arms and sides. Her thumbs gently slide across his skin as she watched him, mind going in a hundred different directions while remaining silent somehow all at the same time. What was it about him? That drew her in, that kept her pushing, rising to every challenge, reacting to every small thing he said or did?
There were so many different pieces he was already showing her, parts of his personality, but spoken and not. What would the finished puzzle look like? She tilted her head. She was still determined not to give him any satisfaction. She was going to win..whatever it was they were doing.
"Got you back down into this fountain, didn't I? That's a victory. "