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They were even deeper in dark water, the flax of his clothing was now totally wet and tight on her chest and Adrien couldn't keep his attention too far from her body.

They held their hands under the grips of the water and looked into each other intensely. There were many words, but none of them were comparable to the look they were exchanging.

Adrien approached her by making move the mirror of the sky more and kissed her the corner of her mouth.

> He whispered.

> She joked by putting her arms around his neck.

> He played.

> She smiley asked.

> He smiled holding her.

Antoinette put her head on his chest and sighed.

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> He whispered in her dark hair.

> She raised her head to look at him.

> He stroked her face before he kissed her again sweetly.

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She wondered how he could always have the sweetest, the most perfect words to say, how could he have so much upset her heart.

> Quickly and without any hesitation, she threw herself on his lips.

They started kissing with pure passion.

By letting help from the water he lift her getting her legs on his hips that kept him in a vice, he left his hand on her thigh and one placed it on her buttock, felt her hands petting his chest.

It wasn't fair, he was completely n***d while she still had one more layer.

> She reminded him of the buttons spread in the room. He smiled amused but he did gently as requested.

They made love under the stars, under the evil, but friend moon, among the folds of the water that hid their bodies from the world. They never separated their lips, except to sigh and moan, his hands helped her move her pelvis and give them both pleasure, she tried to hold and help herself with her arms on his strong shoulders, the movements were slow and so intense and full, they raced those who went crazy before. It was a strange feeling, the water around, the water everywhere, but it was extremely beautiful and exciting.

By doing her movements, Antoinette, allowed their bodies to caress themselves, to her breast appear a little more from the water and then to remove it in half. To Adrien feeling those caresses on his chest, it was... how could he describe such a complex feeling? He felt complete. Here. It was the drop that was missing from the sea to call itself one.

The princess came tighting against him and pressed harder, but she didn't stop.

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He got out of her just in time.

He put his forehead on her shoulder and tried to catch his breath and let himself go to the shortness.

> He smiled with closed eyes while he was still struggling. His heart was beating like hell.

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Did she really not understand?

> He had recovered a little breath but he wasn't ready to raise his head and look at her.

> She said in her confusion.

> He explained by finding the courage to go back looking at her.

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They looked at each other and they laughed.

She was so sweet. So naive. So clean.

The woman recovered her robe and, with great difficulty, she covered her body.

> He picked her up better to get out of the water, but before going an idea brightened his face. He grined before he took a deep breath and jumped underwater with her.

When he came back to the surface, the first thing he saw was the shocked and scared expression of her and he laughed. So much and from the heart.

> She screamed taking the distance from him and walked out of the lake alone.

> He chased her.

> She kept walking by turning him back.

> He Tried to grab her hand but he did in time to pick it up turning towards him, like a rage.

> She looked at him with resentment.

Adrien couldn't resist and he laughed even harder.

> He couldn't stop laughing.

Antoinette, outrageous and willing to get revenge,she watched him laugh. He was bright.

She pushed him into the water and ran to the house. She also laughed as she ran and felt like she was moving inside of a sense of freedom. It's been since she was a little girl who didn't run, play or think about fun.

> Adrien got up fast and started chasing her.

He just stopped to wear his pants and boots.

In his ears, her laugh was a celestial song. He wanted to live like this forever.

He reached her and held her arms around her bust by blocking her.

> He whispered in her ear.

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The blond was banned by that sentence and his malicious way.

Who was she?

For the surprise, he loosened his grip and she took advantage of it to get free.

She tricked him. She was smart.

> She mocked him going back to run.

He was surprised, standing up and watching her. God, he loved her. She could always surprise him. She was wonderful.

Before he lived of dreams, now that he was achiving them, she was the cherry on the cake, she was the sweet thrill that lacked his life to be complete and resembling a fairy tale.

He waited so long to live that for her, and thanks to her, it was a blessing.

He listened to her laugh and wondered if it was normal to feel inside the sense of his own existence and if she felt something like it in his. Something to keep it from going crazy in that rotten world. And to think about it, she was the rebel between the two, she made him feel right, she went against her father, against her fate, to live with him that love.

Did she like running away with him from that grey world? Pretending not having pressures or important matters, pretending to be children who dare to dream again, running and enjoy themselves, fantasizing about a life to build again, among nights in white, lost in grown-up speeches, sworn love and thank each other for letting each other go away. His beautiful eyes... like they were sea, he was lost.

He was afraid to grow up, that he could not know how to dream, without the strength to walk, to think and fantasize of them.

He was afraid that this the day would end.

He decided at that time that he would create a shelter, only them, so that he wouldn't have to feel the heaviness of the world. Away from people, where it was also good to be weak together and not pretend to be strong separated from the walls of a castle or from an unwanted prince. Deep down, it was what they both wanted, away from the crowd, without feeling drowned. They would have stayed afloat together.

He watched her realize he was no longer chasing her while she was looking for him, laying her curious, awfully sweet look on him. He felt the need to run away further, take her hand and take her away and praying that life would someday repay their efforts.

He would never have been a useless drawing in a tunnel of remorse.