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Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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The pass goes high and Bill scrambles to get under it. Backpedaling in the sand, he's falling as the ball is coming down.

The ball hits him in the gut, his ass hits the sand, and the football bounces free.

Sitting in the sand staring at the ball just a few feet in front of him, Bill shakes his head.

"I totally had that one."

"God, Bill -- "

She jogs over to offer him both hands. Caught between laughter and concern, her eyes flick to his shoulder, then back to his face.

"You totally didn't."

Bill takes her hands and stands, then shakes his head to dispel any concern.

"I'm alright. That pass was more like a punt, had a lot of air under it."

A beat, then he grins.

"If we were in snow I'd of caught it."

She gives the center of his chest a playful shove.

"Liar. Your pants would be full of snow."

"Now they're full of sand."

He brushes his legs off, considering a moment.

"Snow would've been worse."

Kate rises on her tiptoes, brushing her lips against his earlobe.

"Unless you've got sand in certain places."

She steps back with a grin, a devious angel with shining eyes, her blond hair a glinting halo in the bright sun.

She bends with loose-limbed grace to retrieve the ball.

Offering it to him, "We're two and two now -- no pressure, sheriff."

The tips of his ears redden and he adjusts the waistband on his shorts.

"I don't, but thank you for the concern."

Shaking his head, bemused, he takes the ball.

"S'okay, I'm good at tie-breakers. You sound a little worried, though."

"Oh, I am."

She doesn't even try to swallow a laugh as she steps backward, increasing the distance between them.

"I'm worried for you."

Giving her a 'oh, you're funny' look, Bill tosses the ball as she's still backing up.

It's a good pass, and should end up where she'll be if she keeps stepping back.

"Hey, that's -- "

Still laughing, she misjudges the distance and leaps for the ball; it threads through her fingers and sails to the sand, bouncing a few feet behind her.

She fixes Bill with a pout that's more of a helpless grin and shakes her head.

"Kate, that was a timin' route."

He shakes his head back at her, hands resting on his hips.

"Feel like I outta give you another chance, now."

"No taking it easy on me, remember?"

She's flushed from the heat and exertion; she lifts a bottle of water from the tote and takes a long, slow drink.

"Besides," she adds, capping the bottle, "maybe I was angling for that consolation prize the whole time."

He walks back over to her, pulling out a water for himself.

Lowering the bottle from his lips, he looks down at her and smiles.

"So that was your strategy, huh?"

Smirking, "Guess you'll never know."

"Hm, keepin' secrets?"

He steps closer to her, eyes on hers.

"So, what should your prize be, then?"

Her hands find his hips beneath the hem of his T-shirt, fingers trailing over the warm skin above his waistband.

"That depends -- what'd I earn?"

"Well, y'did pretty good. Tied it, even."

He seems to give it careful consideration, smiling all the while before he bends in.

"I think y'earned this."

Bringing his empty hand up, he cups the side of her neck and presses his lips to hers.

She tilts her head, her pulse quickening under his thumb.

She doesn't remember letting her water bottle fall to the sand just before she slipped her hands beneath his shirt, but as she leans into the kiss, her condensation-slick palms press flat against his stomach.

His own bottle slips from his fingers,landing in the sand with a soft thud; his arm is around her before it hits. Abs flexing under her touch, he parts his lips to deepen the kiss.

The temperature skyrockets, and it's got absolutely nothing to do with the sun beating down on them.

The inlet shrinks to this and now as she opens her mouth to his.

Drawing his upper lip between her teeth, she runs the tip of her tongue along its warm line.

Her hands slide up his torso, stilling on his chest.

It's hard to remember this is a public beach when she does things like that.

He lets out a low groan as she pulls his lip in with her teeth, and his hand smooths along her back, drawing her closer.

His heart beats fast under her palm, and his breath shudders against her cheek when he breaks to kiss to take one.

She smiles to herself, drawing in an unsteady breath.

Heat spreads down her spine, and she arches slightly against the welcome touch.

"I think I can live with losing this once."

He smiles at her, this thumb smoothing across her cheek.

"Losin' ain't so bad with a consolation prize. 'Course, seems like that was your plan all along."

"That's not necessarily true -- I would've indulged you if you lost."

She turns her cheek into the brush of the pad of his thumb, craving more contact.

"And anyway, who says the prize is just a kiss?"

"I know you would've," he replies.

A beat, and his smile turns a little wicked.

"So what's my prize then for winnin'?"