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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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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'?"

She bites her lower lip, pretending to mull over the possibilities, then casts a glance toward the surf.

"I'm thinkin'," and she drawls the word in a teasing approximation of Bill's accent, "there's a swim in your future, sheriff."

He laughs at her drawl, then follows her gaze out towards the water.

"A swim, huh? Not alone, I hope."

"Of course not."

She gives his T-shirt a teasing tug before stepping back to shuck her yoga pants and peel off her camisole, revealing the powder-blue bikini beneath.

He tugs off his shirt, dropping it down onto the towel while watching her.

Stepping close again, his hands run over the exposed skin of her sides.

"Let's hit the water."

A warm shiver ripples around her ribs; she hooks a finger into his board shorts and leads them toward the water, the smells of salt and summer filling her nose and lungs.

When they reach the shallows and begin to wade deeper, she can't help a low, appreciative murmur at the water's near-perfect temperature.

He walks with her, bare feet sinking into the soft sand, his heels leaving small pools that are erased by the lapping waves.

As they enter the water he moves around in front of her, backing into the surf, smiling at her as they go out further, the water coming up to lap against his back and shoulder blades.

"This was a good idea."

She draws close enough to rest her hands on his shoulders, her knees brushing his underwater.

A few more steps, and she's submerged to her neck, rising on her toes to keep her chin above the waterline.

Her palms slide along the slope of his shoulders, fingers clasping loosely at his nape.

"This -- "

Her nose skims his.

"Was a great idea."

He treads water to keep them afloat, smiling at the closeness and contact.

"Mm. Which one of us had it again?"

"Me," she tells him, a soft breath of a laugh ghosting over his lips as she inches closer.

"I'm the brains behind this operation, remember? You're the muscle."

"An' the looks," he adds with a smirk.

His torso brushes hers and he closes more of the distance between their mouths.

"I do like your ideas."

"Those, too," she agrees, her lips almost touching his when she nods.

Her arms tighten a fraction around his neck, skin sliding against water-slick skin.

"Mmm, well, for the record -- "

She tilts her head, her lower lip grazing the crease of his mouth.

"I like your looks."

The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, and he tilts his head to brush his lips against hers.

"I like just about everything about you."

A beat.

"'Cept the way you like t'cheat."

He kisses her hard then, smiling against her mouth.

Her protest is muffled, lost against his lips and tongue.

Her fingers thread into his hair at his nape and she shifts in the water, wrapping her legs around his waist.

(It's not cheating, but it's not exactly fair, either.)

He breaks the kiss to let out a quick "Ulp!" of surprise as he nearly topples over.

Laughing, he wraps his arms around her and backs them up a bit until his feet have a stronger purchase.

"I forgot that you're also sneaky."

The water's warm and Bill's warmer; a pleasant shiver runs through her when he wraps her in his arms.

"Me?"

She shakes her head, her nose brushing his.

"I think you're confused."