They were both barefoot.

River's feet brushed against his, he moved his aside to give her more room. Her feet followed his and brushed against them again.

"River, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Playing footsie," she said archly, as if that was obvious.

"Oh." He frowned. "What's the objective of the game?"

She smiled. "To win." She stroked her big toe up the soft arch of his foot. He jerked up straight, a hard shiver ran down his spine.

He stared at her with wide eyes.

She grinned.

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