A/N: My sweet Kassiah's birthday was about 47 forevers ago, but I never gave her a present. This is it, a little late, but still shiny and full of wordporn. Enjoy!

I felt like I was caught somewhere between a dream and reality. I'd gotten a strange but intriguing text message from my girlfriend telling me to meet her at the field house – no explanation, no reason why, nothing. I had tried to reply back, but she didn't respond. Giving up, I'd made my way there, wondering all the way.

When I reached the doors, I was sure the building would be locked up since it was after midnight on a Saturday night. To my surprise, it opened with ease. I took a deep breath once I'd stepped inside, grateful for the respite from the chilly winter temperatures.

"Bella?" I called, not too loudly, just in case anyone else happened to be in the field house. Her name echoed off the high ceilings, but there was no response.

I was confused and frankly, a little weirded out, too. All I knew was that she and I had been at a party with some friends when she disappeared. I had assumed she'd gone to get another drink or got caught up in conversation elsewhere in the house . . . until I'd received her text. I was absolutely clueless as to why she'd want me to meet her here, but apparently I was going to find out. Curious to find out what she was up to, I began to wander through the building, softly calling her name.

"Belllllllla? Where are you, babe?"

I eventually found myself in front of the men's locker room where, to my surprise yet again, there was a key and a note taped to the door.

Go lock up, then come inside.

I did as I was instructed feeling slightly nervous and equal parts anxious as I retraced my steps back to the main entrance, walking quietly through the halls that were only lit by the 24-hour safety lights.

Once the doors were locked, I returned to the locker room and this time was unsurprised that the door opened. Soccer season had ended a while ago, but there could have been another reason Bella still had access to the locker room that connected to the trainers' office. Having keys to the field house, though . . . I wasn't quite sure how she'd pulled that one off.

As soon as I stepped inside, there was a pair of gloves at my feet. Bella's familiar multi-colored knit mittens, to be exact.

"Bella?"

No reply.

A few steps further and I saw her scarf. Then her jacket. And her boots and socks.

Oh, fuck, there was a trail of clothes guiding me deeper into locker room.

Sweater . . . pants . . . tank top . . . bra . . . lacy underwear.

I couldn't think of anything else she would be wearing, which meant that . . . Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yes.

My girlfriend was here somewhere. Naked.

"Bella?" I called again, hearing the quaver of nervous excitement in my voice. Looking up from the discarded clothes scattered along the floor, I realized that I was standing right in front of the door to the natatorium.

Oh my.

Bella. Naked. Pool.

If what I was about to see was what I thought, I knew for certain that I had the most amazing girl in the world.

Note to self: make plans for ring shopping. I need to marry this woman.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I pushed the door open, a big, dopey grin plastered on my face.

A splash of water alerted me of her location, and yes, there she was. Across the pool I saw slick brown hair, sparkling eyes, and a wide smile.

"Took you long enough," she teased in her most seductive tone. Yeah, I knew that one well.

"Sorry, sweets. I didn't realize or I would have been here a hell of a lot sooner," I quipped back, my ever-growing grin stretching.

She swam a little closer, pausing in the middle of the pool and raising her eyebrows at me. "Then what are you still doing out there with your clothes on?"

Damn. She had a point.

I could see her bare skin beneath the water, and though not in detail, her curves were evident enough to drive me wild. I began unbuttoning my jacket but hesitated, looking around the grand room.

"Are you sure this is . . . safe?"

"Safe?" she laughed. "Would you feel better with a lifeguard on duty?"

"What? No!" I exclaimed. I could feel my face warming and I silently cursed how easily this girl could disarm me. "I just mean, well, what are the chances we're going to get caught?"

She shook her head and moved closer. "No chance. Security did a sweep at eleven when the fitness center closed. No one will be back in this building until seven AM. Now get in here."

My stomach flip flopped, uneasy about the prospect of getting caught, but I trusted Bella. Oh, and she was naked and beckoning me into the pool with her. Right. Clothes off, dive in.

I definitely felt a little weird about skinny dipping in the university's pool, but Bella had this power over me that I couldn't explain. She made me throw caution to the wind, as clichéd as that phrase was. I had never taken so many risks in my life as I had since I met her – both with rule breaking like this and with my heart. She was totally worth it, and I'd known very early on that I was absolutely in love with her.

"Mmm, this is better," Bella hummed against my lips once I was in the water with her. She wasted no time leveraging her arms around my neck and lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.

"Always," I agreed. "How long have you been plotting this?"

Instead of answering, she subtly shook her head and deepened our kiss. Her tongue still tasted like the sweet drink she'd had at the party, but the scent of chlorine on her skin overwhelmed my senses. It wasn't bad, though. In a strange way, it was really sexy.

"Don't worry about that," was the only response I got from her. I decided to just accept that considering how her grip had tightened around my neck and her hips had begun to rock against me.

Wasting no time, I carried her over toward the wall and turned around so that her back was pressed against the cement. I managed to work a hand between us, tickling down her stomach as we continued kissing.

"You're so bad," I huffed out, taking my time and teasing her as my fingers descended. "Sometimes I think you want to get caught."

"That would be so hot," she murmured, tucking her head into my neck and sucking on the taut skin. She bit down when the tip of my finger brushed over her clit, and I smiled when her entire body tightened as I slid a finger inside her.

Bella squirmed and rocked in response to my touch, and I loved every fucking minute of it. Her breathing had become labored so quickly, and the little sounds I always craved were soft and needful as they fell from her lips. Even with so much attention focused on her, I couldn't believe we were doing this here.

As I continued playing her like an instrument, she somehow managed to bring one of her hands down as well. I thought she was just going to stroke my attention-starved cock, but she made her intentions known by pushing my hand away from her slick pussy and angling my cock in its place. She held the tip to her flesh and shifted against me, silently begging for what she truly wanted. I didn't let her get away with it that easily, though. If we were going to play, I intended to bring my A game.

I gave her just the tip, just an inch. In and out, not really fulfilling her in any way, but making her think I would. I was a total tease as her legs floated through the water, trying to wrap tightly around my waist, but I kept her held back. Just when she thought I was about to give in, I switched things up. I let myself slide into her willing body in one swift stroke, but then I secured my hands on her hips and yanked her off me. She protested loudly as I retreated, but before she could react further, I'd lifted her out of the pool and deposited her gorgeous, dripping body on the edge of the pool.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" she shrieked, trying to wiggle herself back into the water.

"Stay put, dirty little girl," I demanded, giving her a look that let her know that I was the one in control. "Now spread those legs."

With a nudge, her thighs parted and my girl finally caught on. She leaned back against the cold floor, scooting her hips closer to me as I positioned her feet on the ledge, opening her wide and inviting for me.

Without hesitation, I dove in. She tasted like pool water and all the sweetness that was Bella, which turned out to be a huge turn on. My tongue flicked quick patterns over her clit, then drifted down, lapping at her while she writhed and squirmed for more. My name echoed through the enormous, humid room, motivating me to keep up everything I was doing so that I could hear that sound on endless repeat.

"Oh fuck, baby . . . " she moaned, and her hand moved frantically until she found mine. She guided it over her slick thigh where I'd been holding her down and making her intentions clear.

"Touch me," her hand told me wordlessly.

So I did.

I gave her two fingers at once, stiff and hard, working quickly in and out of her. My other hand drifted up, flattening against her stomach and reaching for her chest. The combination of being out of the warm water and my attention had made her nipples pointed and eager, and I pinched them the way I knew she liked. It was only a matter of seconds before her whole body arched and her hips thrust upward, pushing her pussy into my face. I waited until she stilled, and then I backed away, dragging my hands down her legs as I guided her to a more relaxed position. After a few moments, I pulled her back up and slid her into the water again.

Teasing her had been fun, but my cock was going to combust underwater if I didn't get it in her right at that fucking moment.

As soon as we were face to face again, her back against the pool wall, Bella practically attacked my mouth. I let her have her way, fucking me with that talented tongue. My hands remained occupied with her breasts, which happened to feel really awesome with the buoyancy of the water. Who would've imagined?

Heh. Floating boobies.

My childish moment inside my head didn't last long, though, because my stiff dick was feeling rather neglected, so I worked my kisses away from Bella's mouth and over her cheek . . . down her neck . . . pushed her hair aside as I spun her . . . and then I had her in the perfect position.

"Fold your arms over the ledge," I instructed breathily in her ear, sucking at the sensitive skin after speaking. She whimpered but complied, slightly lifting her body as she positioned her arms.

Just how I wanted her, I stopped playing around. I held my cock in one hand while the other slid between her firm ass cheeks and parted her thighs. Bella shuddered and trembled at my touch and welcomed me willingly as I pushed into her without hesitation this time.

Oh sweet mercy, she felt amazing.

Tight, tight, tight in this position, and so fucking wet and warm and amazing and perfect and Bella.

Everything. She was everything.

I loved spending any kind of time with her, and I was eternally grateful that we had something that went beyond our physical relationship, but when we were like this, my entire world felt like heaven on earth. It was the ultimate connection, and having her connected to me, surrounding me, holding onto me in this mind blowing way, I just knew she was it for me. Dirty girl or sweet angel, she was all I could ever ask for.

My body and mind seemed to find some sort of middle ground in the intense moment, and I was able to give her what we both really craved.

Slip, slide, pound, pound, pound. Grab, grope, moan. In and out. Bliss. Never fucking enough.

I don't know how long I lasted. I felt her come around me twice, squeezing and tensing, and I couldn't deny that I was proud as fuck that I could do that to her. I knew she would be bruised and tired after this, and I'd probably have my own battle scars, but that didn't matter. Just the ecstasy of fucking my beautiful, determined, naughty girl in our university's motherfucking pool was enough to make it all worthwhile.

I'd never be able to come to another swim meet again. At least not without getting an insta-boner.

With a slam-slam-slam and knowing she was smashed against the wall, I drilled a few final hard thrusts into my girl and burst. It was . . . words couldn't even quantify the magnitude of that orgasm.

Damn.

Eventually, we separated our exhausted bodies and calmed our heavy breaths.

Apparently, my mischievous girl had planned this escapade well. There were towels and a change of clothes for each of us in the locker room. I willingly and happily pulled my naked ass out of the pool and followed her inside, enjoying the view of her lithe body as she led the way.

From a bag I hadn't noticed on the way in, she pulled out two large, fluffy towels and a bottle of body wash. My body wash, to be exact. I remembered how much she loved the citrus scented soap when I first got it. She said it made me smell like oranges, and she was always burying her face in the crook of my neck after I showered.

"Come on, baby, let's relive some locker room shower fun," she said seductively, waving the bottle of body wash at me. "I'm gonna soap you up, head to toe, and then I'm gonna eat you alive . . ."

Somehow, I knew our naughty night in the field house had only just begun.

E/N: Hehe you like that little Orangeward tease, don't you? Many thanks to Kimpy & my other Pervs for giving this a quick once over, and of course, mad love to Kassiah *lovesmoosh*