"I wish you didn't, we should make copies-" he jokes but only barely, his chest tightening pleasantly at the finger against bare skin. He was in the army long enough that he can hold an entire conversation entirely nude, but being reminded that there's no barrier between them is, in a word, hot.

And then he's getting kissed- there's a faint sheen of sweat across the parts of him that haven't been submerged from the heat, and he's got a couple of day's worth of stubble because he wasn't expecting to make out with someone here, but he lifts his wrinkling hand out of the water to cup Fever's cheek and eases into it, pushing himself closer. When they separates, he remarks-

"I think I missed."