Give her a #3 (Sam)

[Mathew Amtrum]

He was pleased that she was in to the spirit of the day and was having fun. He didn't know just how much she was letting go, since he really didn't know her. He could just assume she was naturally flirty and fun loving. Even if she did have a shy streak, but that was what he had seen of her so far. When she accepted his challenge and threw it back at him he raised an eyebrow at that. She wanted to challenge him back? Well maybe he wouldn't let her win. Maybe he would raise the stakes instead. See what was on the line.

"Slowpoke? Is that a challenge? Cause if so lets make things interesting. What do you want if you beat me to shore?" He asked, his lips twitching in to a huge grin. He was looking forward to this, deciding on just what he would take when he won. Not if, because there was no way he could lose if he really tried. He was Mathew after all.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam froze inside, drawing a complete blank. She didn't have a damned clue what she would want to ask of him. She didn't expect to win, unless he went easy on her, and she didn't expect him to go easy on her. But her mind just didn't work that way. She could act forward and flirty all she wanted, but inside she was really just shy, safe little Sam.

None of that showed on her face, though. Sam just laughed. She pulled him close to her so that their lips were mere centimeters away, and smirked at him. "You'll find out when I win," she whispered, before putting a hand on each of his shoulders and pushing him down, trying to dunk him again. She considered making a mad dash for shore, because she knew that the only way she could possibly win is if she either got a marvelous head start, or if he let her win. But she decided against it, and simply backed up a few feet, waiting for him to recover and start the race formally. If he was going to give her a head start, he was going to give it to her himself; she wasn't just going to take it from him.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He felt her push down on his shoulders, dunking him in the water once again. He quickly pushed himself back up the surface, taking in a gasp of air as he surfaced. It was a dirty trick, well it would have been if she had taken it as a head start. Still now he was determined to win, and he was going to claim a prize. He already knew what he would request as a prize.

"Well at least you didn't take off. Though now I won't let you win." He said with a grin. Swimming over to her he would grin before leaning in to kiss her once more. No hesitation, as always taking what he wanted, and right now he wanted her. He was determined to have her too.

"Ready? Set? Go!" He shouted, he would give her a count of five before he took off after her, his body whipping through the water. It was a matter of course to catch up to Sam and even pass her. His body was honed to physical perfection, and he was constantly training his mind and body to surpass all of his limits. It was all a part of his master plan. After all High School wouldn't last forever.

When he reached the shore he was panting as he climbed out. Giving her a head start had been a bad move, and catching up had certainly been hard. His breathing was heavy, and his muscles sore, but a grin covered his face. He was quite pleased with himself for winning, not that he had any doubts.

When Sam finished the race as well he would approach her to try and embrace her, lifting her up off the ground and spinning her. "Good race!" He said with a grin. He was already thinking about how to word his prize.

OOC: Me and Sam agreed that Mathew would win the race.

[Sam Ballerino]

((OOC: Sam and I. ~_^
sorry for the wait. inspiration's been slow in coming, and i didn't want to insult you by forcing a shitty post. >.<))

Sam laughed, feeling a little bit of schadenfreude as he surfaced, gasping for breath. And then, almost next thing she knew, he was kissing her again. No warning, no nothing. He seemed to be doing that a lot... And she didn't seem to mind.

As soon as she heard the word "Go!" she pushed away from him and was off. She didn't hear any splashing noises behind her for a few seconds, and assumed he'd been nice enough to give her a head start, but she wasn't about to stop to check. Sam was a decent enough swimmer, but she'd never been on the swim team or anything, and all her taunts to him were pure bluff. So if he was giving her a head start she was gonna take it.

Soon enough she heard him catch up to her, and eventually pass. She pushed herself harder, and closed a little of the distance between them, but she wasn't quite fast enough, and when she finished, touching bottom and walking the rest of the way out of the water, Mathew was there already, that grin of his still on. He picked her up and spun her around, and she laughed and giggled. "You too," she responded breathlessly, when he finally put her down. She lightly punched his shoulder. "I guess you're not such a slowpoke after all," she conceded jokingly, smirking playfully at him. "So what spoils are you going to ask of me, hmm? As a prize for your victory?"