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Peyton was already there, but then Peyton was usually early to things. This time it appeared as though she'd only just arrived. Her towel was laying on the lounge she was standing beside, and she was in the process of kicking her sandals off beneath it as Andy came in. She paused with fingers curling around the hem of her t-shirt to smile at him, then drew it up over her head.

The bathing suit underneath might have been considered a little on the small size if Peyton herself hadn't been so small. Black, with criss-crossing straps around her ribs that tied at her back. This under dressed, it was easy to see the shoulder scar, the rough 'H' on the right side of her ribcage, the mass of scar tissue on the top of one foot. When she turned to lay the folded shirt on her towel he'd get a glimpse of the tattoo on her back, and the Ursa Major constellation on the back of her neck. Long long hair was pulled up in an artfully messy bundle at the back of her head.

"Yay you found your way here. I was afraid I'd have to come find you." The grin was back, hands coming to rest on her hips. The entrance to the Sun pool was through a portal, but since Andy was Jordan's brother, he assumed the older brother might have clued him in.

"You're lucky, having Jordy. Not only a great brother, but a great resource." Peyton was herself an elder sibling. She'd actually gone through a similar situation as Jordan has. The difference was, when Pey had left home, Astrid had still been there. It had been quite the shocker finding the smaller Creedy in a pod. Peyton still had mixed feelings about her sister being on the island. She loved her, loved having her around, but knowing the sort of danger they were up against, it made Peyton very nervous.

A quick hand snapped forward, the end just barely slipping through delicate fingers. Speed was her thing. A faint smirk followed the compliment as she gave the elastic at one hip a little pluck. Not quiet a nervous fidget, but close. "Thanks."

Lips pursing, she made a move towards the water, but paused as Andy yanked his shirt up over his head, pale gaze moving almost immediately to the appendectomy scar, then down to the rough state of his shins. The usual sorts of wear and tears one might expect to see on an active young person. Though she did wonder what specifically might have caused them. They looked a bit like road rash, but not quite.

Turning back to the water, she moved to the edge to dip a tow in, then stepped off and right into water up to her shoulders. "Cool, but not cold." There were times she'd have preferred warmer, but there were also times when something colder would have been ideally refreshing. Pey didn't know if it had a heater, or if the area it was kept was just so climate controlled the temperature never waved, but it was always the same when she visited.

Sinking in up to her chin, she drifted towards deeper water, looking up at him.

The mild expression she wore melted into a concerned frown as Andy started sprinting towards the edge of the pool. Then concerned deepened into alarm as she realized just what the tall trainee meant to do. "Don't you-!"

The rest was drowned out by his war cry, then the tidal wave of water that drenched her about a second and a half later.

Peyton coughed, wiping water from her eyes before turning a sharp stare down into the depths of the pool and the young man still curled near the bottom. Oh, it was on now. Warrick gave an amused rumble as his partner swam back towards the side of the pool, then waited there for Andy to surface again.

When he did, he'd receive much the same treatment as Pey had just endured by his hands. A small tidal wave, produced by the push of a small hand through the water in the direction of his face. Then, before he had a chance to recover, she'd kick off from the wall, more or less tackling him in the water to force his head back under briefly.

She was still hanging on when he did manage to break the surface again, though it wasn't like sh had much weight to throw around. With his long legs, she didn't doubt he could have kept them both afloat for hours. It wouldn't even take much effort, just lazy kicks. "Oh I'm sure," she conceded, pushing her bangs back out of her face.

After a moment her grip loosened, and she slid around his side until she was treading water in front of him, expression a blend irritation losing to amusement. That grin didn't help matters either. The dumb guy was thoroughly pleased with himself. It made keeping a straight face next to impossible. Which was, possibly, even more annoying. A vicious cycle to be sure.

"Got that all out of your system now?" Pale brows rose questioningly, head cocking to the side. "Cause I can just keep dunking you til you pass out. I mean it's not like it's hard." The tone was exaggerated impatient. The words were all challenge.

Peyton might have been stronger, faster, but the water served as something of an equalizer between them. With nothing to hold onto, there was only so much force the smaller girl had to throw around. She was light, she was dainty, and Andy could probably toss her around with very little effort if he wanted to.

Oh yes, she'd known what was coming. Well, she'd had an idea, a notion. Maybe not exactly what Andy chose to come at her with, but certainly something. The s**t-eating grin was met with a confident smirk, the twitch of her nose, making the skin wrinkle slightly over the bridge of it.

Then he was reaching for her, all long arms and longer legs. She tried to jerk back and away, but she didn't have the same sort of speed in the water as she did on land, and he managed to catch a thin wrist before she could yank it back quick enough. It was all too easy for him to reel her in at that point, despite her struggles, the protesting squeal.

There was time enough to take a breath, then she was being dunked.

<You're baiting him.> The demon sounded amused, though chiding.

Your point?

<Do you think that wise? >

It's just a little fun, War. And considering how things had been going lately, a little fun was well needed. Warrick made a vaguely disapproving noise, but the blonde mostly ignored it.

The conversation had only taken a couple of seconds, then the girl was reaching for Andy's sides, fingertips poking and prodding at the young man's ribs as she kicked for the surface again.

She was laughing as she broke the surface, head shaking to clear water and wer bangs from her eyes before they fell on the retreating trainee. Bright and just a little evil. "Truce? That's not something our division is really known for." shevswam after him, closing what little distance he'd managed to place between them unless he continued to retreat.

It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long month. A long year. It seemed like every time things started to settle down a new disaster was there, just waiting. Personal or island wide, they stacked, one after another, until it felt like it was a struggle just to draw a full breath. As if the weight of it all might crush her if she didn't keep moving forward. Worry, anger, exhaustion, anxiety. She just kept running from every awful emotion, never quite dealing with things as she should be.

She was still running. Head long into distraction. Her job as a trainer, her own personal training, and, at the moment, towards a cute blonde at the other end of the pool. If you never stopped, you never had to think to hard.

Her brows twitched when he stopped retreating, and a lazy smile followed his question. "Sorry, I don't do that." Break, more like. She saw it in his face, that moment when fun and games turned into something else entirely. The darkening pale eyes, and the subtle twitch of lips from goofy grin to hopeful expectation. It brought along with it a brief moment of clarity, where Warrick's disapproval and her own common sense softened delicate features from mischievous to thoughtful.

What was she doing? He wasn't just some random handsome face she only had to see every so often. He was her friend's little brother. He was her trainee, her responsibility.

Andy started towards her, and the moment ended with that subtle quirk of his lips. Her hand came forward, fingertips against his upper chest to maintain those last few inches of space.

"Dearly." It came out soft, almost husky, and lavender eyes dipped from baby blues, down to his mouth. Bad idea. Her own thought this time. She should have been pushing away, climbing out of the pool to grab her towel. Slamming this door shut before it had any chance to crack open. She should have done a lot of things. Instead she stayed where she was, hand still resting lightly on his chest.

<Peyton...>