Oliver Sampson stands before you, water dripping off of his clothes, his wet hair curling slightly. You draw a damp arm across your forehead to wipe away the droplets there. "So how'd you like Splash Mountain?" You smile.

He shrugs. "Not bad, for a little animated bears kind of ride."

"Where to now?"

Oliver grins widely. "Pirates of the Caribbean."

You gawk at him, placing your hands on your hips. "Again? Oliver, we've already gone like 6 times."

"Seven, but who's counting? Come on Love."

"No." You cross your arms over your chest and pout.

He moves closer and takes your hand in his, pulling you along as he heads back to New Orleans Square. "Do as I say wench."

"Ooh, bossy." You smack his butt, possibly painfully in his soaked jeans. He turns, steely eyed and reels you back to him, embracing you tightly.

He moves his mouth so close to your ear that his lips brush your lobe as he speaks. "Just one more time Love? Please? After that, Indiana Jones. I promise."

"On one condition."

He pulls back slightly, still not loosening the hug. "Yes?"

"You have to buy one of those Indy fedoras."

Oliver rolls his eyes. "Love..."

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

He sighs. "Take it. Take you. Take the bloody hat. Now come on before the line gets bad again."

He drags you back to the line. You are smiling. Though he is trying to hide it, so is he.

You are right in front of Oliver in line, his arms are around your waist, holding you close as he places small kisses on the side of your neck.

When you reach the dock, you and Oliver are the only passengers in the back seat of a lightly populated boat. The other occupants seem to all be couples, most a little younger than the two of you, but equally as preoccupied in each other.

As you get underway, you move your hand to caress his knee as he places a proprietorial arm around your shoulders. As you round the various dips and turns, the two of you, like most of your fellow passengers, spend most of that time kissing. When you enter the section of the ride that appears to be open waters, two pirate ships on either side blasting cannonfire over your heads, you lean more tightly into Oliver's side. "I hate this part," you say.

"Why's that?"

"Well when I was little, I didn't understand that it wasn't real. I thought it was really the ocean."

"Oh?" He's smiling.

"Yeah, and I'd just seen Jaws."

"Oh." He's nearly laughing.

You poke him in the ribs. "Shut up," you can't fight your smile.

"I'm sorry. I just find that terribly cute."

You flick his silver hoop earring with your finger. "So me matey, is this a holdover from your pirate thing?"

In the next moment, you feel a bullet whizz past your heads. It seems to have much more weight than the air jet effects of the ride. You look up to Oliver, who is looking at you with equal concern. When it happens again, Oliver's eyes widen and he flips you over the back of the boat and into the water.

Seconds later, you hear a small splash as Oliver joins you. "Where?! Where?!"

He points to one of the prop pirate ships. Next to one of the animatronic figures stands a very real nasty in a pirate outfit, sporting a high powered assault rifle. You glance toward the boat you just abandoned and notice that no one there so much as came up for air.

"Swim for the boat Love, and keep your head down." You move toward the bow of the ship as Oliver swims toward the stern. As you begin to climb the scenery, hugging the boat close so as not to be seen by the assassin scanning the water, you reach into your boot. Empty. You curse under your breath, realizing you must have lost your gun in the surprise splashdown.

You are about to sink back down into the water, knowing that one of the most important rules in your line of work is if you can't be an asset, don't become a liability. And on that noble sentiment, you find the muzzle of a rifle shoved unceremoniously into your face. Before the mock-pirate can even curl his finger around the trigger, Oliver is on top of him and a struggle for the weapon ensues. They are rolling around on the plywood deck. You are coming into firing range every few seconds as you stand to the side, watching helplessly without your gun.

"Meet you at....your ride Love. Go!" Oliver nods to the right. So much for your 'real ocean'. A brightly marked exit sign with a door beneath it beckons you. You hate to leave Oliver, but if you're here for him to worry about, he could make a mistake, one that might mean... You shake your head to clear that thought and head for the door, briskly.

You sit dripping wet on a bench outside The Indiana Jones Adventure. You swear if one more tourist appraises your soaked condition with "Splash Mountain huh?" you're going to deck them. You've thought about calling your employers for backup. Unfortunately, your cell phone seems to have gone the way of your firearm. You can't seem to see a payphone in sight, and you don't want to go looking for one in case you're not there when Oliver comes to find you. 'When and not if,' you keep reminding yourself.

A shadow soon passes over you. You turn to find yourself facing blue jeans, dark with water. As you look up, you find a tall man, wearing a fedora, standing beside you. "Is this seat taken Miss?" The man tilts back the hat and you find Oliver Sampson smiling down on you.

You jump into his arms, kissing him passionately. He smiles against your mouth and places the fedora on your head before embracing you...

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)