His lover had broken their underwater liplock and used his angelic body to swim back to the surface. Ansel was unable to see Lucio move in the black water, but he could feel his body stretch and bend, twisting the water around him. Ansel followed his lover, his lungs on fire, and breached the surface of the water, the cold air smacking his face and making him shiver sensuously. Although Ansel didn't mind the cold, he remembered that not only was he used to it, Ansel was about eight inches taller than Lucio and must have had almost 80lbs of muscle that Lucio did not have. How the small young man had managed to last in the water this long was a wonder all on its own. "Yes, it is fucking freezing, isn't it?" Ansel said playfully, watching as his lover began to swim to the bank. Ansel followed, not wanting to be separated from Lucio, never wanting to be too far away.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Ansel reached the shore himself that he noticed just how much Lucio was shaking. Ansel could almost hear the teeth rattle in Lucio's skull. Not wanting to expose his darling to the biting air any longer than necessary, the professor once again pulled Lucio into his arms, cradling him against his chest and hoping his own body heat could offer Lucio some relief. Ansel left their clothes and leftover food stuffs on the knoll underneath the tree, not wanting to waste time collecting them when his lover was trembling against him.<br/><br/>Ansel carried Lucio back to the house and did not let Lucio go until they were in the downstairs bathroom. He gingerly set Lucio down and began grabbing towels, wiping away all traces of water left on Lucio's body. He wrapped a towel around Lucio's head and gently wrung the water out of Lucio's blonde locks until nothing else could be squeezed out. All of this Ansel did silently, seeing them as necessities to keep his darling warm and healthy. It was his job to ensure that Lucio remained comfortable and Ansel had no desire to shirk his responsibilities. When Lucio was completely dry, Ansel left him briefly to grab a blanket he had seen earlier draped over one of the couches in the living room. He returned and placed the blanket over Lucio's shoulders, smiling at how small and delicate Lucio looked underneath the heavy throw.<br/><br/>"Would you like some tea or coffee, darling? I am sure I saw some as we were poking around in the kitchen earlier. I recommend taking yourself upstairs to the bedroom and putting on something warm while I get everything ready for you." Ansel, still mostly wet, lazily began dragging a towel along his naked body. "Get yourself under those blankets and don't you dare come out, you understand me?"