<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Nicholas had stood tall, looking over the brooke under the moonlight. The heat of the day was still warm over the land, so that it made for a quite pleasant evening. Feeling relaxed despite his rather shadowy escape from the Stables - and risking little more than a chastisement from the other stallions and, perhaps, from Michael if the farmer ever heard of his foray. He could just argue that he had gone out for a walk, that the heat was making him unconfortable on his bay. Then, she was there.<br/><br/>He almost jumped at hearing her voice, but managed to seem just cool, waiting patiently for her to come, albeit he didn't really wait for more than five minutes on his own. Which was great - if she had been delayed, Nick would probably just walk back into the Stables defeated. He would start having second thoughts about it all, and that way laid ruin rather swiftly. Yet, she had come, and before he could speak, she started to undress. The male blushed, but nodded slowly after giving it some thought. He would not think on it.<br/><br/>That way he could enjoy the moment, foregoing any troubling thoughts.<strong>"I don't have one either."</strong>He smirked as he pulled his shirt away, and then kicked his workpants away too, standing on his boxers alone. There was a veritable bulge down his groin at that moment.<strong>"Uh, well... the water is fine!"</strong>He stated as he walked into the water swiftly to hide himself from her, and then he threw it off - throwing his wet undergarments over his clothpile, and smirking at her. And with a wave of hand, beckoned her towards him.