She knew it was coming, she saw it in his face, he was going to soak her. As he fell into the water, she fell on top of him with a *splash*. Bree pulled away from him and got herself to the surface, and clamored back to the beach, wet and laughing. She could have killed him for that, but he did make her have a good time.<br/><br/>Her clothes now clung to her wet body, showing every curve. Nothing was left to the imagination now. She sat on the beach, the water lapping at her feet. "I hope you're happy now," Bree laughed, "I'll have to go back and change now." Bree sat there watching him and how the sun hit his body. His perfect toned form was appealing now, and she didn't look at him like a brute fighter any more. Bree could not believe he had broken trough her shell, and she was actually having a good time with him now.