<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: The pool</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>As Amy and Spencer moved deeper into the water Gray released their hands and dived in with a splash. The cool, clear water reinvigorated him (not that the girls didn't have him feeling pretty<em>vigorous</em>already, and he kicked easily below the surface. Half a minute or so later he rose like a sleek brown dolphin, launching himself above the water and bobbing back down drenched and glistening, rivulets flows through the hard trenches of his body and around his grinning lips.<br/><br/>As he shook the water from his eyes he saw Spencer leaning towards Amy, and unlike Marc made no attempt to hide his appreciation of the view. Finding the bottom of the pool with his feet he trod towards the others, moving in to become the forth corner. “I'll say,” he concurred with Marc, and seeing that the other man's arms were low, around the girls' backs, he draped his own around their shoulders.<br/><br/>Cradling the back of Amy's neck in his elbow, he kneaded Spencer's upper arm with lingering strokes of his fingers. “Don't worry, darl,” he said to the shorter stunner, looking down at her with a smile that was at once playful, reassuring and wicked. “I was a lifeguard at Surfer's Paradise for a couple of summers. No-one got drowned or eaten on my watch. Well,” he corrected, leaning down to half-whisper in Amy's ear, his lips so close to her that she could feel them curve in a grin. “Not eaten by sharks, at any rate.”