Ez looked up at Jackal, a genuine smile of amusement playing around her lips and in her eyes. His presence was not a surprise, anyone could smell his fragrant tobacco smoke from afar and she was no exception. She had to admit he was stealthy like a wild cat and without it he may have snuck up on her despite her good vantage point. She had not spared him a glance until his words, surprised to find his gaze focused on the horizon--any other man would have been staring into the clear depths. An actual gentleman? she mused inwardly.
"Is it my nudity that makes me vulnerable, or perhaps the fact that I am submerged in water?" she asked, her tone light. "I could be out of this pond before you made it to the edge...nude or not," she teased. Her hand still gripped her gun, but she made no move to lift it in threat. She was playing with him, gauging his reaction. "Hopefully, you're not that type of 'asshole'."
Across the way, Gabriel was now standing, his hand twitching towards his weapon as he observed the interaction. Ezra caught the movement and shook her head, dismissing him with a stay of her hand. "Besides, I have my trusty watchdog to guard my back," she said sarcastically. "The one and only Gabriel, angel of death...he'll cut your throat in your sleep just for snoring." Her words were light, but their meaning was not. In the passing of a few seconds, the Black Jack outlaw relaxed his pose, narrowing his eyes as he continued to watch the pair.
With the situation hopefully controlled, Ezra leaned back in the water, bringing both of her hands into the pond, the weapon now dismissed. Call it female intuition or just plain foolishness, but she no longer felt threatened by the company. A cool breeze played over her exposed wet skin and her body responded, goose bumps covering her flesh and her nipples going taut. Under normal circumstances, she would have invited Jackal in to bathe with her, but Gabe would be a problem with that scenario, and she dismissed it quickly. Instead she languidly turned in the water and dove under, splashing water onto the sand. When she surfaced, her hair was dripping, the wavy curls framing her face. She was surprised by the vigilante's resolve. Fully dressed he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and now that she was exposed completely, he changed his tune and looked away. This one is going to be fun, she thought. She had never met a gentleman before.
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