Beth getting into cold water is maybe one of Derek's favorite things in life. It's impossible not to laugh and be all that much more in love with her. She's not the type to wade in slowly type; she's the kind that likes to jump right in and the way that she always squeals and hurries to the warmth of his embrace never ceases to make him happy.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," he teases her and he pulls her up against him, knowing that she's searching for his body heat to make up for the cold water. He leans down then to kiss her. Derek hums against her mouth, a soft and contented sound. It only life could always be like this. Kisses and playfulness. Derek likes to pretend sometimes that the creeks and rivers and ponds and lakes aren't their only source of bathing, but that they're here because they're young and in love and why not, because it's fun. He wishes that was true.

Parting from the kiss, he smiles. "Warmer now?"