Clear my head.

Sienna slipped into the swimming pool, gasping slightly as the cold water ate up her flesh. She could feel her n*pples harden against the dark pink of her bikini.

Marshall rubbed his eyes. He was tired. He slid into his trunks, pulled on his goggles, and walked into the swimming pool area. He dived in, a slither of shining quicksilver flesh.

Sienna's head snapped around and her eyes widened, panic filling her mind. Her bruises were completely exposed!

Marshall focused, striking down lengths as fast as he could.

Sienna didn't know what to do. She decided to swim.

Marshall completed two lengths before registering there was someone else there.

"Hello?"

Sienna froze. "Hi..." she muttered, keeping most of her body in the water.

"Sienna?" he said, frowning. He switched to backstroke, looking for her.

Sienna was blushing. "Hello, Marshall..."

"What's with the -all on the end?" he asked, treading water as he neared her.

Sienna blinked. "What?" she asked, confused, hoping he didn't notice the bruises all over her body.

"Marsh-all," Marsh said, and rolled his eyes "Never mind. It's nice to see you, Sienna."

Sienna smiled slightly, pushing back her hair from her face, a bruise on her arm visible for less than a second. "It's nice to see you too..."

Marsh gently caught her hand, placing his other hand on her elbow and carefully pulling her arm straight.

"Sienna... you're kind of bruised."

Sienna blushed, she was bruised nearly all over. "It's nothing..."

"It's obviously not. What did you do, walk into a fist?"

Sienna blushed and looked down. "I was rude to one of the boys....that I'm seeing..."

Marshall blinked. Okay, that stung. But he had to get to the bottom of this first.

"Okay. A - I don't believe that. The truth, please. B - who is he? C - what kind of justification is that for mangling you?"

"It doesn't matter who he is...and he said that I was disrespecting him...he wanted to teach me a lesson..."

"Then he's a w*nker and requires swift and painful retribution. It very much matters who he is," Marsh said firmly, gently letting go of ehr arm and pulling out her other arm, examining the bruises. "So, who is he?"

Sienna began to cry. "Please don't...he...he said if I told anyone he'd so worse to me..."

"Stay with me, then," Marshall said. "Easy. If you stay by my side the whole time, then he won't be able to hurt you because I'll be here to break his neck. Okay?"

Sienna began to cry. "Marsh...he'll hurt you too...I don't want that..."

"Do I look like I'll let some arrogant sadistic punk hurt me or you?" Marshall said. "Come here," he added softly.

Sienna looked into his eyes. "Cleanse my body...with yours..." she whispered, going to take off her bikini top.