He gave her an amused grin. The mist from the fountain washing his face. Rivulets, like tears, flowed down his face.
(He laughed coldly as he wiped a tear from her face.)
With a chuckle, Elan delicately tossed her into the fountain's cool waters.
(You have chosen, then. Chosen me.)
(A tangle of sheets. The smell of sex heavy in the night air. Her arms wrapped tightly around him. Safety, security, comfort. A satisfied grin as his arms draped over her.)