Free The Crystal Sorcerers by William R. Forstchen

Leti flashed into view, illuminated by his crystal. With a cheery wave he shot past the two, who were laughing with delight at his antics.
    Storm continued to dive, jinking to the left and right. Doggedly he followed, still picking up speed. He could sense the bottom racing up and, broadening his search, he could easily detect Storm swinging among the towering boulders that littered the lake bed.
    In an instant he was skimming along through a swirling forest of kelp, dodging up over boulders, and traversing beneath arching caverns that plunged into darkness and then back into opaque light.
    Trying to lose him in the clutter, Storm would dodge behind a boulder, out of his view, and then scurry around the far side.
    Once she simply hit the bottom and remained motionless so that he shot right past her. A taunting laugh echoed through his crystal, and looking over his shoulder he saw her rise up, wave playfully and then streak away.
    Grinning with delight, Mark arched straight up and over and shot back down on her tail. Gradually he closed in on her, so that he was able to track her by the bubbles given off by her rapid passage through the water.
    Finally his beacon locked onto her, revealing her slender form cutting effortlessly through the tranquil depths. Tantalizingly, she stayed just out of reach as they played through the fairytale forest of boulders. Then she arched straight up, racing for the surface, sunbeams dappling her long black hair. Straight out of the water she shot, soaring heavenward. Bursting clear of the lake, he followed her upward, the warmth of the early evening air a sharp contrast to the cool waters below. At last she punched through a faint wisp of cloud and disappeared.
    The cloud, rimmed with the first faint glow of pink from the setting sun, filled his view. Slowing, he drifted up and through.
    Hands reached out, covering his eyes. Playfully he pulled her over and tumbled back into the puffy blanket. Her lips closed over his in a lingering kiss, their bodies intertwining into an embrace as they drifted out of the shelter of privacy back into the light below.
    From far away they heard a hoot of delight, and looking down they saw several Japanese floating through the sky in their direction, laughing delightedly at the strange spectacle of the two embracing while floating in the heavens.
    "Hard to get any privacy up here," Mark said, feeling a bit self-conscious about the two of them flying naked where the whole world could see them. Storm pushed away from Mark, her eyes glowing with passion. Taking his hand, she leaned over and plummeted downwards. The lake rushed up as if to hide them. Slashing through the surface, they knifed downward into its cool, protective mantle. Slowing, they looked about, like two adolescents furtively making sure that no one was watching before they kissed.
    Storm drew closer, and made her shield blend into his. Eagerly they drew each other closer into a passionate embrace.
    They had made love atop a cloud before, but this was the first time for them underwater. There was a wonderful sense of weightlessness as the water held them. Laughing they gradually rolled end over end, one moment prone, the next as if standing, then a moment later inverted, as if hanging suspended. And with each gentle turn and sway, their passion grew.
     
    "Did you just hear something?" Ikawa asked, looking over at his beloved.
    "Bit like thunder," she said, a wicked smile lighting her features.
    "Well, at least you're quieter about such things," he said laughingly, drawing her close as if to start again what they had just finished.
    "Shall we go exploring a bit first?"
    He felt torn--what he had just shared with her beneath the waves was the stuff of dreams--but he could not hide the fact that he was curious to see this new world.
    Giving him a playful wink, she drifted from his embrace, and, taking his hand, started downward.
    Beneath them, vast schools of fish would dart away at their approach.