Beached
By Missy

TITLE: Beached
PARTS: One of One
RATING: Hard R, verging on NC-17 (lang; sexual content: M/F Anatomical refference);
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CATEGORY: Smut; romance
PAIRINGS: I really need to try some Shirley/Carmine, I swear...
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: The beach on a deserted afternoon...Is it really happening, or is it all in her mind?

***

The sun was baking energy from her.

She didn't care, even though slug-like behavior wasn't precisely her usual mien. She shifted in the sand, trying to get away from its burning heat and onto the blanket.

Some suntan lotion would have been nice at that moment.

Her skin leapt when her wish was granted; only her hands weren't the ones fulfilling her desire. A glance over her shoulder picked out a masculine face hovering over her; connected to some very nice hands, which were doing a very good job working the knots out of her shoulders.

Those hands felt so nice; she just wished that the sun wasn't so bright, so she could see to whom they belonged. Especially when they unsnapped her bikini top.

Well, that was going just a bit too far; she turned over and began speaking, only to be cut off by a kiss. One of those kisses that seemed to stretch on for days. She discovered that she truly wouldn't have minded if that kiss stretched on for eons.

He lowered himself over her form, his breath tasting like cotton candy. Feeling his pressure upon her thighs. She looked to her left, her right; the beach was deserted.

His sunglasses came off and she recognized his face. Opening her mouth to speak, but he smiled, lowering his finger to her lips.

"Hush."

****

Her nipples were tender. Maybe sunburned, after all of that time in the heat? No: his mouth. She could still feel where he'd nibbled her a bit too harshly.

She tied her top back into place, watching him as he lay beside her, where she had left him; limp and naked, ridiculously long at all ends. Clownish and yet...somehow....

His legs were wrapped around her, something like a lost child. Naturally. She felt incredulous; couldn't believe that it had happened between them.

Maybe if she curled up beside him, it would be different; she would awaken, discover it was all a dream. That's what it felt like....

***

She awoke at sunset with the tide comming in, and the chill of the rushing water evening immediately demanded she find her shorts and stuff her legs into them. From the presence of slick moisture between her thighs, she realized that it truly had happened. She wasn't quite giddy, but somehow wanted to laugh

She felt him before she saw him; surfacing from the ocean with a green plastic snorkel in his mouth. He spat it out and faced her.

Laverne opened her mouth to say something.

Lenny pulled her close and whispered into her mouth:

"Hush."










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