study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"I don't know... Maybe we should put that to the test..."

That was not what Clint had been aiming for in the beginning. But denying that he liked the idea would have been pretty pointless, the way his hand tightened its grip on Natasha's butt immediately, pulling her in against the very interested twitch of his cock. Oh well, he had never claimed to be good in resisting her, right?

"Also I'm thinking, I need to find out just how much of that is really water..."

Finally he gave her what he had been denying her before, sneaking his hand deeply into her bikini bottoms, eager fingertips tracing through the hot slickness between her legs.

"You know, we definitely need to take a swim together more often."

Natasha grinned at his answer, but before she could pull away to do just that he pressed her closer against him, proving his interest, not that it was necessary. “Well, it’s either that or we try to find a way to cool you down before going back to the beach.” There was no doubt he couldn’t go back the way he was no, that was for sure. His excitement would be more than a little obvious to anyone who glanced his way.

Of course Clint was never one to let Natasha one-up him, and before she could consider her next move his teasing hand got a lot bolder, and her eyes drifted closed at the sensation. “I agree,” she said, dipping her head to lick the salt from his neck while moving to rub herself against his hand.

"Thought so."

Clint murmured close to her ear, in a voice as if he was reading a shopping list to her, one arm casually draped around her waist while the other hand continued to drive her crazy.

"You know, I was thinking, I could take you right here and no one would realize..."

His longest fingers gently slipped inside her silky warmth, in short, sharp thrusts, while two more played around her clit, pointed strokes to drive her head first into even deeper want. All the while, while his cock throbbed against her body, neglected for the moment save for the shallow movements against her body, from his legs keeping them afloat.

"Have you ride me right here with everyone watching and no one seeing... Figure it would take some time since you'd have to do all the work yourself, but I'm sure you'd enjoy yourself. I think I'd like that."

He moved his lips closer to her ear to lick a few drops of salt off her skin and nibble on her lobe, let her feel his fast, uneven breath, the soft moans mixing into it.

"Just watching you getting yourself off on me... That would be really fucking hot. We should save that for some time when we're alone..."

She let out a soft, Russian curse when he started working her in earnest, and any illusions of helping to keep them afloat slipped away. Hooking her legs around his waist again, Natasha buried her face against his neck, his words causing her skin to prickle. She loved when he talked dirty, putting all these delicious ideas in her head, and she couldn’t help but move with him, move against his hand as he thrust his fingers into her, over and over. When he finished talking, though, she leaned back enough to look at him, her pupils dilated and her breathing short.

“Wait, so you’re throwing an idea like that out there then telling me it’s for another time?” she said, somehow managing to get the words out with only a few pauses and minor noises between. “Maybe you just don’t think you can keep our heads above water. It would be pretty hard” She ground against him again with that word, letting out a moan herself as it pushed his fingers harder against her clit.

"Challenging me in a kink battle, really, red?"

Clint slowly raised an eyebrow at her, but his smug grin fluttered around the edges. Fuck, she was hot when she was that turned on, when she started to throw around words in her mother tongue and pressed herself against him as if they had been alone in their bedroom.

It had started out as teasing, but who was he to deny the lady when she obviously liked the idea? And there wasn't any doubt she did. Her warm, slick juices coated his hand even underwater and her muscles clamped down on him with every move, obviously in need for something thicker, more solid to fill her.

It was probably the worst idea of the day but there really was no resisting her when she was like that. And Clint trusted his decades of training in focus at least enough to keep them out of trouble, in case someone should get too close to them. Which looked more than unlikely right now. Also, admittedly, the thought that someone could watch them from afar and get even an idea of what they were doing underwater, was actually pretty hot...

"You're killing me. You know that, right?"

He still was fully ready to stop - even if that meant taking a swim further out into the water, to take care of his overactive hormones - but he had to make room for his growing lust at least. Bathing trunks definitely weren't made for a hot woman grinding against him. He withdrew his hand from her carefully to free his now steel-hard cock from the too tight fabric, the intense touch of warm, hard water drawing a breathy moan from his lips. Then he pulled Natasha close to him again, burying his face against her neck.

His hands were back to working her perfect ass, pulling her against him with every lazy swim move, while his hardness glided smoothly through her heat between her legs, teasing her sensitive folds through her panties, pressing against her most sensitive spots. It was an invitation she could take or not if she liked too, and sweetest torture for his own wound up body. The arousal thrummed through his veins in soft waves like those surrounding them. A needy but still controlled pulse right there, where every small move had him pressed against her so enticingly... He had to lie if he was to say, it wasn't tempting at all.

“Just don’t kill us both,” Natasha replied, grinning at him. There was a part of her that couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. It was a terrible idea, they weren’t a couple of lovesick teenagers with absolutely no shame. Someone could see them, or they could just end up completely frustrated if it didn’t work out right. It was a lot of pressure on Clint to keep them above water, and that kind of pressure didn’t really help the situation. It was a terrible idea, but feeling how aroused he was, his hard cock rubbing against her through that one last layer of clothing and his breathing uneven against her neck, it was just too damn tempting.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispered into his ear. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her at that moment, she didn’t want him to try if it was going to be too much.

Clint raised his head, from where his lips had been very busy with her neck, to look at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Deep affection mixed into that excited smile on his lips, and he just had to kiss her, right away. More tender than passionate this time, a teasing light expression of intimacy in so much more than every physical way.

It happened seldom that someone asked him if he was sure of anything, and though it might not be necessary, not with Natasha, not with the person closest to him... It was nice of her to consider it anyway. She cared for him in a way not many people did. For that alone he never would get tired of making her feel good, of showing her that little piece of happiness, closeness, of life and normalcy that people like them could have.

"Sure if I want to be inside you? Pretty much, yeah."

He nibbled on her lower lip playfully, but his smile was still soft, letting her know, he really appreciated her offer. This would be mostly work, yes, and later at night he'd probably be a little less patient. Or just take care of too much pressure alone in the bathroom, if Natasha wasn't feeling up to anything then. Right now this was about her.

Also, it had the very positive side effect of being a perfect workout.

"Don't think. I've got you."

One of his arms held her securely against his chest, fingertips gently caressing her neck while the other moved back to her hips to pull her panties aside. She felt more than ready for him, but the surroundings were slightly awkward of course. So he was even more careful than usual with her, guiding himself along with his hand before he placed it on her ass again, motioning her to do the rest herself, in her own speed.

"Just... enjoy. Take what you need."

Shuddering, he bit down on the juncture of her neck, just enough to stifle a loud, aroused moan on his lips. She felt just too fucking good, no matter how often they did this, there really was nothing better.

"Want to see you fall apart, beautiful..."

Natasha smiled against his lips and her stomach fluttered. He was always so concerned for her, so mindful of never doing anything that might upset her, of making sure that she never felt pressured to do anything she didn’t want to, and he deserved such care in return. Although his reply was playful, she could see the truth in his eyes and that was enough.

She tried to do as he asked, to just shut off her brain and give herself over to him. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, letting him take on all the burden of keeping them afloat, but his hands were so comforting, strong yet gentle, that at least her mind was at ease.

Of course that little display of arousal didn’t hurt either. It definitely egged her on and made her want to see if she could make him react further, a moan catching in her throat as he pressed his teeth against her neck. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she reached between them with the other to help guide him into her. She wasted no time in sinking down over her, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she took him all in. For a long moment she paused just there, her tongue lapping at the pulse in his neck, before she adjusted her legs to pull herself even harder against him. No matter how many times they did this it always felt so good to have him inside her, filling her so perfectly like they were made to fit together. “Okay?” she whispered, clenching her muscles around him and focusing on the language of his body.

"You keep doing that, I can't promise coherent answers."

Clint groaned against her neck, his body trembling against hers when she started to work him just like she knew it would drive him crazy in no time. His hand on her ass, while still keeping her panties out of the way, grabbed her sensitive flesh tightly without directing her, one fingertip playing down the narrow cleft to stimulate one or the other highly sensitive place. Being inside her hot softness was heaven any other day, but when she started using her muscles on him, the violent racing of his heart, that pressure building inside felt like his body was about to explode in the best of ways.

He was thankful for the distraction of keeping them afloat, really, of working against the tide to not get too close to the beach and risk anyone catching them. The slight burning in his thigh muscles was perfect to focus on, and just enjoy this beloved intimate feeling of their warm wet bodies pressing into each other.

"You feel so fucking great."

Somehow he managed to tear his mouth away from Natasha's neck to look at her from lust darkened eyes. Part of him still had trouble believing, they were actually doing this, right here, in the bright sunlight, with the peacefulness of the waves washing around them. It was nothing short of perfect, and he already made a mental note to get them to this boat ride to a lonely beach soon, where they wouldn't have to worry about audience.

For now he was perfectly satisfied with where he was, with the hottest woman in the world grinding down on his rock hard cock and the weightless surroundings carrying them away without pressure.

"Love it so much when you ride me, beautiful. Love to watch you, and how wet you get for me..."

Another aroused little bite on her lower lip left the skin sensitive before he soothed the spot with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of salt on her.

Natasha grinned at his words and squeezed him just a little more for good measure before letting herself relax again. Obviously they couldn’t take their time out here, not with Clint’s strong legs and concentration the only thing keeping their heads above water, but it would be no good torturing him so much so soon either.

Murmuring something incoherent against the crook of his neck at his exploratory fingers, she gently rocked and rotated her hips. When she found just that right spot she paused and held herself still, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

Leaning back to meet Clint’s eyes, seeing the lust and wonder that she was sure mirrored her own, she kissed him softly, a fleeting movement, before offering a smile that only grew wicked at his words.

“Especially wet right now, hmm?” she teased, lifting her hand from the water and trailing one wet finger down his nose. He was so hot when he teased her like this, nipping at her and eliciting pleasure that was close to pain in the best way possible. Running her hand through his hair she started moving, slow and subtle movements that were undetectable in what was visible above the surface. “Later on, tonight, I think it’s about time you took a turn on top,” she spoke quietly.

Natasha's little pun earned her a loving pinch of her ass, then Clint was right back to caressing her warm, firm flesh, going with her movements. Occasionally he kept her pressed closed for a few seconds, when she found that one perfect angle that had her shiver and moan in his arms.

"Good plan. I might have one or the other idea for that..."

The next feather light bite hit Natasha's chin, just a quick nip for adrenaline measures, before his lips and tongue got busy again, making their way down from her chin to her neck. Thorough, methodical touches of tenderness and desire, aimed to wind her up just as much as his words, when he finally withdrew again to look her in the eye. To watch her feel all this pleasure his body was giving her and show her how much it turned him on in return.

"I think I want you flat on your back tonight, right by the edge of the bed, with your knees bent... Want you to hold yourself open and ready for me while I take you..."

His hand slowly wandered down her thigh to emphasize his words, rough between quick pants and moans mixing in, both from the picture on his mind and Natasha's body doing its magic on his.

It was enough to make him hide his face against her skin again, trying hard to keep the noise from his lips down. Or they'd probably hear them even up in their valley soon. Natasha, though, was always allowed to hear those. He sure didn't hold back when his lips went back to her ear for another filthy promise.

"Gonna make you come so hard, beautiful..."

When Clint started working her neck again, Natasha wound her arms around his shoulders and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the skill of his mouth and the strength of his body. Even disregarding what they were doing beneath the water that couldn’t be seen, they were revealing much more above it than she was used to, but the thought never crossed her mind. Public displays of affection weren’t normally her thing, but right now she didn’t care who saw her arms around him nor his face buried against her neck. In the long run, what did it really matter? They had spent far too long hiding their feelings, both from each other and from the world, and she just didn’t want to hide anymore. There were certain things that should be kept private, but she loved him, and why should she try to hide that, especially when it had no way of interfering with their job. Here they didn’t have to worry about that; here they could let go.

Holding herself tight against him right where it made her gasp, it took a little more effort to open her eyes and look at him when he pulled back again, but she managed. Thankfully she didn’t have to hold it for long, and she let out a low moan at both his words and his touch. His voice always took on this low rumble in moments like these, and she swore she had never heard anything sexier in her life.

“More...” she muttered, grinding herself hard against him and pressing her teeth against his shoulder. She didn’t elaborate if she wanted him to do more with his hands, his lips, or his voice, and whatever way he interpreted it she had no doubt it would be just what she needed.

They had spent countless nights and done a good number of different things in bed - or out of it - together... But in that moment, Clint could swear there was nothing sexier than Natasha's aroused whisper for more, with her half naked body, just as warm and pliant as the water carrying them, wrapped around him in every sense of the word. She was so turned on, he could swear, he could feel her wash her lust all over his hardness and balls even in that strange surrounding.

His own body wasn't far behind, thrumming with arousal, with adrenaline from both that, the small touch of exhibitionism, and the most creative workout. His heart hammered slightly in his ears, and his breath was deep, quick against Natasha's neck. But still there was no problem keeping them right were they were, while having half an eye on the beach afar. Fortunately, still nobody seemed to take a second look at them.

Which was good because he couldn't promise, he could fully control himself much longer. There was only so much he could do to help Natasha along with the slow, enticing movement of her hips. But he made it his job to press his hips against hers steadily everytime he his legs gave them another push upwards. It was not enough, not nearly, but that wasn't the plan. That was for later.

For now the lady needed something more and he wasn't going to do a bad job with that.

"Doing so good, beautiful..."

His hot breath kept on teasing right over her ear, the gentle caressing her neck holding her right there. His hand on her ass slipped a little lower still. That one fingertip teasing her got bolder, playing around that certain rough patch of skin before carefully slipping inside of her, to the first knuckle only.

"Think about just that, how hard I'm gonna fuck you later, while you're on your back for me, asking for more... How it feels when I hit that one little spot with every thrust until you scream my name..."

Every touch, every word, just pushed her further into ecstasy. Clint knew exactly what to say, how to say it; he knew where to touch her, and how. In moments like these Natasha almost wondered if he knew her body better than she even did; he certainly knew exactly what she needed.

Pushing back against his finger, then pressing her hips against his again, she buried her face in his throat and moaned at the increased pleasure before repeating the motion. Bringing her lips to his ear she started muttering in Russian between almost painful nips, one hand sliding down beneath the band of his shorts to dig her fingers just lightly into the soft flesh of his ass. She could feel her climax approaching already, brought on by so much stimulus at once, and squeezed his cheek harder, wanting to take him over with her.

Just a few moments ago, Clint had been certain there was no way he got to finish here, not with so little movement, and that had been totally okay, since he had started this for her mostly... He obviously still underestimated Natasha's capacity of driving him absolutely crazy if she wanted to.

Her teeth and the perfect pressure of her hand, and that roughness in her voice, the wonderfully filthy words in her own language... Suddenly he found himself pressing against her much harder, uncontrolled for a moment before he remembered, he had to keep it low for more than one reason, and pressed his forehead against her shoulder with a grunt.

Instead he concentrated even more of making it as good as possible for her, going with the rhythm of her hips with his caressing hand while he carefully, slowly penetrated her deeper, softly circling and thrusting in time with the jerking of her hips.

"Come on, beautiful", he whispered hoarsely against her skin. "I know you can do it... Come for me..."

The last word drowned in another long moan and the enthusiastic sucking on her shoulder, when a new jolt of arousal ringed through his loins and had him press against her tightly one more time.

Despite everything, Natasha grinned when Clint let go a little. She knew this wouldn’t be easy on him, with him having to concentrate on keeping them afloat and not being able to do too much else for himself, so it felt like a sort of victory that he was enjoying it as much as he was, and that he might not leave entirely unsatisfied.

She continued to rock against him, and she had to remind herself to keep her movements small so they weren’t so obvious. He just felt so damn good inside her, both his cock and his finger, that it was hard to keep her thoughts straight.

Slipping her fingers down between his cheeks, she squeezed his ass tighter and bit down harder on his ear. She was panting and gyrating against him, and with one last particularly lewd comment in his ear she felt her orgasm wash over her, leaving her shaking and shuddering in his arms.

Clint's answer to Natasha's last, most colorful encouragement wasn't half as coherent. He was too busy concentrating on the necessary muscle control to keep them where they were.

His legs threatened to give in for a moment when Natasha pressed herself against him so tightly, the waves of her climax working him so perfectly inside of her that he was certain, the top of his head would come off. It wasn't enough, not quite, but he really didn't care, because it was hot as fuck. He held Natasha close to him with his hand firmly against her ass, coaxing her through her orgasm with more of these small, careful thrusts of his finger until she went limb against him.

Her body felt hot, trembling, caught up in her lust completely while she gave herself over to him so much, trusting in him to take care of her... And holy shit, he had just made her come in the middle of the ocean. Admittedly, he liked that thought, he loved it how she looked satisfied - at least for the moment - and blissed out, and that more than made up for something like an open ending. Plenty of time tonight.

Carefully pulling back his hand, he wrapped both his arms securely around her waist again, still panting and swallowing down moans, and carefully lifted her off him, lifting her body higher against his, so he could put his clothing back where it belonged. And escape stimulation that wouldn't have made things easier right now.

The new position also had her beautiful cleavage on a very comfortable level, and he couldn't resist placing a few small kisses on her curves. But he pulled back quickly then, or this would never end. And they shouldn't play on their luck of not being seen much longer.

With a deep, shaky sigh, he leaned his head back to look up at her, with a smile slightly dizzy around the edges.

"You're unbelievable, you know."

The warm lapping of the salt water around them was just one more sensation that prolonged her orgasm until she lay boneless in Clint’s arms, her head on his shoulder and her breathing and heartbeat racing. She let him lift her, let him move her, let him do whatever he wanted with her with only minimal protesting when he took away her headrest.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders again, she was about to rest her head on top of his when he leaned back and looked up at her, a brilliant smile on his lips.

“If I were unbelievable I wouldn’t be the only one completely satisfied right now,” she said, running one hand up through his hair. Ducking her head, she kissed him tenderly, sucking softly on his lower lip before pulling back to meet his eyes again. “The offer’s still open if you want to test how long I can hold my breath...”

"Never unsatisfying with you, beautiful."

Clint shook his head in earnest before gladly leaning into her kiss, another of these small moans more close to a whimper vibrating between them when she kept on teasing him. And here he had been close to sending her back to the beach just a second ago, to cool his definitely too hot head with a good long swimming marathon.

"You know how to seduce me, red."

A shaky laugh on his lips, he rested his head against her chest. Which was definitely a silly idea, because now her soft curves, glistening from the water and the thin layer of oil on her skin, pressed against him again and he could impossible resist leaving a tender bite right there.

It wasn't like he couldn't cope with a few hormones too much or wait a few hours to do so... Working side by side with a woman you craved so much for years, and on more than one occasion with her dressed up sinfully sexy, you learned how to focus on the important things pretty fast.

But this wasn't a mission, the only guy she was dressing up for right now was him, the only person she trusted her body with was him, and maybe he needed to be less afraid to hurt her from time to time, when she so clearly wanted something.

Easily handling her body just with the strength of his arms, he carefully let her slide lower again, because clear thinking with her gorgeous breasts right before his eyes was definitely not an option. Unfortunately he had her lower body pressed against his now again and there was no way she would miss his still ongoing interest.

He kissed her again, with a nervous laugh, and eased up the hold of his arms around her enough to let her do whatever she felt like. He certainly wasn't in a mood to stop her right now. What came from his lips when he finally pulled back from hers, sounded suspiciously much more like an aroused encouragement.

She knew he meant it, and she knew that if she wanted to he would be satisfied to leave their encounter at that, and it was partly because of that selflessness that made her want to give him that last little push over the edge.

“It’s not that difficult,” she teased, though it wasn’t far from the truth. It didn’t take much to get his blood pumping, even after all these years, and he was definitely in a bad way right now, she could hear it in his very breath.

Laughing lightly when he couldn’t resist burying his face in her chest and giving her a little nip, she rested her hands back on his shoulders when he lowered her down his body until the proof of what she already knew pressed hard against her belly. She wasn’t sure what to make of his nervous laughter so she just kissed him slowly for a moment, trying to set him at ease. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered against his lips, pulling back to give him a wicked smile before taking a deep breath and ducking under the water.

Wasting no time, she pulled at the band of his shorts again to release his straining cock. Working him expertly with her hand near the base, she pressed her lips to his very tip before carefully taking the head into her mouth, her tongue gliding over her, tasting salt.

"That's because I'm crazy for you, red."

In spite of the rough, slightly distracted nature of his voice, Clint's answer to her teasing was completely sincere. Nothing but the truth here and before Natasha pulled back to make her promise come true, he was already close to getting lost in just her kiss again. Whether it was the amount of leisure time or the conversations they had had in the last days... It felt like they had never been closer. If he was to just hold Natasha in his arms for the rest of his days, he would die a happy man.

That didn't mean he was any less hot for her, though. With her mischievous grin pretty much the rest of blood in his body went straight downwards. Yep, she would be killing him again, and he would gladly submit.

There was no way people would miss what was going on between them by now, he thought, when Natasha suddenly vanished before he even felt remotely ready... But when his eyes nervously darted to the beach again, the guys there were still busy sunbathing and playing with their kids.

And then he forgot about audience and momentarily even of Natasha's health issues completely, because fuck, she was really pulling through with this. It was the second time within a few minutes, his legs nearly gave in. Natasha's skillful mouth was always a deadly to his overactive libido, but today, in this crazy environment... He couldn't think of a matching analogy. It was all kinds of hot, thousands of flashes going straight to his groin, carried on skin already sensitive from the salt water when it was worked so expertly.

That there was no way to direct her movements in any way underwater - not that he succumbed to that temptation often anyway - just made it more intensive. His nerve endings felt raw and open for every bit of stimulation she was giving him. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, without any pressure, only searching for support, contact, while he steadied his body against the tide with the other arm. They were close enough to one of the buoys now, he found relieved, which didn't only provide a rope to hold on to when Natasha's administrations would shake him even more. It also gave casual watchers a good excuse of him just trying to catch his breath out here.

Which wasn't exactly untrue.

He was kind of relieved, she wouldn't hear him that well underwater, because the sounds from his lips had gone from quiet moans to shameless groans of pleasure and her name thrown into it more than once. But she had to feel the hot pulse in his hardness from how fucking close he really was, his steadily working thigh muscles trembling where she touched him... And God, he really hoped she wasn't putting on too much strain on herself for him, because right now he was definitely too caught up to check on that.

She could feel him getting close; could feel the tension under her fingers, the throbbing against her lips, but it wasn’t quite enough and she was running out of air. Of course she could stop, she could resurface and finish with her hand, but she had been so boastful that now she was determined to get him off in one breath, not that he would complain if she didn’t. When it came to her, and especially to their sex life, Clint rarely complained.

Stroking him faster, this time when she drew her lips back along his length she let her teeth scrap along him as well.

Clint wasn't exactly sure when in these fucking intense last seconds he had moved them a few inches backwards to that one buoy, to hold on to the strong, thick rope underwater and take some strain off his legs. But it was definitely entirely to blame on Natasha's skills.

His skin all but glowed from the sun burning down on them and the arousal humming through his cells. Salt water slightly blurred his sight until he allowed himself to close his eyes, hoping that they would be lucky with their audience for a few minutes longer. It was only a moment later that Natasha decided to up her game even more, the most delicious of adrenaline running through his veins, from already oversensitive spots coming in contact with the careful, teasing graze of her teeth...

And finally all that tension from that whole teasing all day sprang free, a heat wave spreading from his lower back, a hard shudder down his legs that she would hopefully feel enough to know the silent warning, and he just surrendered. He found himself half leaning against that rope, with his head leaned back against the water surface as if just to enjoy the sun on his face while he groaned out his orgasm as quietly as possible. God, that woman was definitely crazy...

She felt his body tense, that familiar shudder running through him, and quickly removed her lips from around him before he came. Keeping her hand around him, she continued to stroke his shaft through his release at a much more leisurely pace, her other hand grabbing his arm as her head broke the surface.

Taking in some much needed breath, her own heart pounding from the exertion, she wiped the water from her eyes and slicked her hair back from her face with one hand and took a look around them before grinning triumphantly at Clint.

“Okay, now you can call me unbelievable,” she said with a smirk.

"I don't think that word quite covers", Clint finally managed to say when he wasn't seeing stars anymore.

With the arm not propped on that underwater rope behind them, he pulled Natasha close again to bury his face against her neck and keep them both afloat, give her a moment to recover. She looked like she needed it, and for a moment his conscience wanted to complain for letting her strain herself like that... Then he remembered, he was supposed to not worry that much about her and swallowed whatever he had been about to say.

Instead he let her know with soft, small kisses, still interrupted by heavy, fast breathing, how much he had enjoyed that and that he never took it for granted, how much she was giving herself to him.

A quick glance back to the beach and the people enjoying their quiet, peaceful afternoon there had him chuckle and shake his head half amused, half resigned.

"Guess I kind of bombed your relaxed afternoon at the beach."

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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