sweetsalome | [fic] Bobby and the Beach

Author's Note: This takes place after THIS. The bobby I am abusing is,

isalsogreat, and I have permission so there!

    She heard the bike before she actually saw the bike, so she was already out the door when the engine finally stopped. A bag over her shoulder, she ran down the side walk, flip flops slapping on the hot cement. He was just pulling off his helmet when she launched herself at him, it was only from years of training that he managed to catch her and not drop the helmet.

   "Hiya, Kid. Happy to see me?" He grinned down at her, giving the blond a hug before setting her down on her feet.

   "You better believe it, Iceman! Let's blow this pop stand!"

Laughing, he shook his head and helped her with the helmet that she still grumbled about. He informed her very simply that she could walk if she didn't want to wear it. She argued that it would mess up her hair and he wouldn't crash anyway. In the end she did wear the helmet but kept making faces at him the whole time he was adjusting the chin strap.

   "You'll thank me when you aren't smeared all over the pavement." Bobby spoke but Salome just rolled her eyes.

He helped her up on to the bike before getting on himself, and as she wrapped her arms around his middle he started up the engine. Pressing her cheek against his shoulders, she smiled and tightened her grip when he pulled away from the curb. She always liked riding with him, the air on her face felt good, despite the fact that the head was intense today. Even moving slowly through traffic, the breeze was a welcome relief.

They got to the beach soon enough, and once they were free of their helmets, Salome grabbed his hand and started to tug him toward the sand. She was anxious to get free of her clothing and into the water that would be so much cooler then the air around them.

   "It's not going anywhere, you know." He stumbled over the sand, squeezing the hand that she had given him.

   "You never know, it could go away!" Salome explained between giggles, letting go of his hand only to put down the blanket and drop her bag down on the ground. It didn't take long for her to wiggle out of her shorts and top, and wait anxiously for Bobby to take off his shoes and shirt.

   "Turn around," he instructed. Her eyebrows shot up and she put her hands on her hips. "Are you serious?" She countered and he nodded, trying to keep his mouth in a straight line.

   "I'm shy! I can't let you see me get undressed!"

With a very labored sigh she turned around so Bobby could take off his shirt in peace. Of course that didn't stop her from whistling loudly when he did so, attracting the attention of various families around them. Clutching the shirt to his chest, his cheeks turned pink, "Not funny, kid."

   "Oh yeah, Baby, show me some skin." Giggling she stuck her tongue out at him and dashed for the water.

   "Why you little . . ." With that, he ran after her, and caught her before she reached the water despite the head start. Throwing her over his shoulder he walked deep into the water, Salome kicking and protesting the whole entire time. When he got far enough out, he picked her up and threw her out into the waves.

Coming up for air, she sputtered and brushed water from her eyes as she stared at Bobby, who was now laughing at her expression. This was, of course war.

Well maybe not war, especially with someone so small going up against someone so strong. She would try and tackle him, and he would pick her up and throw her into the oncoming waves. Salome thought it was the best thing ever. Of course she didn't tell him that, there were a lot of complaining and fake whining from her as he easily held her at arms length.

In the end he was kind enough to let her dunk him under the waters, which, in her mind meant that she won.

That was the argument for the next twenty minutes as they laid out in the sun, drinking water and drying themselves off. Bobby insisted that just because she got one good shot in, didn't mean jack, but she argued that she was fighting with a handicap. He grumbled under his breath about that, as she threw her arms up in victory. Reaching over, he pushed her over, and laughed as she toppled into the sand.

The rest of the day was spent going back and forth from the water to the towels. About mid-day, they were accidentally dragged into a volleyball game that was taking place near them. Salome was pretty horrible at it, but served as a good cheerleader and so was tolerated. Bobby on the other hand was better then any of the other players there, which really evened out the fact that Salome was rotten.

After the game was over, and everyone said good bye, the two went back to their towels and sat down for a breather. They didn't speak, just relaxed against the heated fabric as the cool air from the ocean cooled the sweat from their skin. Just as Bobby was about to doze off, he felt eyes on him and so turned his head to blink at the blond next to him.

   "Yes?" He questioned groggily, holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun.

   "I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."

He groaned and shook his head, rolling on to his side, he was too tired to eat anything. Little did he know (or maybe he just forgot) that turning ones back on Salome, really did nothing to discourage her. Grumbling she started to shake his shoulder, and that earned her a grunt and a half hearted attempt to get her to stop. When that failed she put her whole body into it, pushing against his back with hers and pushing that way.

After a few moments she quickly realized that it was like pushing at a brick wall, and when he lowered his body temperature, she realized it was like pushing a freezing brick wall. Shrieking, she pulled away and wrinkled her nose at him.

   "No fair, Iceman, that's cheating! Get up and lets get lunch, you'll feel better."

She was probably right, and after a few minutes, he rolled on to his back and gave a great sigh. "Fine, fine, but you have to help me up, I'm an old man, remember?"

With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed Bobby's hand and hauled him to his feet. They packed their stuff up and walked back to the bike, tying everything down. They drove a few blocks down the street to a road side cafe that advertised the best fish tacos around. While Salome wasn't sure if they were the BEST fish tacos around, she was starving and they tasted really, really good. For someone so small and skinny, she did eat, A LOT. Something Bobby pointed out to her during her third or fourth taco.

Apparently she couldn't win with anyone when it came to eating.

The tacos hit the spot, and under the shade of the large umbrella table they sat at, both of them relaxed and chatted a little bit. When she could feel her own eyelids become heavy with the need to sleep she asked Bobby if he could take her home.

The ride back to Mortie's apartment was silent and despite trying, Salome dozed off once or twice before they reached the building. Off the bike, she handed the helmet back to Bobby and the two of them shared a long hug. He rubbed her back gently and whispered in her ear that if she ever needed anything, to let him know. She nodded, but tried not to think about it, the whole day had been spent as if she was just a normal person, and that's what she wanted. No reminder that she was going through shit, or that this whole thing might end badly.

Pulling back, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back up the side walk to the apartment. Taking her flip flops off outside the door, she quietly unpacked the towels and shook them out so she didn't track sand into the apartment. All of her got a good shaking off, making sure she wasn't dripping or bringing in anything that might upset Mortie.

The air conditioning felt good on her sun warmed skin and she shivered a little bit, calling out for the dark haired man, she was greeted with silence. He was probably out, with Lauren. Shrugging to herself she stripped in the bathroom, washing out her bathing suit out and carefully hanging it up. Still naked, she ran to Mortie's room and grabbed a sweater, giggling like a moron the whole time, because running naked is fun!

Grabbing her book she walked back out to the living room and laid down on the floor in a pool of sunlight coming in from the window. Curled up like a cat she slowly flipped through her book, looking at all the beautiful pictures of art that one day she hoped to see in real life. Half way through her flipping she lost the battle to keep her eyes open. Head on her arm she fell into a deep sleep, her feet slowly rubbing against the warm carpet.

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