[fic] Bobby and the Beach
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sweetsalomeAuthor'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.
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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Date: 2008-06-08 05:05 am (UTC)He let the shirt drop to the floor, something he'd never do ordinarily. Then he turned and sat on the bed, his back to her, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "We didn't just get drunk the other night..."
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:16 am (UTC)For a moment she thought about crying, she might do that, but big girls didn't cry. The sinking feeling continued to grow in her stomach, she thought she was special to him. That had been wrong though, she wasn't good enough to just be his. She wasn't good enough to just be anyones, she should have learned that early on. Maybe, maybe one day she would be good, maybe she would be able to make him really happy. She just wasn't good enough.
Reaching out, she touched his back, stroking the reddened skin. Placing gentle kisses on the flesh as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to not be upset. "Would you . . . you like me to put something on them? They look a little red." Her voice was soft and it wavered more then she would have liked.
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:22 am (UTC)It took him a while before he trusted himself to speak. Then he shook his head and answered quietly, softly. "No."
Mortie turned around to face her, look at her...accept whatever she threw at him for his behavior. He knew it was weakness on his part. And selfishness. He need for physical comfort and the fact that he turned to Lauren for it. Worse, he knows if it hadn't been his friend, it would have been one of the girls in the morgue. He doesn't know how to tell her any of this so he just sits and looks at her.
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:33 am (UTC)Moving closer she touched his cheek, and then his forehead, brushing dark hair away from his face. "It's okay, Mortie, it's going to be alright." Leaning up, she kissed his temple, and then the tip of his nose, down to his mouth. "You are a good man, you need someone who will give you what you need, what you deserve."
Pulling back, she fixed the smile a bit more properly to her face, and went back to stroke his hair. Looking at him, she knew she had to be better, something he would want, who he could be proud of. She could make him happy, she would do anything to do that, even if it hurt to do it.
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:44 am (UTC)"I love you. I need you. You..."
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:55 am (UTC)"You didn't..." How could he even begin to explain to her? He turned his head and pressed hot kisses against her chest, her collarbone, her neck. "You are good enough. Too good. So good." He kept kissing her, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could pres his lips to her skin.
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:59 am (UTC)"I love you, Mortie. I'll do anything for you." Bowing her head, she finally caught his mouth in a hard kiss. Fingers grabbed at his shoulders, holding on to him as she pressed her body up against his. His lips were bruised and swollen from their earlier kisses, and she groaned against them.
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Date: 2008-06-10 07:46 am (UTC)Her face and neck, he nibbled, nuzzled and sucked at. He kissed her bare arms, her chest through her tshirt...he wanted her to see that he wanted her, loved her. Accepted her.
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:26 pm (UTC)Fingers slid up over his chest, feeling his heat, the beating of his heart under her palms. He was warm, loving, and responsive, he was here with her, not with someone else, so maybe it would be okay, right?
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:34 pm (UTC)Morals and ethics be damned, at least for the time being. For tonight. His hands roamed over her body, caressing and grasping her as he pleased. Her responses were sweet and welcome, encouraging him to add more kisses and longer, more loving strokes of his hands.
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:38 pm (UTC)Bowing her head, she sought his lips with her mouth and kissed him deeply, pouring out all the passion and longing she had for him. Trying to make him understand how much she truly loved him, and wanted him to be happy.
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:43 pm (UTC)He was also afraid of reinforcing her belief that sex equated love. He loved her, he loved the act of loving her and the two went hand in hand for him most of the time but his feelings for her certainly went beyond the bedroom. Well beyond.
As she writhed against him he groaned again and finally rolled them over so that he was on top of her. He gave her another hard fast kiss then pulled away slightly, smiling at her. He cradled her head between his hands, looked down at her, into those eyes that fascinated him. "Are you sure about this...?"
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:50 pm (UTC)"Yes, Mortie-pie. I want this, I want you. I love you." Leaning up, she kissed his mouth ever so gently, a tiny little kiss, more like her lips brushing against his. Inhaling his breath, the scent of his skin and the faint cologne or after shave he wore. She never did figure out which it was.
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Date: 2008-06-10 03:10 pm (UTC)Standing up, he bent down to retrieve his shirt, fold it. Then he removed his jeans and socks, taking the time to put them all in the hamper. Her discarded shirt he placed on the night stand and then rejoined her in bed, wearing nothing more than his boxer shorts.
He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his arms, against his chest.
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Date: 2008-06-10 06:46 pm (UTC)As she fell against his chest she lent forward to kiss him slowly and gently, fingers traveling down the line of his jaw as she wrapped a leg around him. Her hips bumped against his, rubbing against him lightly as she savored the feeling of his heated skin against hers. She truly did miss this.
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Date: 2008-06-10 06:51 pm (UTC)Returning each of her kisses in kind, slow and easy, deep and long, hot and hard...Mortie found himself responding to more than just her lips. His hips rocked against hers and he groaned at her touch.
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Date: 2008-06-10 09:12 pm (UTC)While her lips pressed against his, and her tongue tangled with his, she reached down and lightly started to stroke him. A thumb brushing over his head, teasing him, hoping to get him worked up enough to take her.