Summer vacation in Malibu
I do not own any part of the film 'Wild Child' directed by Nick Moore and the following sequence is entirely imaginary.
Poppy's POV
It was so good to be home – God, I'd missed the sun. I sighed happily.
"Poppy?" I opened my eyes to see gorgeous Freddie looking down at me and offering me my mobile. "Who's Ruby?"
"Oh, no one," I said dismissively, ignoring the call. I glanced at my friends floating in the pool either side of me on lilos. I smiled widely at them, glancing at Drippy. "Just some horridious cow I used to know." We all laughed as I passed the phone back to Freddie who stuck it back on the poolside. I sat up on my lilo. "Anyone fancy a dip?" I slid into the pool, ducking my head under the water. "Come on guys!" I splashed them all, resulting in shrieking. I boldly swam under Kate's lilo – knowing I'd get hell for this – and overturned it.
Kate surfaced spluttering a few seconds later. "Bloody hell Poppy!" She wildly pushed her sopping hair out of her face. "Don't do that!" she exclaimed lunging at me through the water. I laughed merrily and pulled myself out of the pool. I skipped out of the way as she grabbed for me from the water, ducking behind Freddie.
"No fair Poppy!" Kate exclaimed, crossing her arms and pouting. "Hiding behind your boyfriend is against the rules."
"You know she's right Poppy. You gotta play fair if you're going to win the game," Freddie said, rolling over to look at me. I shrugged, smiling.
"Ah," I leaned into him conspiratorially. "But cheaters always prosper!"
"If that's the case..." Freddie lurched to his feet, grabbed me and threw me back into the pool.
I came up coughing, flailing very inelegantly. "That was not very English Freddie Kingsley." I pouted, starting to swim to the edge once again, only to be ducked viciously by Kate.
"Now we're even," Kate said with a grin as we climbed out of the pool. I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes.
"So bloody English," I teased, tossing her a towel.
Kate gathered up the remainder of her things and swept off into the house, following the other girls. I pulled my towel tighter over my shoulders, shaking the water from my hair. I felt strong arms wrap around me and felt Freddie's breath on my neck. I crossed my arms, determined to be stubborn. He pressed a gentle kiss to my skin just below my ear, making me shiver involuntarily, and pulled my back tight against his front.
"Nope," I said weakly. "You threw me to the wolves. And I don't think I've forgiven you yet."
"Wolf," Freddie muttered, "not wolves. 'Wolves' is plural. Aww, come on trouble – you know you forgive me."
I twisted in his arms to face him, settling my fingers into the hair which curled at the top of his neck. I smiled coyly, fluttering my lashes. "Make me."
Freddie's grin was positively wolfish as he leaned down to kiss me passionately, running his tongue around the outside of my lips. I sighed, parting my lips to allow him access into my mouth. Deciding to take the initiative, I teased my tongue along the line of his teeth. I allowed my fingers to trace patterns down his bare back and over his chest. Freddie pulled my tighter against him, squashing my chest into his. His fingers tickled my sides softly, making me gasp into his mouth; he began to run one finger around the outside of my belly button. I couldn't help but shiver, vainly trying to mould myself closer to his body. "Freddie," I breathed, trailing soft, chaste kisses over his jaw.
"You, Miss Moore, will be the death of me," he groaned against my neck, nibbling on the skin of my collar bone. He bit it gently and then sucked the small bruise he had made there. Somewhere way, way, back in my mind I registered that his mark was going to be hard to cover but did I really care at that moment? Easy answer, no. My hands began to trail over the waistband of his swim shorts as I dragged his mouth back up to mine. His fingers still played insistently across her stomach, venturing tentatively alone the very bottom of my rib cage. I gasped in anticipation, sinking into his warm figure even more.
He looked at me with pleading, lustful eyes. I smiled and nodded at him, laying my hand over one of his; I then led it cautiously upwards, settling it on my breast. I moaned softly at the contact, whining his name. Freddie groaned as full breast fit perfectly into his hand, squeezing it gently. My legs felt like they had no strength as his hand wandered over my chest, pausing to catch my nipple with his thumb and fore finger through my bikini top. I kissed him again, hands slipping slowly lower and lower until –
"Poppy!" Freddie and I leapt apart, ruffled, mussed and totally aroused. I turned around slowly, biting my lip nervously. When I saw it was only Drippy leaning out one of the second story windows holding a box in each hand. "Which eyebrow tint is darker? Sorry, Kate said I shouldn't interrupt, but I'm desperate!"
Freddie stepped up beside me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. He looked at me seriously. "Am I going to kill her or would you like that privilege?"
I sighed. "I don't think murder is quite the way to go – maybe just extreme pain." Freddie shrugged.
"Your call."
"I suppose I'd better go sort out her eyebrow tint then," I muttered, stretching up and pecking him on the lips. "I think black ought to suit her." Freddie laughed at my evil expression as we sidled into the house.
