Author's Note: I was in a Duncney mood, so here we go! Enjoy the one shot, and please review! I thrive on feedback!
She supposed it was the teal eyes that did it.
That icy, haunting blue that seemed to burn a hole through her soul.
Those eyes that made their way up and down her body, taking in the gray swimsuit that left it all to the imagination.
"Damn, Princess," he had said, finally looking at her face.
"Excuse me, pervert, but go away."
"It's a shame," he breathed, green hair brushing her exposed shoulders.
"What?" she asked irritably, pushing him away roughly.
"Can't you dress like one of those sluts?" he responded, nodding to the bikini clad girls strutting around the boardwalk, chests puffed out.
"I don't know who you think you are-"
"Duncan," he supplied.
"Ogre, but you literally invaded my beach time. I don't know you. So before telling me to dress like a skank, I suggest you-"
"Oh, chill Princess."
"Would you stop calling me that?" she snapped, picking up her towel bag and walking away.
"Princess-"
"Courtney."
"Wait."
He caught up to her, taking her bag from her hands.
"Will you-" she struggled, grabbing it back.
"Just-"
"Off," she said sternly, for his hands had traveled from the bag to her waist.
He obliged, not before lingering gently on the way back up.
"You filthy criminal," she hissed. "Stop touching me."
She surveyed him, from his neon green Mohawk to his multiple piercings. Finally, teal eyes met onyx, and he grinned shiftily at her.
"I wouldn't suppose you'd share a bottle with me on the beach?" he said nonchalantly.
She looked down. "I told you to get lost."
He walked away, flashing her a quick smile and giving her a last taste of those deep teal eyes before turning the corner of the boardwalk and disappearing from her view.
The next time she sees him is in the little beachfront jewelry store. She's searching the earrings, holding them up to her caramel colored hair. A turquoise sparkle appears in her peripheral vision, but it's no gemstone.
"I thought we were clear. Go away," she muttered, engrossed in the earring selection.
"But Princess," he enunciated, "I've been needing a new piercing. And the sign on the door says they do it."
"God Duncan," she moaned. "This is a classy store. They don't pierce criminals."
"Plus I saw you in the window."
An uncomfortable feeling bubbled up in her chest. "Go get your piercings and tattoos somewhere else."
"Oh, so you're into tattoos? I saw a place down the boardwalk, how about little hearts?"
"I'm not defacing my body, ogre."
"Relax, it's henna. It'll be off in a week. Unless you want permanent, in which case I know an excellent guy-"
"Goodbye, Neanderthal."
He cast a glance over his shoulder before the bell signaled the door shutting. "So Princess, how about that bottle?"
"I said goodbye," she snapped.
Once again, he disappeared from view.
After paying for her new teal earrings, she walked back onto the boardwalk. Seconds later, a fat droplet splashed against her cheek. Within a minute, the rain was too thick to see through. "Shit!" she screamed, not caring who heard. She continued, hunched over, half running as the drops stung her face.
As she was running, a flash of teal in the arcade window caught her eye. Without thinking about it, she screeched to a halt, wildly looking around for the source of the teal.
There it was. A blue teddy bear, that she could own for a measly 500 tickets.
How disappointing.
Scratch that, what a relief.
As she stood immobile in the middle of the boardwalk, the deep voice she'd grown accustomed to over the course of the day flowed from the corner.
"Looking for something?"
There he was, leaning against the building, watching her. His mohawk plastered to his face, his shirt soggy and wrinkled.
"Ogre... what are you, stalking me?"
"Princess, look at me." She stared at him, and unable to help himself, he crashed his lips against hers. When he put his arms around her neck and picked her up, she didn't resist. Instead, she melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth against the cold rain.
She dropped his gaze a second after seeing the intensity of those eyes. "Look, can we just have that bottle?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
He took her hand and pulled her into the beach, up against the frothing waves.
Pulling her down, he grabbed the bottle of red wine from his bag.
"Duncan...We're underage... It's pouring rain..." she said helplessly.
"Oh, I thought you could handle a little drizzle. And what did you think I meant a bottle of, Mountain Dew?" He chuckled, and she glared back at him.
"Give it here." She took a hugs swig, and he slipped his arm around her waist.
"God, I just wanted to get a tan," she said to herself.
Duncan smirked. "Well, you got me."
"Yeah, for today."
"Why let it end today?"
And with his fingers pressing against her and those eyes that made her feel bare and alive and naked and loved all at once, she thought that not letting it end was a rather welcome one.
Author's Note: This is the first chapter in a series of AU Duncney one shots. I hope you enjoyed, and I would love reviews and feedback that you may have for me. have a nice day!