As they approached the beach, Cath scanned the coast for any sign of her sister and roommate. She hardly broke a sweat as her eyes fell immediately on the back of a slender figure of a girl perched on a stool by the bar. With her body against Cath, she could see that Wren's hair was looking pretty as ever—and was getting longer too, but it still suited her nevertheless. Cath, on the other hand, still hadn't trimmed hers in a while, having it drape from her shoulders, flowing a long way down to her back whenever she felt like letting it loose. She wondered how Wren's hairstyle would've looked if it were on her, but there wasn't much wonder in thinking of it anymore since both were practically a carbon copy of each other. The only question was who carried it better—although there's actually not much wonder in that, either.
Right now, however, she wore it high up in a messy bun. She liked the way Levi's hand would creep up randomly and brush her neck when he fiddled with the loose strands; it was amusing how she pondered upon the number of nerve endings that might be present there as a reaction to his slight touch. Plus, he told her it suited her very well.
Still standing from a distance, Cath cocked her head to the right to get a better view of Wren's companions. Beside her sat Reagan, legs crossed, balancing another cigarette between two fingers and grasping her beer on the counter with the other. Wren was just enjoying a smoothie, thankfully, sparing her twin from trouble. They both seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with the bartender, which surprised Cath, for her roommate and sister were actually getting along. So she decided to leave them be. Instead, she wove her fingers into Levi's and pulled him towards the sea.
"Now that's the spirit!" he cheered as she paced, hand in hand with him, for the water.
Before her feet could touch the wet, he caught her by the waist and scooped her from behind. He spun her around and flung her into the sea unexpectedly. She had little-to-no time to flail, so she squeaked and squawked in glee instead.
If Levi thought he was so decisive, though, Cath proved him wrong. As he threw her in one big sweeping motion, she managed to remain clinging onto his arm, hauling him in with her before he could set up any guard. They tripped and tumbled upon each other, a wet tangle in the public beach.
"Seems we've gotten ourselves an audience," Levi smirked as he gazed down at Cath, the lengthy part of his hair dripping all over her face. Though they kept their eyes on each other, they could sense numerous eyes glued in their direction. They were still in shallow water, just enough for him to pin her down with his elbows on each side, his breath wrapping around her face as he spoke. She, on the other hand, had her hands laid flat and firm on his chest, as if ready to push him off in an instant. But she didn't.
"Get off," she whispered sheepishly, her face slowly blooming into ripening tomato, "don't let Reagan see us."
He laughed and left a gentle peck on the tip of her nose instead, complying with the demand.
She propped herself up while nursing a blend of frustration and relief from Levi detaching himself. If under any other circumstances—excluding those which involved Reagan or pretty much the public—she would've held him close until they could possibly merge into one being, until she withered and crumbled in his embrace.
She swept her head to the side, a few drenched clusters of hair that hung whipping in that direction, as she watched for Reagan's or Wren's eyes. Other than some nearby strangers, no one else had seen their scene.
"Hey," Levi tugged gently on a strand.
"Hmm?" she turned to catch his eyes, though failed to steady them with her own to prevent from wandering to her flushed cheeks.
He had a bright grin plastered on his angelic face when he saw her, dear God. "What do you say about getting out of the spotlight?"
"Definitely," she replied with finality.
….
It seemed that fleeting instance had sparked a wanting inside each of them, which landed them on the mild side of rabid as they craved more for each other. If physical and emotional and spiritual contact could possibly clash, it would more or less be an accurate description of what they were itching for at the moment. After jogging and chasing and teasing and laughter all the way from the beach back to the hotel, they came fumbling through the door and flopping onto Levi's perfectly neat bed.
Cath ran her fingers all through his damp hair frantically and Levi clung on to her waist as if he was clutching for dear life. They were introduced to kiss upon kiss upon kiss, scrambling against each other, feet shuffling awkwardly as they made their way to the mattress. They've already done it before, but this frenzied passion was all so new to Cath that it almost literally made her swoon. Not that she didn't like it, though; she just wouldn't get to savour every decline and slope and curve of his perfectly structured face as she was accustomed to.
It worked either way. Their soaked clothes fell in a heap by the bedside, and the sheets beneath her danced; her stomach made her feel as if she was on a roller coaster that was about to dip from the apex of its tracks at every brush of his fingers on her skin, leaving her pretty much as a nervous wreck . And Levi didn't help tame the ecstasy at all. How could he, staring down at her so solely in that brilliant moment, chest heaving, with eyes so piercingly beautiful she could've been a nail being hammered down into place. Levi, looking more glorious than all her fictional crushes combined—which she never thought was possible, hence her preference to the fictional realm. But Levi was living, breathing (panting), tangible proof that good things existed in the real world; that wonders aren't only conceivable in the imagination.
They were kissing again, and their hands traced each other like fingers would trail upon a splayed out map; with as much devotion and subtlety—well, cutting down a bit on the latter. Just as that roller coaster was about to lunge and release a startling rush of built up adrenaline, a voice booms throughout the room. They seize the sheets in merely an eye's blink.
"Oh fuck," said the figure by the doorway, "you've got to be kidding me."