A.N.

This sucked. I'll try harder next time.

Disclaimer: Do not own


Matt

We arrived at the island early in the morning. The sun was barely dusting the horizon but Mello had been up for over an hour, drinking coffee from the comfort of his seat on the plane, only settling down when the seatbelt sign flashed on the sign. It had been over three years since Mello had been to Misa's island and about a year for myself. I was here for a publicity shoot for some big boobed brunette reality star who was launching a perfume. Mello wasn't happy that I had to leave him behind but he had a contract with Anna and was scheduled to be in Stockholm for a show.

Misa had been hard at work renovating the island and it showed as we stepped off the plane. My parents eyes grew wider at the tropical paradise, white sand fluttered across the tarmac underfoot and the now much larger resort could be seen in the distance. They weren't used to such luxury, barely making a comfortable living in Ireland. I sent checks as often as I could once I started making money but before that it wasn't as often as I liked. The resort, I knew, was the only truly modern thing on the island. Sure the residents there had houses, but nothing as new as that.

"Still as hot as ever." Mello grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his leather pants. I knew from experience that he grew sweaty in there. Not his wisest choice to wear to a hot island, but whatever. My father hoisted suitcases into the car that was waiting for us, I stared at the glossy paint job, already missing my baby at home. Mello elbowed my side. "Stop drooling and get in the car."

With a huff I climbed into the car, twiddling my thumbs as we were driven towards the resort, my handhelds consoles stored inside the suitcases in the boot. Mello took the opportunity to talk with my mother, head resting in his palm as she talked, apparently all my embarrassing moments of childhood made for great story telling and the blush on my cheeks did nothing to stop her.

They continued to chatter until we pulled up outside the large building. While it had lost it's quaint charm it was still a pretty impressive place to be in front of.

"Goodness, this must be expensive…" My mother muttered under her breath.

"Not exactly. Our bridesmaid owns it. So she let us have it for a few days as a favour." Mello replied, hauling our bags from the boot of the car.

My mother nodded mutely, letting me escort her into the lobby, checking in with the overly enthusiastic receptionist. I handed her a key card and another to my father, letting the woman lead them to their rooms. Mello gave our bags to the bellboy waiting at the lift, giving him our room number before grabbing my hand and dragging me off towards the beach.

He stopped long enough to allow me to take my shoes off, walking over to the juice bar while I happily squidged the warm sand between my toes. He came back, holding a strawberry/kiwi smoothie for me, which I took a grateful sip of, holding the plastic cup between my hands.

"As good as you remember?" He asked.

I nodded, taking another sip as he walked me closer to the ocean. I sat on the slightly damp sand, letting it cling to my board shorts. I dug a small hole in the sand and slotted the drink into it, pushing the sand back around so the smoothie wouldn't topple in the gentle breeze.

Mello sat behind me, his finger tracing along my spine through the thin white t-shirt. "Take it off." He demanded.

I rolled my eyes. "Ginger Mello, I'll burn to a crisp."

"Take it off." He repeated.

I sighed and pulled my shirt off over my head, dropping it to the sand. Mello rose an eyebrow, licking his lips for a moment.

"And the rest." He commanded.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Why? I. Will. Lobster."

"Skinny dipping of course." Mello grinned, already wriggling out of his leather pants.

"You know my parents are here!"

"All part of the thrill." He smirked, pulling his shirt off, walking, butt naked, into the ocean.


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