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Summary: There's just no arguing with women.
Warning: May contain randomness, prev-ness, stupidity, swearing etc etc... All in good fun.
String Bikinis 3
Entering the hotel, the lounge adjoining the men's bedrooms was small but well furnished with a pleasant prospect of the front beach from its single window.
Yzak was just settling himself in as the rest of his friends, when the ringing of his smartphone drew his attention. Pulling the device from his pocket, he unlocked the screen and checked the message. It was from Flay, he realized, then frowned in confusion.
"Meet me behind the Ice Creamery ALONE. NOW!"
While everyone else took dibs on a couch and sat back as though glued to the cushions, Yzak's brows furrowed. Wonder what Flay wants.
Setting the phone aside, he met the guys' expectant gaze.
"Message from your mom?" Dearka guessed.
Not exactly, but Yzak regarded the situation speculatively for a moment, then gave a small nod, as though coming to a sudden decision. "Yeah... I should give her a call. I'll be out for a while."
The guys nodded, and before Yzak could listen to what they began talking about, he stepped out the room and closed the door behind him.
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And now outside, though he strove to withhold it, Yzak could feel his foul mood. He wasn't angry at Flay for calling him out. But for whatever reason, it had been clear, from her message, that this was going to be no friendly chat.
Of course, he was willing to give Flay the benefit of the doubt and wait and see what she actually wanted because she was far too good a friend. But seriously, if this was about her virtue again and what happened between them earlier, he'd rather go beat-up a boulder. Not that anybody could blame him.
For the last time— Was it his fault her bikini strap snapped off? No! Was it his fault that she rammed into him on her attempt to retreat? No! Was it his fault that she has a very fine pair of breasts? No! Christ, it was an accident! It's not like he fondled them! Did she REALLY had to slap him? No! Flay could argue and be upset with him all she wants, but he would simply tell her the truth this time. She must find out sooner or later that women can't always be right, and perhaps sooner would be better. His decision made, he walked briskly toward the meeting place.
The beach at back of the ice-cream shop was dark and secluded, but when Yzak walked closer to the beach, the moonlight reined to reveal Flay stood facing the sea, arms folded against her chest, and her thick, red hair disarrayed by blasts of cold wind.
Next, Yzak approached her and called out impatiently. "Okay, I'm here. So what's this about?"
This caught Flay's attention and she turned around. Then rather than look grateful that he actually showed up, the girl pursed her lips in an expression that looked peeved. Yzak barely had time to assume what the deal was before Flay strode toward him, and shoved him on the chest. Confusion hit Yzak like a wall. What did he do wrong now!?
"You!" She started. To Yzak's surprise, he actually took a step back. "You insensitive, womanizing, perverted jerk! And just after you touched me! Do you like her!? Are you two secretly going out!?"
Still struggling to understand why she was so angry at him, Yzak stared at Flay open mouthed, uncharacteristically, at a loss for words.
"Well?" She prompted, her voice still angry. "Answer me! Are you or are you not dating Cagalli?"
"What? Of course not!" Yzak broke in.
"You made out with her!"
"It was a joke! I wanted to piss off Athrun!" Why was he even justifying himself?
"How could you be so insensitive to my situation!"
"Wait, what?"
"You- you touched my body and saw me naked! And you're acting like its no big deal!"
"Gad, for the last time that wasn't my— hey, hey, don't cry! Why are you crying!?" He asked in sudden concern.
"I'll never get married now!" Flay sobbed aloud. "I've been defiled! No one would want me anymore!"
"What on earth are you even talking about!? You're beautiful and smart! Anyone would be lucky to have you!"
"You don't believe that!" She argued.
"Yes, I do!"
"If that's the case then—" Flay seized this perfect opening. Though a trace of tear showed in her eyes, she grinned engagingly. Then without warning, she grabbed his shirt, pulled his mouth down, and kissed him. For an infinitesimal moment, Yzak froze. He had no idea what to do with himself. Then after a long, ecstatic moment out of time, Flay reluctantly drew back.
She gazed up at him, her rosy, swollen lips parted, her eyes serious. "We're dating now. So don't you dare go flirting with anyone else, got it?"
Yzak stared at her dumbly, breathlessly, dazedly. "Yes, ma'am."
**End? 11/11/2014