While Ford plotted away on their next move to finally capturing his prize, Fidds and Stan were finally given some alone time together to go enjoy the beach.
It was nearing midnight and no one was out at this time to witness Fidds curled against Stan, toes buried slightly in the sand and tide swiping their intertwined feet clean every time every time it washed in.
Fidds tried pointing the star constellations out to Stan but he didn't seem too interested as he continued to nip and nibble at Fidds's neck, the hitched giggles tingling against his teeth as he moved up his lover's long neck, pulling him tighter with each nip. He was merely a predator who hadn't had his meal in a very long time and he wasn't going to lose his prey now.
Fidds hissed through his teeth trying to maintain a smile but the pain was evident. Stan let up on the pressure he was putting on his burned skin and gently began kissing it in hopes of making his boyfriend feel better about it.
This was how Stan had wanted to spend this trip, not worrying about losing him but enjoying his time with this man who made him feel alive. A light breeze tickling against their burned flesh, helping relax them both, Fidds unwinding under him not protesting as Stan began popping buttons from his shirt. He sunk his teeth a little deeper then he usually did into that long neck, drawing a small amount of blood from his neck making Fidds hiss and gently push against Stan giggling.
"I don't think this is the time, Stanly," he chuckled kissing his boyfriend on the nose, "We made a promise to Stanford to be up bright and early to help him with his monster hunt and I don't think we should be tired in the morning."
"Come on, Fidds," Stan whispered into his ear biting at his earlobe making a shudder travel through Fidds that made Stan smile, "It's just you and me out here, in this romantic atmosphere, a once in a life time opportunity to do somethin' questionable without a chance at jail time…"
He ran his tongue across the blood already drying, a loud snort flying from Fidds's lips. Maybe they would have gone further, maybe they would have just gone back to the hotel and gone to bed curled against each other ignoring Ford's presence. It's hard to exactly say what would have happened if the one word Fidds gasped out hadn't made Stan snap out in anger.
"Stanford!"
It was a simple mistake on Fidds's part, a mistake he regretted as soon as he said it. Ford being displeased at their tardiness when they had promised to only be gone an hour when they left at six that evening was at the edge of his mind and maybe he planned on saying something along the lines of 'Stanford will be mad' but the rest had gotten lost in his sea of giggles. Seeing the anger burning behind his eyes and hearing his teeth ground behind his lips as he glared down at him almost scared Fidds.
Stan felt as if all his fears were finally coming true and he knew he needed to distance himself from this man before he blew up on him here and now. He shot to his feet and marched away from Fidds who didn't try to rise off the ground, lying there silently watching Stan march back towards the parking lot far away from him.
Stan didn't turn back, he tromped back to the car and began smoking, drinking the wine that he had bought to be romantic. His mind turning over every mistake he had made to make beautiful souls like Carla McCorkle and Fiddleford McGucket turn away from him the way they did.
Fidds stayed where he was on the beach, face buried into his knees and fingers laced through his hair chocking on his sobs hating how stupid he was to say that to Stan who deserved so much better then him as the waves gently rolled on and off his bare feet