It was two weeks before she saw him again. Like before she caught sight of a stranger on the beach one night. He was standing barefoot at the water's edge, just out of reach of the waves with his hands in his pockets. She watched him from a distance for a while, hoping but not positive that it was the same boy.
Finally, after a long time she heard a low chuckle, "I know you're there." It was the first full sentence she'd ever heard him speak. Smiling she walked up and stood beside him, looking out at the dark water. "You're back" she murmured.
He didn't reply, he just shrugged. Feeling oddly nervous she slipped her hands in her own pockets and stared out at the waves, wondering if she should say anything about their last meeting on the beach. After a few minutes she finally allowed herself to glance over at him.
He was staring at the sand between his feet, an anguished look on his face, his white teeth digging into his bottom lip. Softly she asked him what was wrong but he didn't answer, he just shook his head, knocking his hood off in the process to reveal his short brown hair, a little longer than the last time she'd seen him.
She didn't press him. She just stood by his side, hoping that maybe, somehow, her presence there would be of some help to him. Slowly his posture relaxed and he turned towards her with a small apologetic smile on his face. She smiled back, staring into his unreadable eyes.
This time he made the first move. After a few moments of standing there in silence he moved suddenly, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to him. She raised an eyebrow at him and moved closer, running a hand up his arm and resting it on his strong shoulder.
He smirked down at here, all traces of the earlier mood gone as he let go of her waist and cupped her face in both hands, the starlight reflected in his blue eyes. She winked and stood on her tiptoes, touching her lips to his. He didn't react and first and she worried that she'd made the wrong move. She started to pull back but his hands were holding her face too tightly so she couldn't move. Smiling slightly he finally kissed her back, his lips rough against hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her body against his, feeling the warmth from his kiss travel throughout her whole body. He pulled away reluctantly and held her close, resting his forehead against hers.
"Britlea…" He said quietly, the sound of his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't answer, just smiled shyly at him, blushing a little bit.
He chuckled and tilted her chin up again, kissing her softly. She sighed and pulled his hips to hers, staring at his face and wanting him closer even though they were almost as close as they could possibly be.
This night, unlike the last time, the moon was hidden. The only light was from the beacon of a lighthouse that enabled her to just barely be able to make out his facial features, something she hadn't exactly examined last time. The boy had a strong jaw, sad eyes and straight white teeth hidden behind thin lips. She began to wonder what it was that pained him so but before she could ask his hands slipped under her thin t-shirt, running up her back and causing her to have goose bumps.
Like last time it took a little while before the faraway look left his eyes and was replaced by the passion that she remembered so clearly. As she watched his eyes change the same burning desire that she could tell was consuming him began to spread throughout her body. Her breasts ached for his touch and she could feel that she was on the verge of soaking her panties.
The feeling confused her, she didn't even know this man, yet he made her feel like no one ever had before simply by being close to her. She could not dwell on the thought though as his hands were struggling with her bra strap. With a smirk she pulled her shirt off and turned around to make his life easier. He chuckled and slipped it off and also removed his own shirt then wrapped his arms around her from behind.
For a time they stood there, shirtless in the dim light of the distant beacon, staring out at the water in silence. It wasn't long before the burning passion subsided a little bit and Britlea began to shiver in the cold air. Sensing that she was cold, Four slowly began to rub her arms, his touch leave burning trails across her bare skin.
Her heart racing in anticipation she turned to face him, resting her head against his firm chest and wrapping his arms around his bare torso, slowly they swayed side to side, dancing to the music of the waves and wind.
She grinned to herself as he placed a light kiss on her head and lifted her chin to look up at him. He was staring off into the distance once again, that faraway look creeping back into his eyes. Desperate to keep him in the present with her she ran her hands lightly up his back and held his head in her hands. "Four?" she asked, breaking the silence.
He met her eyes, seeming to mentally shake himself. Apologetically he smiled, revealing his perfect teeth. "Sorry" he murmured, brushing her hair out of her face. She shrugged and waited to see what he would do. Almost cautiously Four kissed her, then trailed his lips across her cheek, nibbling on her earlobe.
She tilted her head as his tongue travelled down her smooth neck then slowly undid his belt and dropped his dark pants, similar to those he was wearing last time, to the sand. He smiled against her skin, picking her up and laying her down in the sand. Again, as he did last time, he removed her pants then pulled her panties off with his teeth.
Leaving their clothes in a pile on the sand he turned his attention back to the naked girl in front of him, with a smirk he kissed her inner thigh, moving his lips closer and closer to her wet pussy. She watched him, a low moan escaping her lips as he went to work on her.
With her eyes closed she almost didn't notice when his lips moved to her mouth again, already in a state of bliss she reached for his him, guiding him inside her. He was happy to oblige and thrust in more gently than the last time, his eyes locked on her face.
She couldn't look away, together their bodies moved in the dim light, both of them lost in the other's eyes. They climaxed together and she bit her lip as she watched the wave of pleasure move through him. As it did he uttered one word.. and it wasn't her name.
Tris.
