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It's late afternoon and Meara is getting anxious about her late night endeavour that is almost upon her. She is already dressed for it, all black save for a navy blue scarf. She paces her bedroom, unsure if she is making the right decision. Her fathers worried face flashes in her mind and she looks up to the ceiling, running her hands through her thick, curls.
"What do I do, what do I do…" she mumbles to herself. Her phone begins to ring, the noise cutting through the drooling silence of her room. She jumps and fumbles for it on her night stand, almost dropping it.
"He-hello," the ringing continues, she curses as she realizes she didn't swipe to answer. She puts the phone back up to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey angel, you ready for tonight?" Travis' voice fills her ears. Meara lets out a breath.
"'Course, I already picked out my outfit," she says coolly.
"Can't wait to see that," he almost growls into the phone. Meara bites her lip at his tone.
"Easy Tiger," she laughs, "where am I meeting you?"
"My dock, we're taking the Irish Lady,"
Meara stiffens. Travis' boat is old, 1970's old. It doesn't have a working railing and has little room to hide. It's an old rich man's pleasure craft, not ideal for covert missions. The only thing it has going for it is its new quiet engine and size. It's only eight feet long and easy to maneuver in small spaces. Travis feels the pause in the conversation.
"You still there Meara?" he asks. She closes her eyes and licks her lips. Trying to come up with a casual thing to say.
"Yeah, just thought we'd take Connor's boat, carry out the rescue in style. You know your boat clashes with my flair." She furrows her eyebrows at her own response and shakes her head. Thinking he wont buy it, his laugh echoes over the line, causing her tension to ease.
"Ouch, that's my baby Meara," Travis responds, for a second he thought she might chicken out.
"And I'm your angel, I think that puts me above that rusty piece of-"
"Okay okay, stop hating on the Irish Lady," he laughs. "Come over here already,"
"Or what?" she flirts.
"Hmm," he ponders. "Or the sea turtles won't be the only ones needing saving." His voice sounded heavy. Meara falls back onto her bed and twirls her curl on her finger.
"That sounds kinda nice actually," she almost whispers into the phone. She hears Travis' long sigh on the other end.
"Stop teasing me darlin',"
Meara straightens out a bit, she doesn't like when anyone besides her father calls her darlin'. If it's not her dad it just doesn't sound right.
"Fine fine, I'm on my way," any hint of desire now missing from her voice.
"Awesome, see you in a bit." Travis hung up. The phone falls from her ear and she crosses her arms over her chest. After a moment, she kicks her feet out to stand eyeing herself in her full length mirror as she poses. She is happy with what she picked, it really shows off her shapely figure. She shoves her feet into some black Nike runners and heads out for the docks.
Meara jogs up the greyed, wooden dock and stops at the helm of the Irish Lady. The words messily painted and wearing from the sun. She can see Travis bent over organizing all of his gear, his shirt raising up on his back and his wet pants hanging low around his hips. She brings a closed fist up to her mouth and coughs for his attention. Still bent over, he twists his neck to see her and a rich smile spreads itself across his face, hair falling in all the right places. She blushes and diverts her gaze. Travis stands and gracefully jumps off the boat to the dock, causing it to sway slightly. Meara's balance doesn't falter as she returns her eyes to him. He brings his hands above his head to clasp an over hanging mast rope, towering over her. Meara cranes her head up and finally offers him a smile back. Travis opens his mouth to say something but no words reach his tongue. She stares at his lips.
"What's the matter?" She questions, knowing that it's her causing his momentary silence.
"Absolutely nothin'," he states to her, pushing forward. He eyes her up, causing Meara's confidence to rise and her breathing to excelerate. "You look amazin'." He compliments.
Meara steps a foot back, forcing him to lean further into her and her hands interlock behind her back, pushing her chest out. "You think?" she flirts.
"I don't need to," one hand lets go of the rope above, and reaches for Meara, returning a runaway curl behind her ear. The sudden touch gives her chills, they run from her spine to her toes. His hand so warm against her chilled ears. He lingers there for a moment, then snakes his hand behind her neck, entangling ringlets between his fingers. He doesn't pull her towards him, instead he lets go of the rope entirely. He steps forward, closing the small bit of distance between them. His other hand comes up to her face, he runs his thumb over her slightly parted lips.
"Travis," his name sounds so sweet coming from her. Meara's hands unravel behind her and travel up to his chest. Resting there, feeling the thump of his rising heart beat under them. His warmth ceasing all shivers she might have had.
"Hmm?" he hums at her. His eyes begin to close, he takes his last steps and braces himself over her. Both hands lost in her wind stricken hair. She leans back slightly at his height, letting out a soft sigh. His lips were right above hers, she could feel the heat from his breath on her own. Her eyes glide shut as she relaxes into him. Her lips brush his teasingly and he lets out a heavy breath before pulling her face to his, mouth crashes onto hers. Her heart aches as the feeling travels down to her stomach. Her hands reach for his soft, blonde strands and gently tugs them. He pulls away from her, letting out a low groan, his forehead resting on hers.
"Keep that up and there won't be a mission," his voice thick with need.
"Doesn't that sound more fun?" she almost pouts, her nails traveling from his scalp to his neck and grabbing onto his collar. His eyes close again, head tilting up.
"Fuck," was all he could muster. Thinking she finally had him, she goes back in for another kiss but his hands are untangling hers from his shirt. "I promise you it wont take long."
Meara sighs, he was really headstrong about this one. "I wouldn't promise a girl that," she jokes at him. Pulling away from him, missing his warmth already. He flutters his eyes open and lazily lets them fall to her face. He lets out a scoff.
"You know what I mean," he grabs her hand. "Come on, it's almost dark."
He tugs her towards the boat and she stiffens. Travis turns back to her, a dark look of disappointment crossing his face.
"Angel, it's going to be fine. Water's calm, sky's clear … there's nothing to worry about,"
"I know," she laughs at her self. "Just pre-mission jitters." He smiles at her and helps her into the boat, she takes her usual passenger seat. He slides into the driver's chair, turns the key and the boat purrs to life. He wraps his arm around her and flashes her a flirty wink.
"We're gonna be heroes tonight," his head turns forward and the boat lurches ahead. Meara returns a smile but she can't seem to shake this sinking feeling.