Ok, so this one is kinda crappy but I totally had a writers block. Read and tell me what you think and mabey some ideas cuz I cant think of ANYTHING!
The drop was not quite as far as she thought, but when she hit the ground she stumbled a bit and had to roll to cushion the fall. Standing up and dusting herself off Peter said
'Your back is all sandy, here let me get it'
She felt his hands rubbing the sand off, and it felt good.
They head off towards the water, gradually one inching a head of the other, until is was a full out sprint to the water. They were neck and neck until the water was about half way up Olivia's calf, then she went flying into the water. She felt the cold against her skin and her head plunge under the water. A wave hit her on the back and pushed her down farther, and she could feel her lungs craving air. Suddenly she could feel hands on her waist and they were pulling her up and out of the frigid water. She felt her head being pressed up against his chest, and she knew she could take a breath. She inhaled as much air as her burning lungs could take.
Setting her down on the sand, both gasping for air he lay down next to her. When he was running all he was the spray of water, a wave and her blonde hair floating in it. He reacted by instinct, that was what he kept telling himself.
'Liv, are you ok?'
He questioned, turning his head and looking at her. When she turned her head there was a smile on her face
'What?'
He said with a questioning look on his face. Without warning she burst out laughing. He couldn't help but laugh, and it felt good. They probably looked like idiots, soaking wet lying in the sand laughing like there was no tomorrow, but neither of them cared. It felt good to laugh and with all the strange things that happened it was about time. Olivia rolled to face Peter, and giggled
'I don't even know why I fell'
'Well, what about your knight in shining armour? Does he not get any thanks?'
He felt as if her smile was lighting the earth
'Thank you Peter, for saving my life in a moment of clumsiness'
They laid there for a while and Peter said
'Why don't we go get some food?'
Standing up he hooked his arm in hers and she said
'When you were a kid, did you ever try skipping in the sand? It is really hard'
'Well, no I don't think I have ever done that'
Before she could say anything they were both skipping in the sand, and it looked like they had robber boots on. At one point they were both laughing so hard and tripping that they fell over. Rolling onto their backs and covered on sand Olivia looked to the sky, to see it covered in a blanket of stars.
'With everything that goes on in my job, when I look at the stars it just relaxes me in a way, you know, like no matter what is going on down here out there' she gestured to the sky ' it doesn't matter, nothing we do here affects there, know what I'm saying?'
She said after a long moment of silence. He thought carefully about what he was going to say, but decided against it. Moving closer to her, he could feel her warmth through their wet clothes.
At about 2:30 in the morning Peter woke up to shivering and he realized that they had fallen asleep on the beach
'Liv?'
He said, touching her shoulder. Her eyes opened sleepily and she smiled at him. Shivering again she said
'Can we go back, I'm really cold'
They made their way back to the hotel room. When they got back Peter went to the bathroom and Olivia thought he would be a while so she took off her wet clothing. Putting on PJ pants she dried her hair off and tried to get most of the sand out. The sand that fell kept on getting in her shirt, so she just took it off.
When Peter came out of the washroom he saw her standing facing the sliding glass window shaking her hair out. Her pants rested on her hips and he could see the scars from when she shifted dimensions. She didn't notice him, and he just watched her. He noticed every little movement. Her fingers twisted in her hair to get the sand out, the expansion and contraction of her rib cage. Looking down he saw her feet, toes gripping the carpet as she got more frustrated and finally she threw the towel down and whipped on her tank top. Turning around she saw Peter and gasped
'Peter! What are you doing?'
She said with a tinge of anger in her voice and a hand on her hip
'Well, you looked like you were concentrating so I thought I would leave you to be as you were'
Satisfied with his answer she sat down on the bed. Shutting her eyes she fell back and was sprawled on the bed sideways
'Liv, its not gunna work if you're sideways, unless you don't want to be covered'
Walking over he lay next to her and pulled the blanket over them that was hanging over the edge of the bed.