A Night on the Beach

-For Emobabyx33-

"I always loved the beach especially at night under the vague stars and bright city lights of LA shining on the calm ocean surface. I sat there with my toes in the sand, wiggling them in contentment. My arms rested on my knees and for the life of me I could not stop smiling. Why? I think – no, I know you would be smiling too if there was a handsome man sitting on the beach not too far away from you with no shirt on and he had toned abs. The mystery man sat about fifteen feet away from me in the same position that I was sitting in. He was there for about half an hour already and made no move to acknowledge me. Perhaps he hadn't noticed me or if he did he just wasn't interested. That would've sucked because he was magnificently good-looking.

His hair was short with a small spike in he front. He was lean and his muscles were defined. His skin, my gosh, his skin was pale like a porcelain doll, but when the moonlight hit his skin it created a haunting appearance that was oddly arousing. I couldn't help but chuckle as the thought ran through my mind. I stopped giggling when I noticed that he was looking at me like I had two heads. Quite frankly, I didn't blame him. Wouldn't you be like 'what the hell?' if some random person began laughing for no reason?

'Sorry,' I murmured as my head fell to my chest. How embarrassing? He probably thought I was some lunatic.

'It's fine,' he said. It startled me and I looked up to find him making his way towards me. He plopped down onto the sand beside me. 'I'm Logan, by the way.'

'Nicole,' I replied with a smile. So this mystery god's name was Logan? It was nice. Up close I could notice just how muscular he really was. It wasn't overbearing. It was just subtle enough to be noticed and admired. I shook my head to clear the trail my thoughts had begun to take and focused on Logan again, 'So what brings you to the beach this late at night?' Logan smiled and I felt my legs turning to jello. His smile was gorgeous and awkward, but it was sea-leg worthy.

'Thought I'd get out of the apartment for a while. My friends were starting to get annoying. Just needed a break. What about you?' I smiled in return and refocused on the ocean, which now had several waves gliding across the surface gently with the soft breeze that blew.

'I come out here every night and just sit here by myself. I've always believed that this would bring something magical into my life because this beach has that magical feel about it. Despite all the LA lights blocking the majority of the stars, the stars that do shine through the rays shine even brighter because of it. It's relaxing,' I finished. My attention shifted from the night sky to Logan, who was staring at me with an odd emotion in his expression that I couldn't place, 'What?'

'Uh, nothing,' he replied while scratching the back of his neck. He turned to look out over the ocean and I did the same. Silence hovered over us for a while. No one said anything, but the quiet wasn't uncomfortable like I thought it would have been. I tried figuring out exactly why I wasn't jumping to my feet and running away from him. I've had prominent trust issues since high school when my supposed best friend hooked up with my boyfriend at a party. From that day on I was always weary of the people I interacted with. I haven't let myself get any new close friends. Sure there were a few people that I conversed with, but I haven't allowed any of them to know my past or much about me. They knew just about what any person could have inferred. I was a 'surf-babe' as Patrick put it. I enjoyed music and photography. People could tell that I was a beach lover because I dressed like a surfer. They could tell that I loved music because I was always singing or listening to my iPod and they could tell I liked photography due to the camera glued in my hands. In fact, the camera was beside me in its case as I stared into the horizon with Logan next to me.

There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, but it made me feel as though I could trust him, like he was never going to hurt me. I couldn't say for sure, but I knew I was highly attracted to him. Any girl would have been crazy not to appreciate such a fine creature as he. My mind was drawn back to the glow of his skin in the moonlight and I felt that familiar tug in my stomach. I didn't even know the guy and he was making me excited just by sitting there. How pathetic was that? Logan shifted his trunks slightly and I caught a glimpse of a bulge. I turned him on? Oh wait, I was running my finger along my leg absentmindedly and his gaze was focused on my finger.

I experimented by stopping my finger before dragging it along my thigh, slowly going towards my inner thigh. He choked on the air and tightened his grip on the hem of his trunks. Smirking, I turned my body towards Logan and placed my hand on his thigh. His leg tensed and turned his attention to my face. Tentatively, Logan lifted his hand and placed it against my cheek. His actions were smooth, but I was able to sense a bit of hesitation. He seemed just as shy as I was. In between the moment we remained unmoving and the moment his lips brushed against mine, I was able to think mostly logically about the situation.

What were the chances of me running into Logan again? We were just two people who needed release. I wasn't complaining either. Logan was a gorgeous man and anyone would be stupid to not realize it. I already had trust issues, but it wasn't like I was looking for a committed relationship. I just needed to get off as mean as it sounded. I didn't think Logan was interested in a relationship either. So what if we had sex and left? It wasn't as if we were making love. It was mindless sex. That was the scenario until it was over."

Sadie gave me a look after I finished telling her my little story. That night was a week ago and since that night, Logan had done nothing but plagued my thoughts and dreams. Everywhere I looked I could see his pale skin glowing in the moonlight like some scary God. I still felt his hands as they ran over my body practically mesmerizing every curve. For what I titled 'casual sex', it wasn't all that casual. Our bodies slid against each other and molded together perfectly. The pleasure he gave me was intense and I had never experienced it before in my life. I hadn't even felt that way when I was with my ex-boyfriend. Logan Mitchell, as I found out from a magazine, was famous, part of a boy band called Big Time Rush, and one hell of a passionate lover.

"Nicky, have you talked to him since then?" I shook my head, "Well why the hell not? Obviously there was something that clicked between you two."

"That's beside the point, Sade. Logan and I barely knew each other before we were ripping each other's clothing off like a bunch of ravenous wolves. I don't think either of us had the intention of developing a relationship out of this. It was just sex," I said while giving her a pointed look. Sadie remained silent for a moment simply thinking. I thought about what the words meant, but I kept coming to one conclusion. I was lying. I was lying straight through gritted teeth. It wasn't just sex for me. It was a lot more than I was willing to let on. There was no way that I would have admitted that to me, Logan Mitchell was more than casual sex. Admitting that meant that my walls were broken and he was the cause of it. I couldn't allow another guy to break my heart.

"Nicole, listen to me. Just go to the beach tonight like you used to. You haven't been there since that night. Maybe he's been going there looking for you." Sadie definitely had a point. I freaked out after I got to the apartment. I had sex with a random guy – who looked godly – and then realized that it was too passionate and intimate to be just sex. Glancing at Sadie one last time, I nodded my head. I grabbed my iPod off the coffee table and walked out of the apartment and began my trek to the beach. Ten minutes later I arrived at my usual spot to find it empty. There was no pale, brown haired god basking in the moonlight with his shirt off.

Sighing, I sat down and brought my knees to my chest. The song Walls by All Time Low blared through my headphones. I chuckled at the irony of the lyrics. I began singing along with the song, "I'm gonna break down this walls, I built around myself. I wanna fall so in love, with you, and no one else, could ever mean half as much, to me as you do now. Together we'll move on, just don't turn around, let the walls break down." A hand on my shoulder startled me.

"I was hoping you would show up again." That voice. I turned my head to see Logan standing there with a t-shirt and jeans. His lips were pulled down into a frown. I swallowed a lump in my throat and watched as he sat down next to me. A feeling of déjà vu ran through my veins and I shook my head yet again.

"You – you were waiting for me?" My words were timid, reflecting my natural shy demeanor. Logan smiled and caused my legs to turn to jello again. That familiar tug pulled at my stomach and I subconsciously wet my lips with my tongue. Logan's eye honed in on the motion and a low groan rumbled through his chest. He obviously was still attracted to me, just as I was with him.

"Yeah. Listen, I don't want to sound mean or anything because that's not who I am, but I just – that night was supposed to be a one time thing and we'd leave with no strings attached." I nodded my head in agreement and shifted my gaze to the ocean. "But that didn't happen," Logan said, his voice thinning out to a mere whisper. Tears pricked at my eyes and I blinked a couple of times. So he honestly felt the same thing as I did? "I know this may seem like I'm a complete lunatic especially since the only thing we really know about each other is our sexual capability, but when we had sex, it wasn't just sex. It was passionate and intimate. It was making love," I choked when he said it. I stood up fast and stepped back.

"Logan," my voice cracked, "it's not love. We don't know each other. You were just some random guy that I met on the beach. I can't – I can't do this." Logan stood up and grabbed my wrist as I went to turn around and run.

"I know, but you can't deny that you didn't feel the same things! I've met some pretty dedicated actresses and none of them would have been able to fake the way you reacted to my body. Nicole, please just go with this. I never felt this way about a girl before and I have dated girls that I've honestly cared about. Please," he whispered, his lips a centimeter from my lips, "give in to what you're feeling. Please," his lips pressing against mine as he said 'please.'

(the rest is smut. If you don't want to read, you can skip to where I tell you it's over)

The kiss quickly went from soft and passionate to hot and needy in the matter of seconds. The pressure was bruising and our teeth banged against each other. Logan's hands were pressing my back, pulling me against his chest while I had mine tangled at the nape of his neck. A low moan escaped my lips as he rubbed his erection against my core. The neediness increased and I pulled back from the kiss, ripping his shirt over his head and throwing it on the beach. My hands immediately ran down his chest as my lips attacked his neck and collarbone. His hand wound in my hair.

Gently pushing me away, Logan pulled my shirt over my head and gave a crooked grin when he saw that I didn't have a bra on. He was in for a surprise when he realizes that I wasn't wearing panties either. Logan brought my lips to his again and my legs wrapped around his waist. He held me up by my thighs and carefully lowered us to the ground, the kiss remaining unbroken. Logan left my lips and placed kisses down my neck and chest before taking a pink nipple into his mouth and massaging the other with his hand. My body arced towards him as his name spilled past my lips in a breathy moan.

My hips came into contact with his and Logan pulled back before wiggling his fingers in the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them down my tan legs tantalizingly slow. His eyes had widened at the sight of no panties. I smirked at him evilly before pulling my legs to my chest and kicking the shorts off. Logan made quick work of his jeans and boxers and then hovered over my body. I felt the heat radiating from his body and I saw the lust in his eyes. Closing my eyes, Logan and I kissed roughly.

When we broke apart for air, Logan looked straight into my eyes and I forgot how to breathe. My heart skipped a beat and electricity sparked through my system. Behind the lustful gaze, a trace of love shone brightly in his eyes. The purity of the emotion caught me off guard and had me thinking that perhaps Sadie was right. Maybe, just maybe, Logan was my soul mate. That one guy that was supposed to be the yang to my yin and complete me whole-heartedly. I wasn't aware that I was crying until Logan brushed away a teardrop with the pad of his thumb. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"I love you," I blurted out. For a second Logan merely looked at me expressionlessly, but then a smile crept its way onto his face.

"I love you, too." With that Logan kissed me passionately and pushed into me. Each thrust brought us closer to climaxing and that wonderful, blissful state that awaited us afterwards. Our bodies moved as thought it were one in a hot, sweaty mess, but that was what made it beautiful: two people committing an act of sin in a throw of passion. Nothing else really mattered at that moment to me, not when I had Logan in my arms. My body shook with the force of my climax as Logan released immediately after.

(You're in the clear! Go! Go! Go!)

We fell back onto the sand, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My chest heaved with the effort to breathe properly. I looked up from Logan's chest and smiled. "What are you smiling about? I know it's not the afterglow," he said chuckling. I gave him a look before answering.

"I always believed that this beach was magical," my gaze softening. "It brought you to me and for that I am grateful. Perhaps my never ending devotion to sitting alone is to blame." We laughed at that one and then sobered. That loving expression came across Logan's features once again.

"I truly love you, Nicole." I gulped and felt fresh tears fall down my cheeks.

"And I you," I echoed, thinking about the wonderful night spent on the beach.