The Sunday List of Dreams
Chapter 14: Pull Me Under
/ / how do you measure, measure a year? / /
/ / in daylights? In sunsets? / /
/ / how about love? / /
. my heart's a battleground .
All I Fear Means Nothing.
Well, now. An update, holy shit! YES, AN UPDATE. AWHHH DAMN.
Ha ha! I'm not quite sure where this sprung up from, but… whatever. This story will still be on a hiatus status (as most of my other stories, save for Gothika) just because of how helplessly busy I am. So sorry there haven't been updates in forever, though! I'm really still adjusting to college life!
SO HERE WE GO
Oh and I may have a few more one-shots coming up, to keep you all satiated… a-ha ha ha! (That laugh looks creepy, you know, the way I typed it and stuff makes it look creepy)
(and now I'm just babbling in parenthesis.)
(…I like parenthesis.)
May hissed in pain as her knee hit the ground awkwardly, ankle twisting in an odd direction, but the rest of her body landing on something soft and quite warm. Whimpering at the resounding pain from her knee outward May shut her eyes tightly and fisted her hands in the shirt of the stranger lying underneath her.
"Uh… May." A dry voice stated from beneath her, chest rumbling as he spoke. May's eyes snapped open, and she raised her head curiously.
"Oh… hi, Drew!" She gave a sheepish laugh, the pain slowly fading from her legs, but a dull throb lurked in her ankle, and she unconsciously moved her hand towards it, bending her leg awkwardly, wincing as her fingers came in contact with it. Drew watched her hand, eyes narrowed, before sighing.
"…Idiot. You weren't watching where you were going." Drew sat up, moving May gently with him. May made a small whining noise at this, accidentally shifting her ankle. Drew's eyes shot from her ankle to her face.
"…Sorry." He murmured gently, somewhat surprising May.
He quickly flipped around, motioning for May to get onto his back. May stared at him, blankly for a minute, before grinning and lifting her body up with one leg, pouncing onto Drew's back, giggling. He huffed at the contact, hoisting the girl up.
"God, you're heavy. What the hell have you been eating?" Drew smirked, inclining his head slightly to look at May who just hummed in contentment.
"Or maybe you're just weak." She replied in a singsong voice. Drew scowled.
"Or maybe I could just drop your heavy ass right here." Drew muttered, and May grabbed onto his neck tighter, effectively choking Drew.
"I dare you to." May snickered, enjoying every minute of the pained expression on his face.
They'd arrived to Drew's room quickly, one he shared with Paul, who was currently out at the moment (obviously). Drew moved to drop May on the bed, releasing her legs as she flopped onto the bed. But as soon as he turned around May had grabbed onto his ankle, whining about something that Drew quickly forgot as he tripped over awkward footing, barely managing to stop himself from falling right on May. His arms were extended outwards, his hands on either side of May.
A very alluring, blushing May.
"So, why were you by the deck door anyway?" Drew breathed, May's breathing coming out quickly.
"W-well… ah—" May began to babble incoherently, words and sentences rushing from her mouth as her mind went into overload. She noted thoughtfully to herself that, although she was trying to explain and answer Drew's question, everything coming out of her mouth had nearly nothing to do with what should have been the answer to his question. Her incessant chatting was quickly silenced though, as Drew dropped his head and firmly planted his lips on hers, using her momentary gape to his advantage as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
"Never mind I asked." Drew muttered against her lips, and May felt herself nodding along.
"Where is everyone?" Max huffed, wandering the corridors of the still ship, arms crossed across his chest and an annoyed and bored look across his face.
"Hmm, I wonder too…" Brock commented absentmindedly, as the two continued to walk, before rounding the corner and causing Brock to stop quickly, and grab Max to hide behind the corner where two walls met.
"What – " Max started, angry.
"Shh!" Brock quickly silenced him easily, and Max peered around the corner, curious.
It was May, on top of Drew.
"What the –" Max started, before Brock quickly slammed his hand over his mouth.
They watched as Drew carried May away from the deck door, May giggling about something and Drew scowling to hide a slowly growing smile.
Max stared at the floor where they had been just a few moments ago, with a strangely blank stare and face. Brock could feel a cold sweat coming on again.
"… What… just happened."
Brock smiled.
"You'll understand someday, and perhaps, even experience it!" He replied, and Max couldn't help but think he sounded a little too pleased with himself.
"Unlike you, basically." Max retorted, giving a small snort before walking in the opposite direction May and Drew had gone. Brock's smile dropped.
"Hey, I'll have you know I'm very popular with the ladies." Brock scolded, as Max walked away.
"Not even in your dreams, Brock!" Brock stared at Max's back, who hadn't even bothered to turn around before, during and after his insult.
Brock's only reply was to hang his head in shame.
"Why is everyone on this stupid boat getting action but I'm not?"
Misty could feel her lungs needing air, desperately. She pulled away from Ash, who looked at her, before giving her a goofy grin and she smiled back, before her legs began to kick and her body moved towards the shifting surface. Misty broke the surface of the water, her mouth opening wide as she took in deep breaths of cool air, panting slightly as Ash pulled up from under the water next to her, breathing heavily. She stared at him for a moment, before turning bright red and averting her eyes, breathing loudly. She heard him laugh, and Misty only turned a brighter crimson, embarrassed.
"Hey, Mist."
Misty felt her head automatically rise, and there Ash was – so close to her.
"Y-yes?" She squeaked, mentally slapping herself for sounding so nervous.
"Well…" He murmured, eyes dropping to her mouth, as he moved closer, the sound of water all around her, shifting and flowing.
"Um…" Misty started, before dodging Ash and throwing herself under the water. Ash, startled at the sudden movement, turned his head down to see Misty flying further south. He grinned, loving the look of a challenge, before diving under as well.
Misty stared at the rugged, smooth rock of the bottom of the ocean, a few air bubbles escaping her mouth. Then she let out a silent shriek under the water as Ash latched onto her waist, nuzzling his nose against her neck. She could feel his lips close to the dip where her shoulder and neck met. The feel of air bubbles being released from his nose tickled her neck, and her body shuddered involuntarily.
Then she felt his lips on her shoulder blade, roaming slowly up her neck, and she turned sharply to look at him, her hair floating slowly and slightly in the way, for only a moment, before she saw him, a soft, pleasant smile stretching across his face. Her body shifted in his arms as she turned around completely, her trembling hands grasping his shoulders.
Leaning towards him, she felt her eyes slip close as the familiar press of lips on hers and warmth filled her every sense.
She could feel the air beginning to thin inside her lungs again, and Ash moved away first, letting her go as they floated to the surface. She coughed, having swallowed some water accidentally.
"I don't think I can stay under the water another minute…" She whimpered, the summer air cool against her wet skin. Ash chuckled, leaning in close again.
"Who says we have to go back under the water…?"
Dawn was definitely not paying attention to anything else, but the pinpricks of her body reacting to the slightly awkward twist of her neck was really starting to bother her. She moved only ever slightly away from Paul, their lips barely touching, as she began to shift her body. His hands had moved, cautiously, to her hips, holding her firmly against him. She giggled, and Paul looked at her, eyebrow quirked. She grinned mischievously, body propped on her knees. She was just a little taller than him now, her hands on his shoulders as she leant forward and pushed the both of them onto the deck. Alarmed, Paul moved to protect his head, and Dawn grinned, poking his cheek cutely.
Paul gave a slight growl at Dawn, slightly annoyed at the fact that she had pushed him. Dawn smiled prettily at him, her cobalt hair slipping past her shoulder, barely grazing Paul's chest. She tilted her head to the side innocently, not quite aware of the position the had quite literally fallen into – well, actually that she had pushed them into, not quite aware of the implications someone would assume if they had walked onto the deck that very moment.
Dawn leaned down, her lips grazing Paul's but never quite fully touching, and Paul made an annoyed noise in the back of his throat at the lack of contact.
His hand boldly moved up from her waist, and with a sharp push Dawn's lips were on his once again.
OH. MAN. I almost wrote a line and then I was like "AHHHH THAT REMINDS ME TOO MUCH OF A LEMON AHHHHHH!"
Just. Like. That.
LOL. And yes, I know Ash was a little out of character with the whole "under water don't have to go back" thing.
But you know what?
It was hot.
(As in you know you liked it.)
Sorry it's so short!
Dawn… lookit her bein' all assertive like! Ha ha!