AN: i apologize for the delay between chapters! i literally forgot lol so im sorry about that but i got around to quickly tapping this out uvu it was legit just a spur-of-the-moment ship i thought about before & while i was typing so there are prob typos and errors and im p sure the tenses are inconsistent but i thought itd make a cute matespritship uvu
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Chapter 2: Equius [heart] Feferi
A hot, sticky day.
A hot, sticky sun.
The couch was hot. The couch was sticky. And you were far from comfortable.
But still, in the impossibly warm weather, she seemed to be surrounded by an aura of coolness that made the small beads of sweat dappling her nose and temples almost non-existent. Suddenly, she perked up, suggesting you two visit the beach. Your gentle protests fell on deaf ears as she hustled about the house, gathering towels and shovels and beach balls.
"I'll teach you to surf! It'll be fun." She beamed at you, a grin baring her teeth and revealing the most subtle dimple in her cheek. You must have relented, because next thing you knew, you were propped up in the passenger seat of her fuchsia Porsche, headed for the beach.
And now you stood just inches from the water, sunlight glaring off the edge of your cracked shades as you eyed the wet sand suspiciously. Again, Feferi's cheery voice tickled your eardrums and she was at your side. She reached for your glasses, insisting you wouldn't need them. When she returned from setting them down on the beach towel, a surfboard was expertly tucked under her arm. It was dominated by beige wood, but a navy stripe matching your eyes adorned its middle, and you could tell she had picked it out just for you. She took your hand and gently led you into the water. Your grip, or lack thereof, was delicate, as though you feared hurting her in any way. She often pointed that out, adding it was one of your cutest traits, and this time was no exception.
The water was cool around your legs, gradually reaching your thighs and then your midriff. The waves lap at both your chests, and a frown tugs at your mouth. "I'm right here," she assures, a warm smile crossing her lips. Your tense muscles relax to the point where your arms easily float on the water while she laid the surfboard down beside you. She steadied it and motions for you to climb on. Clumsy limbs and wet hair aside, you somehow manage to stagger ungracefully onto the wood. The edges dip with your unbalanced weight, and you nearly shudder at the prospect of falling in when she notices your discomfort and climbs up right behind you. Her arms fall onto your waist to keep you balanced, her skin grazing your shoulders. You can hear the smile in her voice when she reminds you she was right there and promises she won't let you fall. Your cheeks are tinted with what you swear is the most unattractive blush in the history of forever when her lips brush your ears to let you know a wave is coming.
A wave, what the hoo-diddly heck, how does surfing even work, you question, and she replies with a giggle. Of course, that helps you zero, but a small wave lifts the board and you squeeze your eyes shut in surprise. W-was that all, you mumble, and she gives your waist a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, hehe, that was all." You heave a sigh, thank the water gods for sparing your soul, and slowly turn a quarter of a degree to thank her. A confused eyebrow quirks above her eye, but she soon laughs and hugs you tighter. "No, silly, don't thank me!" This is what matesprits do, you learn, an she presses a few kisses to your cheek. Okay?
Okay, you nod, the weakness in your knees tossing you both off the board and into the water.