Y is for Yacht
WC: 499
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Haruhi never dreamed of having grand vacations when she was younger. Especially grand vacations that involved the family yacht.
"Are you enjoying the view?" Kyoya asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders and chest.
"Of course, but when you said let's take a little boat trip, I guess I kind of expecting a rowboat or sail boat."
"Haruhi, do you actually think I would have taken you out in a rowboat?"
"What? I think it would have cute."
"You have an odd sense of the word 'cute'…"
Kyoya distracted her by nibbling on her earlobe. She shuddered and turned her head to the side, giggling, but he had her tangled in his grasp.
She squealed when he targeted her ear again, but this time, she batted her head the other way. She thumped his glasses into his face, knocking them off position and no doubt getting some form of dust or oil onto the lenses. He hated that.
"Well," he said, "I had no idea you were quite so cruel."
She stuck her tongue out.
She was wearing a white bikini, pin-striped with dark blue. Her hair, which had grown to touch her shoulders, was being kept up in a high ponytail. Although it would never be her favorite attire, it was still pleasant to bare so much skin on a hot day.
Plus, Kyoya appreciated it.
He leaned against the railing besides her. She could appreciate that he was only wearing his swim trucks, too.
The fading day was beautiful as the orange sun set against sparkling waters. The vivid sky was streaked with purple, gold, and red against the dark blue backdrop. The clouds were alive against the colors.
Kyoya ran his knuckles up her back. For, as he claimed, his hands were magnetized to her and he couldn't help it.
Starting from the dimples at the lowest of her hip, he dragged them up the center of her back, creating tingles and gracious shudders run through her body. Then he slowly made this way back down.
The touch was feather-light and made her back instinctively arch as quivering sensations settled in her lower stomach and thighs. She tipped her head back, and Kyoya kissed the crook of her neck.
His lips went lower, moving from her shoulder to the clip of her bikini strap across her back. With his tongue, he drifted along her spine, while his hands grabbed her hips and kneaded his fingers across her sensitive hipbones.
She twisted, lunged against the railing, and seem to fall back into him all at once.
He pressed himself up against her, his breath hitching into her ear. "I've always heard that sex on a deck his very romantic."
"No way. If you wanted that, then we should have taken the rowboat."
"I'll remember that next time," he mumbled. "Even so, the beds are very plush here," he said as she was swept up into his arms.
"Mmm, lead the way, captain."