"Omph!" Morgead gasped as he was tackled from behind- hard. The blow sent him flying forward over the sand. He grasped cold, wet wrists that wrapped around his waist and lithely rolled in midair to pin his attacker beneath him.
"Gotcha. " White teeth flashed in a grin. A second later his body arched back up like a startled cat's.
"Ugh! Jez, you're wet!" He yelped. The disheveled redhead beneath him burst out laughing. Then she took advantage of his surprise and kneed him in the solar plexus. The force of the blow would have caused internal bleeding in a human, but it only stunned Morgead long enough for Jez to twist against his thumbs and break his hold on her wrists. In a flash, she had reversed their positions so that his hands were pinned on either side of his head as her knees straddled his hips.
"Duh, genius." She replied as she tossed a pointed look to the surf crashing twenty feet from where they lay. " You were too slow. I got bored. So I went for a swim." Jez explained simply. Her pale skin was slick with sea-water; Morgead watched as droplets trickled down her arms and abdomen. He lifted a heavy clump of her sodden, sand-caked hair and let it fall back to slap against her skin.
"That's disgusting, Jez. You know that's where vermin dump garbage." All around them cigarette butts and pop-can rings lay tangled in strands of dry sea-weed cast around by the tide.
"You're disgusting, idiot." She replied. Then she dropped down to press the full length of her body against his. Morgead groaned as salt-water soaked through his jeans and t-shirt. Like a dog after a bath, Jez nuzzled his head and neck—taking special care to rub off bits of sand and sea-weed that still clung to her hair. Then she sat up grinning, satisfied with her work.
"You're dead." Morgead growled heatedly, but Jez was already running, kicking up sprays of sand behind her. Morgead leapt up to give chase but immediately fell back down, clutching his hand and hissing. A broken bottle glinted up at him through soft falls of sand, his blood dripping thickly from the jagged tip. Suddenly Jez was there beside him. She wasn't worried—but her silver-grey eyes sharpened with the heightened awareness of a wolf eyeing a stumbling pack-mate. Her face hovered close to his, peering at the wound. It was already closing, its white lips sealing shut over red flesh. She licked the blood off his palm and pressed her lips to the area.
"All better."
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of L.J Smith. I own nothing!
Special thanks to those who reviewed!
NightWorldandRockMusic: Thank you! I don't have a set age for Jez and Morgead here. All I know is that they're on the cusp of adolescence. They're old enough to experience sexual tension, but too young to know what it is ;).
Crazy-Vampire-Lover: Thank you! I know, I'm trying to make the chapters longer but the scenes just kinda finish themselves :/. Hopefully I'll manage longer chapters the more I get into the swing of things.
A/N: This fic is semi-inspired by U2's song "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses." Check it out if you like!