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"SAILOR MOON ETERNAL"
The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga
"Sailor Moon Special : Sun, Sand and Sea! Three Lights Rock the Beach"
Chapter 19
"A Day at the Beach"
Rising early, as usual, the next morning, Terry Starr wakes his tired brothers—Sayer had stayed up half the night trying to improve his score on the racing video game; Robin was continually in a state of exhaustion, now more than ever, with Michelle's marauding midnight mental mind melds keeping him awake—to get them prepared for their day at the beach.
Finally dressed and ready, the three boys, with beach fun motivation, take off to go pick up their ladies.
Hearing the ringing of the doorbell at Michelle-mama's mansion, Tara runs to open the door.
"Good morning! Oh! Good morning." Her weak voice just about manages to say, her purple eyes wide at the stunning sight before her.
"You look lovely, Tara." Terry smiles at her cute violet one-piece bathing suit which featured much corsetry and laces on the back.
"Are those jerks finally here—?" Alex appears, about to chew out the three tardy singers for being this late when she stops in mid-sentence, her amused eyes scanning the three of them up and down.
"Doing the beach bum rock star look this early in the morning? I'm sure you'll all drive the poor girls at the shore wild today—since that's what you're no doubt intending." Her eyebrows raised accusingly, a belittling smirk coats Alex's face as she surveys each young man in the doorway. Wearing a white button-up men's shirt that modestly covered up her own two piece silver & yellow swimsuit, Alex can't help but eye Sayer's tight body in minimalist swimming trunks approvingly as he, likewise, lets out a low wolf whistle upon viewing her long, exposed legs.
His own unbuttoned red outer shirt was left wide opened, revealing Sayer Starr's well-exercised, ripped male chest. Feeling a little bit awkward at Alex's penetrating gaze, but conceited enough to be amply confident of his own looks, he smiles and moves closer to her.
"What about yours, Ally? Can we have a sneak peek?" Sayer fingers the top button on her shirt. He was already inspired by her slender, long and totally desirable legs extended temptingly beneath those butter yellow, low center cut bikini bottoms.
"Maybe later, Starr. If you're a good boy. Which we all know you can't be 100% of the time, Starlight." With a dismissive flick away of his long navy ponytail, Alex taunts this questionable fighter's dually flaunted gender playfully, pushing his curious hand back as she securely closes her loosed top button. Then she awkwardly smoothes her golden hair back, secretly flattered to be so admired.
"Where're Michelle and Susan?" Unimpressed by Alex's gangly, angular physique as the art critic in him preferred something more artistically flowing curved and perfect skin smooth soft, Robin asks offhand when he spots a long view mirror near the foyer. He fixes his pale bluish silk shirt's collar and rearranges his silver coif a bit, proud of his own heart-stopping idol good looks reflected in the looking glass.
"Still primping." Alex answers, smiling at their silly "female" behavior. "But I guess you understand all about that effeminate trait, Shrimp." With a back thumb reference, Alex chuckles to herself as Robin makes an angry, yet cute, nose-scrunched face in the mirror. Insulted, he forms a fist in his left hand at her as he was lifting his lean bare right arm up to run the other hand through his model-quality mane.
But his pensive, perturbed glance changes night to day when Robin Starr sees a splash of an aqua sea breeze appear in the mirror behind him.
"Michelle, you're a work of art, as exquisite as Picoe's Venus." Robin gives his oceanic beauty adorned in a chic, vertically split, two aqua toned bathing suit one of those rare smiles of his that made this moderne sculpt of a young man in a striking pose look truly stunning.
"I should say the same of you, my 'Age of Bronze' Rodin." Exchanging famed artistic sculpture comparisons, they observe one another's sleek anatomy approvingly. Particularly impressed by his in the analogous pose display similar to the famed French sculptor's masterpiece, Michelle making a clever parallel of Robin and Rodin, as her excited eyes once again soak her slender young man up.
Perhaps Rodin's figure was not swathed in those cute little mint green shorts…but the hidden jewels inside truly are bronze worthy… With a coquettish giggle to herself at the vivid, albeit racy, recollections, this 'Venus' (the renowned sculpture, not the familiar planet guardian) nearly swoons at the stimulating thoughts. Michelle was glad that her quite fetching, mint sea green on the right and a darker teal aqua on the left one-piece, with a very revealing open sides concept designer swimsuit, color coordinated with Robin's stylish mint, designer beach outfit so complementary.
"Susan will be ready in a minute and then we can go." Collecting herself, Michelle addresses Terry pleasantly, anxious to show herself and her well-groomed model boyfriend Robin off at the beach society.
"Alright then, I'll start the engine…" Terry almost turns out the door, when a vision of deepest purple and black shimmers through the foyer entrance, revving up his engine instantly. "Susan, my lady." His head bowing reverently, Terry whispers, the sight of his beautiful, tan skinned lady in a two-piece bikini with stylized black mesh midriff overlay quite takes his breath away.
"My lord." Susan feels much the same way upon seeing his beach outfit, Terry's pale yellow shirt casually hanging open over his very manly, uncovered chest and orchid shorts, as both look at each other shyly.
"Hey! I've got an idea! Let's ditch that dull ole sedan and just take our cool new Ferrari." Sayer brainstorms, still enthused over their shared, red hot 'gift,' really wanting to be as close to Alex's long legs—and whatever busty surprise she held behind that white button-up—as much as possible today.
Very close.
"All of us in a sports car?" Robin's scratchy voice casts reservations upon whether the seven of them would fit in the designed to be only two-seater convertible or not, as the handsome group strides toward the brand spanking new vehicle.
"Don't sweat it! We'll just roll the top down and move the seats forward for the back to pop in! There's no fatties here. We'll fit!" Never accused of being too PC, Sayer pitches, rudely reassuring as Tara, Michelle and Robin climb into the tiny space rear 'seat,' at his pushy behest. Terry clearly saw who intended on driving her Ferrari, and gets in the passenger's side, signaling for Susan to join him on his lap, he seat-belting around both of them (which Susan liked the tight snugness of very much indeed).
Alex slides her cramped long legs in behind the wheel, leaving only Sayer left unseated. Knowing just the spot where he wanted to be, Sayer leaps over the car in a single bound, just like Superman—though the Man of Steel never looked so sleek in his red cape/ unbuttoned silk shirt—and lands squarely between Alex and Terry. Sayer's tight rear end sits perched, lightly balanced on the back of the genuine leather covered stick-shift gearbox.
"Ooh, something pretty stiff there." Sayer comments in eye-raised, inquisitive curiosity which was now aroused even more, as his left shoulder 'accidentally' rubs abreast of Alex's firm upper torso in the close confinement of the overfilled vehicle's front seat.
"This machine is known for its firm rigidity." Alex states informatively—and maybe in another more personal machine's self-reference, too—in a deadpan voiced demeanor, which told Sayer Starr in no uncertain terms that she was aware of the cocksure boy's 'inadvertent' touching.
And that he should not try it again this ride, if he knew what was good for him.
As Sayer got the message and settles back to his 'seat,' Alex then turns to him with a smirk, firing up the vehicle's purring high rpm ignition and engaging her driver's side seat-belt on.
"Do you think you're safe there?"
"Sure. I don't need a seat-belt. I trust your driving." Thriving on danger and thrills, arrogant Sayer Starr never wore a seat belt anyway, and certainly didn't plan to in this high horsepower, maximum torque and V-8 engine super charged speed demon of a racer.
"I didn't mean that." The sadistic racing competitor smiles wickedly, as Alex pulls the smooth stick-shift fiercely into adrenaline pumping high gear across the hard starline.
"Ahh-iya-ahh-iya!" And instantly causes the throttled member of the Three Lights to vociferously hit several notes in his highest-yet still intrinsically melodic-register as the curvilinear Ferrari accelerates to nearly 100 kmph in the matter of a second, whizzing towards the beach at breakneck speed with some perfect music in rhythm for the cosmic meteors to travel by.
The lead singer of the Three Lights, after seeing stars, quickly recovers in the best way he could express. Sayer Starr hears a beat in the Ferrari's roaring engine and starts to put words to it, stimulated by the hard-hitting driver of his heart he was crooning close at the side of.
"The sweet fragrance of love weaves all around me
Is there no way for me to satisfy your heart?
Ohh you… Ohh you…"
"Sounds like the introduction to one of your crowd-pleasing songs, boys." Michelle had an ear for music as she gives Robin a smile and squeeze to his bare upper thigh in the tight back seat. That makes the pretty boy idol (wearing nothing save a pair of minty shorts) soon rise to the occasion and join in Sayer's unrehearsed vocalizing, obviously stirred by his own unabashedly tactile muse.
"With just a gentle touch of your hand
In the light of the stars I can tell that
It's you… It's you…"
Terry combines his two brothers' melody and harmony with some musically inspired music of his own flowing design as he takes on the next bar. He breathes in the sweet rose scent of Susan's soft hair where she was leaning to him in her black mesh shawl, as Terry's deep tenor then intones his heartfelt lyrics to the quiet lady shivering with delight on his lap.
"We fatefully met across an endless galaxy
Never let go of your heart as it trembles just for me."
It was an upbeat song only passionate, talented super stars first falling in love could so beautifully compose and spontaneously sing in perfect key and rhythm like this.
Sayer, Terry and Robin Starr croon in unison to their individual personal princesses in perfect chorus all through this thrilling new composition as they shoot across any horizon on the Three Lights' newly carved Starline:
"Longing so deeply for this burning love
Don't lose sight of it, don't lose sight of it!
No matter where I'm singing from, this song will
Make you turn your head, make you turn your head"
"Don't look away from me!"
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch those lips away in a stolen breath!"
"Don't look away from me!
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch away your everything, I'll even steal your heart!"
"Oh, no, no, Oh, no, no"
"Even if your heart is swallowed up by darkness
I'll protect you no matter what it takes
Ohh you… ohh you…"
"I might always wear a poker face but
You're the only one that I want to show my true self to
Only you… only you…"
"With the power of the unstoppable falling stars I'll
Be able to find my path and chase the light to follow you!"
"Even if the light of hope is disappearing,
I'll illuminate it! I'll illuminate it!
Standing at the edge of your line of sight
There we are, Stage on! There we are, Stage on!"
"Don't look away from me!"
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch those lips away in a stolen breath!"
"Don't look away from me!"
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch away your everything, even stealing your heart!"
"Ahhh oh, no! Ahh, oh no!
Ah Ahhh oh, no! Ahh oh, no!"
"Ahh! Ahh-ahh! Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh!"
And a dazzling new Three Lights' song was being born, with the trio of young performers' catchy tune of this improvised "Starline" playing in the background of their linked musical hearts. Michelle was appreciatively cooing while brushing back Robin's silvery hair flowing in the breeze beside her from his winsome face as he melodically serenaded her with his lips and his eyes; Susan, in admiring raptures was reveling to be gloriously pressed tight against Terry's sonorous, expanded manly diaphragm chest; and Tara was clapping along in excitement at having a better than front row, inaugural seat to this impromptu Three Lights concert.
"Longing so deeply for this burning love
Don't lose sight of it, don't lose sight of it!"
No matter where I'm singing from, this song will
Make you turn your head, make you turn your head!"
The dance mix enveloped vehicle explodes with acapella music from the convertible's inside, lighting up the highway while three perfectly blended voices in the red hot Ferrari, filled with gorgeous voiced song, zips down towards the coastline as Alex rolls her eyes to the heavens.
"Don't look away from me!"
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch those lips away in a stolen breath!"
"Don't look away from me!"
"Don't hold your voice from me!"
"I'll snatch away your everything, even stealing your heart!"
"Ahhh oh, no! Ahh, oh no!
Ah Ahhh oh, no! Ahh oh, no!"
And after a few stunned moments in awe of their collective shine, the most grounded Outer Scout wished she had earplugs as Sayer Starr was belting out the impulsive, unplanned ditty right in her ringing ear as she burned up the highway...
Sunshine and vacationers fill the beach's shores. This hottest of hot July days in this normally colder climate country brought the sweltering crowds out in droves.
The minute their bus stops, the Inner Sailor Scout girls hit the beach, acting like a bunch of escapee criminals, more than four demure and mature adult women. Their sheltered city existence was thrown to the wind as they set off to fully enjoy the summer beach scene.
In her sporty one piece trimmed in white, Lita and her friend Lizzie both, in almost matching green bathing suits they had selected together in the mall, cling to "Big Brother" Andrew (who they both finally convinced to take off from work) on this fine sunny day. Their eyes look at the other hunky men peppered along the beach, so Andrew protectively—and maybe a bit jealously—hangs onto them both. The trio of Irishers, all wearing of the green, bring a color coordinated, lucky Kelly glow to the seashore scene.
Making a moviestar scene wherever she went from beneath those pointed cat lady (or was it a throwback to Sailor V?) white sunglasses, orange and black striped Mina drags poor Ken to and fro, like an orange apricot top spinning out of control in the baking heat under her matching baseball cap. Did she wear it to keep the sun from her eyes or to make a definitive fashion statement? With Mina, one never knew for sure. Ken himself was decked out in similar shaded swimming trunks, not seeming to mind her loud vivacity one bit.
A cerulean sky blue teeny weeny bikini Amy had called Greg up last night, and his punctual bus meets her here at the seaside. An anxious young man by nature, Greg was nervous to see his given-up-for-lost love again. The dark brown haired boy, shyly donning a shade of azure trunks, meets up with a pleased as blueberry punch Amy, his eyes bugging out at her rather risqué tiny and brassy low-cut cerulean blue bikini.
Long time couple, Molly and Melvin, soon joins the gang after, by chance, spotting Serena's friends there. The two of them were at the beach already, catching up on the lost time together of the past year or so as they were also catching rays of the sun. (At least Molly was, Melvin having some allergy to certain SPF sunscreens, so he shielded his tender skin from the sun's blistering rays with some cockamamie hat and even kookier coke-bottle swirly, prescription sunglasses of humongous proportions.)
Responsible pretty in pink swimsuit Rini splashes about with her baby sister and Sammy. Little RiRi was finding endless fuchsia pleasure in dunking Artemis in the shallow water section she was playing in, under Luna's watchful eye. Poor Artemis was wishing he was anywhere else right then, as Luna and Diana, each with cute little straw hats Rini had stolen from RiRi's baby dolls, giggle along with the children at the 'wet rat' the poor drenched white cat turned into after the sixth dunk or so.
Determined to get a proper tan this year, vain Rei Hino, the 'movie star' of the group, was in a fashionable new crimson red onesie swimsuit, complete with dark mod sunglasses. The short-tempered temple beauty orders her 'slave' Chad about, as he unsuccessfully attempts, over and over, to juggle reflectors and stand an umbrella up for his sunbathing, demanding diva.
The blazing sun shines down upon the excited beachcombers, gleaming off Melvin's lollipop glasses so much that Molly had to ask him to remove the glare. Melvin obliges her every word, though his resulting catastrophic stumbling over unsuspecting sun-tanning bodies are the outcome of his near blind vision without his glasses.
Fun and sand and splashing water, the beach was alive with the sounds of happy laughter under this perfect blue sky day. A red Ferrari soon speeds up, with more long-starved-for-the-fresh-ocean-shore, remainder of the Sailor gang who explode from it.
Actually, only Sayer explodes from the topless convertible in a stellar leap straight up and out, as Alex rolls her eyes at him, and she exits the sports car's door like a civilized motorist.
Terry, Susan, Robin, Michelle and Tara calmly follow, some laughing, some exasperated at his childlike boyishness as the teenaged singer in the red shorts bounds towards the sands of the inviting beach.
"There you guys are! Finally!" Rei lifts her shades, noticing the stunning group coming towards her.
Who didn't notice them? Every female's eyes were on the Three Lights, sure that they were movie stars from their gorgeous looks. But they were not yet associating these three hunks with the long missing, beloved cult classic, rock idol group.
Strutting beside the notable idol dreamboats, the Outer Sailor trio also take the beach by storm, all the eyes of the men on the shore were drawn to chic and shapely, elegant Michelle and demure with a perfect-tan-already-achieved Susan, not to mention tall, confident Alex's legs being quite a draw on their own.
"You're late." Rei chides them as the group come to her beckoning call.
Living up to his status as pampered celebutante beside his breathtaking partner in Michelle, carrying nothing but his good looks with him, Robin merely shrugs at full-figured Rei's bedazzled mystic purple making goo-goo eyes upon him.
"Fashionably." Comes Michelle's posh answer to her rival with the extrasensory gifted orbs. Sensing the danger from the other girls, the saucily smiling, curvaceous ocean empress, Michelle possessively steers her silver stunner away in the opposing direction towards the more entrancing, dancing sea.
That left only Terry loaded down with the towels and beach blankets slung over his shoulders. A basket full of summer necessities and amenities was held on his one arm, with Susan hanging like an accessory on the other's musculature.
"Maybe you should jump in the water already, Rei. You look like an oil rag." Lifting his cool sunglasses halfway as he trots up with rippling arm biceps flexed from bopping some gorgeous chick's beach ball in the right way, Sayer couldn't hold his tongue from commenting on Rei's purposely sun-tanning oily form.
The sporty third Light rudely approaches, peeking under the umbrella shade where the 'queen of Sheba' ruled the roost on her throne of a beach chair with all the reflectors, drinks on a little table with umbrella gear Chad subserviently had set up for his temple goddess.
"'Oil rag!?' Why you!" Rei whips off her own shades, jumping up, the anger of Mars unleashed.
"What'd this creep say to you, Rei?!" Chad comes running up to her rescue, knowing all about the kind of men who approach beautiful ladies on the beach. A tall glass of tropical punch splashes all over a passing Luna's head as a result, as Artemis laughs aloud. After all her ragging on him, the catty kitty got her just desserts.
"Oh. It's you guys." After wiping his shaggy hair from his eyes, Chad recognized the group from yesterday as Serena's friends. Nonetheless, he still looks at Sayer warily, though Sayer's mind was no longer considering Rei enough to insult her again. Rather, his wolfish eyes were scanning the crowded beach, catching a glimpse of some even more busty women down the other end, their own come-hither gazes aimed right in his direction.
Blood boiling at this audacious piece of star's wandering soul, Alex roughly grabs hold of Sayer's nomadic chin, tearing his eyes from those battering eyelids to her own fuming green ones.
Knowing he was treading into deep waters, Sayer spontaneously spots something that might be useful to his plight. "Look, Ally! Let's get on one of those." He points, pretending that was what he had been looking at the whole time.
Yeah, right. Alex figured out his shenanigans all too well already, and was ready to give Sayer what-for when she sees now what he was pointing at, and her angry eyes light up. Maybe I'll enjoy playing this your way…
"Come on!" Sayer grabs hold of her one arm, dragging her—only a few yards before Alex independently untangles herself, flattening Sayer to the sand in a jujitsu move, no less—towards a fleet of jet skis moored off a side dock near the shore. "See ya later!" Sayer calls back to Terry with a wave, as he and Alex disappear into the crowd down the shoreline.
The rest of the little party soon find diversions of their own. After a romantic side by side gaze over the sparkling waters holding hands in each other's unspoken soul, Michelle insists on taking Robin scuba-diving. He acquiesces, even if he was a little concerned about getting his hair wet and flattened in her ocean. Michelle was of the opinion the sea belonged to her—just like Robin did. So she might as well introduce them to each other properly.
Besides, you look so darn adorable—not to mention sexy—in that form fitting scuba-suit and snorkel, dearest! I could eat you up! The aqua siren's thoughts take all the oxygen from whatever room was in Robin's now shared mind.
Tara joins Rini and RiRi in burying Sammy in the sand, as the boy spouts a million questions about their exciting roles as Sailor Scouts, now that he knew the truth. Even being fully buried in the golden sand could not shut him up, and Rini was more than annoyed by now. Although, Tara still found the young man rather amusing, giggling girlishly as RiRi copycats, doing the same to poor, wet Artemis, her newest, furry white "dollie."
After chatting a bit with Rei and Chad, Lita, Mina and Amy come by to say 'hi' along with their entourage. Andrew eyes Terry suspiciously after both his sister and Lita give the tall and intelligent, polite and dashing, mahogany hair ponytailed idol just a little bit TOO much attention for his taste.
Ken liked the well-spoken man right away, and the gorgeous, mature woman hanging on his arm in that revealing purple bikini was not too bad either. Something—after being disappointed that Robin had already been whisked away—Mina soon figures out, quickly bidding 'adieu' to Susan and hauling Ken away to the safety of the kiddie shallow beach scarp section.
Poor Greg felt immensely inadequate again, not able to honestly compare what he used to think, until this very moment, his own shaped-up and exercised body, to Terry Starr's tall, well-toned form. But thinking with her smitten heart more than her clinical head now, Amy opted otherwise, she silently impressed with the maturing change in Greg during the period of time they had not seen each other. Not that any of that sort of corporeal physicality mattered all that much to her. Amy believed brains and kindness were more important than looks. And though Terry did have an ample amount of all three, Amy was still irrationally sweet on her sweet Greg.
And such as that was the mysterious beauty of young love.
Soon the surf comes up and talking becomes a thing of the past. The eager girls all drag their dates for a long-awaited swim in the deep ocean blue.
"Would you like to—?" Terry begins to ask a firmly rooted to her spot Susan if she'd like to join the others playfully splashing in the water.
"I think we should keep an eye on the children, don't you?" Motioning to Tara, Rini and RiRi a distance away on the shoreline, the three were still all laughing and crowding over besieged Sammy. The Princess' little brother's head was the only thing left sticking out while Artemis skulks off silently, little hyperactive RiRi's attention finally having been diverted. "I like to see them having a good time." Susan comments, truly pleased to see the young people's smiling faces, as Terry lays out a beach blanket and expertly—unlike poor Chad, his umbrella again fallen down to Rei's vocal consternation—blocks the sun, not to mention as many male eyes as possible from his Susan, with an umbrella over her delectable form.
"Thank you." She smiles at him gratefully. "I wouldn't want to be any darker than I am already." She looks apologetically at him, thinking the creamy white skin of most of the girls she knew was far more desirable, as per Japanese culture.
"I think you have the most perfect skin tone." Terry's eyes approvingly watch Susan extend her long legs over the blanket. He touches her bare shoulder gently, giving naughty Susan a sudden thought.
"Terry darling, I made sure Tara was wearing her sun block, but I seem to have forgotten to put on mine. And I left it in the car. Would you…?" Susan's long eyelashes flutter up at him.
"Of course, my lady." Terry quickly trots off towards the Ferrari parked quite a distance away, catching every female eye as he passes, of course.
"Hey there, pretty lady." A strange man's voice says almost immediately as soon as Terry leaves, obviously waiting somewhere nearby for Susan to be left alone. The man moves the umbrella Terry had put up, revealing the full view of her laying out, extremely shapely body and Susan could see the one speaking was not alone. Two other young men, not in bad physical shape, either (though they were nothing compared to her Terry) were flanking his two sides, blocking the sun in front of Susan.
And all three were leering and grinning at her in a way the shy, quiet female didn't like at all.
"Hello." Non-confrontational Susan only manages to say shyly, not knowing what to say and looks down.
"You want to go for a swim with us? Huh, baby?" The one who now spoke was the man who must've thought he was pretty cool with his half shaven head.
"'Course she does! She wouldn't be here wearin' such a pretty suit if she didn't want to swim." He admires Susan's skimpy bikini with his big greedy eyes and she instantly regrets having worn it.
"Come on, baby. Let's go for a swim together. It'll be fun." At the nasty way the man says the word "fun," the second man grabs Susan's arm, pulling her up from where she was sitting on the beach blanket.
"No please! I don't wish to swim—" Susan pleads, as, laughing, the first, heftier man, takes rough hold of her other arm. Continuing to laugh, the three of them drag an unwilling Susan along towards the water's edge.
But they only get a few meters, before the two holding her feel a strong arm, forcefully removing their hands from holding Susan.
"The lady says she doesn't wish to." Terry's low voice rumbles like low thunder as he effortlessly tosses the men aside by their arms, sending them both flying into the sand, face-down.
"You think you're a hot shot, huh, pretty boy?" The third man didn't take too kindly to how his friends were just treated, and decides to get back at the stuck-up jerk responsible for their embarrassment.
Bad idea.
One swift trained-soldier punch, and knocking the ruffian flat was all it took for star-powered Terry to convince any other would be attackers that this woman was off-limits. Everyone in the vicinity watches the scene with interest.
"Forgive me, Susan, but I—" Terry begins, his voice still firm as he watches the two men lucky enough to just be thrown, help their third unfortunate buddy Terry had put out of commission limp away.
"Darling, you're wonderful!" Susan exclaims, clinging to his chest, filled with adoration for her handsome rescuer as Terry silently holds her close, vigilant eyes scanning the area for any other problem individuals.
"Are you all right, Susan?" Amy breathlessly asks, with Lita and Rei running up from out of the water behind her.
"Puu!" Rini rushes up, with a worried Tara right behind her, holding RiRi, a sand shedding Sammy close in the rear.
"I'm fine…now." Susan smiles at their concerned faces. "I'm fine." She repeats, looking up into Terry's eyes, feeling so safe, so protected, and so loved in his arms.
"Well, that's a relief." Rei rearranges her bun-style hairnet with a sigh.
"Gotta watch out for bums like that." Lita beams accusing glaring eyes at the surrounding men on the beach, who shrink away from the tall guardian of Jupiter's death glare.
"Yeah!" Lizzie adds, folding her arms at Lita's back like a tough guy.
"Bozos." Molly's thick accent made the word sound funny, though she intended it to be mean.
Susan nods as Terry gently sits her back down, reestablishing the umbrella in its correct position in the sand.
"Forget about it, Susan. That always happens to the prettiest girls on the beach. We get that kind of thing all the time." Mina joins, wringing out her long, very wet, platinum blonde hair, and flipping it over her shoulder. Obviously, she considered herself one of those girls that got so much attention on the beach. "Right, gals?" The rest of the Sailor Team all nod seriously, (with the exception of shy Amy and quiet Tara) each with their own streak of vanity.
"Yeah, right, girls. You wish." Sammy smirks, always getting a laugh out of teasing his sister's besties.
"SAMMY!" They all simultaneously shout, insulted. Mina, Lita, Rei and Rini grab a leg and an arm each, and carry a dissenting, screaming Sammy to the water's edge. On the count of three, they dump the smart mouthed lad into the ocean. Thank goodness by now, he had finally learned how to swim. Amy was an excellent teacher after Sammy had gotten over that first crush.
"RiRi!" RiRi shouts, pointing to herself, wanting to join in the wet and wild fun.
"All right. We're going swimming, too!" Tara smiles to her little charge, keeping RiRi safe at the low end while the rest of the Scouts take out their energetic fervor on a soaking Sammy, pelting him with wave after wave of unforgiving torrents of water.
"Surf's up, dude!" Chad's perfect surfer voice calls out to them, expertly riding a monstrous wave crest on his trusty board by himself, threatening to crash down on them all.
Andrew, Ken, a shaky Greg, and even a glasses-less Melvin ("'Aaahhhh! Cowabunga!") try to stay on their rented surf boards behind him. Scrambling out of the way, all the girls make it to safety, though they leave an already water-logged Sammy to be rained upon by the deliberate, incoming wave.
"Watch out, dude!" Chad gives a final warning as he rides the wave out. Andrew, Ken and Greg do fairly well behind him (only half had fallen in the water), but poor Melvin gets totally dunked, joining Sammy beneath the waves. Molly soon comes to her unskilled boyfriend's rescue, making it seem not so bad, and even complimenting his bravery to face such a 'massive' wave.
Our dazzling group was the life of the beach it seemed, everyone around soon joining in their merry laughter.
Susan had all but forgotten about the frightening events of a few minutes before, except the part about Terry being her wonderful hero. "Did you find it?" She turns from the bantering water sprites before her, looking up to the handsome composer adoringly.
"Hmmm?" Embarrassed, Terry's mind blushes when she finds him busy studying her physicality.
"The sunscreen lotion?" Susan prompts with a small, coy smile at the man seated on the beach blanket next to her.
"Oh, yes." Terry picks up the small bottle he had dropped before in the sand near them, holding it up to the air for Susan to see.
"My long nails make it so difficult." She displays her lovely, long lavender fingernails. "Perhaps, you would help me apply it?" Susan bats her eyelashes at Terry's widened eyes.
"Certainly." The intellectual smiles stoically, truly wanting to accommodate his lady in every way possible and he was particularly keen on protecting her health. Pouring some of the oily sunscreen lotion in his hands, Terry kneels close to her, gently rubbing it to Susan's shoulders and arms with tentative long fingers. As he softly touches her silky back through the mesh overlay and tiny, thin stomach, the responsible young man remembers what he thought not so long ago, blushing at his error.
"Here, too." Susan points to her neck and exposed upper chest, and Terry's obliging digits do as he was instructed, caressing on her neck with the moisturizing lotion.
Shaking himself awake from this sweet delirium, trying to keep some semblance of staid propriety, Terry clears his throat. The comely singer refills his hands with the protective lotion, deciding it may be safer to first move down to Susan's stretched out, luxurious legs, but finds himself wrong again. Starting at her beautifully elegant feet, which he couldn't help but playfully tickle a bit as Susan's melodic giggle was music to his tuneful ears. Terry then travels to her well turned ankles, up her curvaceous calves and around her shapely lower legs. But his conscience pauses at her knees, eyes peeking up at her shyly, his hands almost afraid (at himself mostly) to proceed up any further.
"Go on." She urges. "You wouldn't want me to get sunburned there, would you?" She blinks her eyes down at the man kneeled at her feet innocently.
"No, no…of course, I wouldn't." Usually eloquent Terry Starr stumbles the words as his lotioned hands smoothly and oh-so-gingerly move upwards along the pair of her soft, luscious thighs, causing the woman lying on the beach towel to sigh at his ministrations.
"Susan," Terry breathes, "do you know what you're doing to me?" His honed control was just about to give way, no matter how hard the upright young man was trying to behave.
"Yes..." Susan whispers back, sparkling eyes smiling coyly as her long dark green tresses blow in the soft sea breeze tantalizing his self-control even further.
"Good." Glad they were mostly obscured under the large canopy umbrella, Terry wraps his arms around Susan's bared back, hands cupping around her chin and neck as his open mouth makes a dive right for the lagoon of her parted lips in eager anticipation...
SPLA-ASHHH!
Suddenly, they're both showered with cool streams of water, as a jet ski comes to a sideways slamming halt, splashing them purposely.
"Good shot, Ally! Gotcha both wet!" Sayer's loud voice could still be heard over the jet skis running motor, playfully congratulating Alex's jet ski that was now circling back around as he waves to his now soaked brother and Susan from his new "toy."
Sayer then speeds off, dousing Terry and Susan again, as the original culprit jet ski with the more controlled golden haired driver gives Terry a striking glare as she passes, then chases Sayer into the ocean's sparkling horizon.
Schools of tropical fish of all shapes and varieties and colors of the rainbow quickly swim by in formation. Creatures of all sorts crawl and slither in slow motion on the ocean floor, hiding under the rocks and the coral which sway rhythmically in the undercurrent.
Lazily, the waterscape flows its deep aqua blue shades, teeming with life in the ocean's ominous vastness, quite unexpectedly taking Robin Starr's breath away. His large green eyes expand even wider as if opened for the first time in awe at his watery surroundings. In this quiet, solitary environment he never knew existed in such hidden beauty before, Robin feels his very essence being lifted out of himself, making him yearn to learn of it more.
And moreover, the one who was introducing him to its splendor.
"Welcome to my world." The sweet voice echoing in his head makes the sea's stark silence seem deafening, as Robin watches Michelle easily swim up to him. Even in her scuba-diving gear and bodysuit, the daughter of the water effortlessly glides to him like she was indeed a fantasized mermaid.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Michelle's melodious strains coo directly into his mind, soulfully touching her soft, warm waves into every corner of its depths too, into the dark places where Robin once felt so alone. "Seahorses, for example, are monogamous animals who mate with only one chosen partner in destiny for a lifetime. True love, you might say."
Bedazzled, he watches with interest as a pair of iridescent seahorses Michelle gestures to begins to dance to their mating ritual before his amazed eyes. The male starts the courtship by proudly displaying his attractive wares, swathed in purple, gold and silver scales as the female dances in joy for him, drawing him nearer to her. The two ocean equines gracefully encircle one another in an underwater ballet, until they finally combine through the entwining of their tails as one, mated for the rest of their lives.
One in destiny for a lifetime…true love…?
The spectacular performance and sentiment of which was remarkable to inexperienced-in-matters-of-love Robin Starr's entranced eyes behind his scuba mask, perhaps was inspiring him to join as one even more with his mermaid in this unexpected love courtship of his own.
"More like breathtaking…" All at once, Robin could intrinsically feel how in tune with the ocean Michelle really was, and how natural it was for her to be here. She was in her element, a true mermaid wrapped in the sea's deep aqua blue-green arms. As his arms slowly reach out to embrace her delightfully mesmerizing beauty, Robin was that close to wishing he could sprout a tail to join in her oceanic ballet as his spirit caresses his star chosen partner in destiny...
Giggling pleased at his attentions entirely on her, femininely playing hard-to-get Michelle stylishly swims through the flow in combination of seahorse and angelfish, showing off her excellent Olympic quality swimming skills a bit for her audience. Robin and the surrounding fish both find her similar ballet like movements quite appealing. Drifting to him, Michelle takes both Robin's hands in hers, a sense of weightlessness taking over as she pulls him along, beginning to explore all the ocean had to offer.
She leads them like an elegant tropical flying fish gliding like second nature through a sea of dark caves, for this ocean princess had no fear of other sea life.
Although, she did have a dislike for sea cucumbers and hoped she wouldn't see any today.
Sensing her slight discomfort on the psychic plane they shared at the unsightly underwater creature's thought, Robin himself was not so sure of this dangerous, water encapsulated excursion, as his eyes try to clear through the inky blackness this deep down, but to no avail.
"Are you sure there aren't any dangerous creatures in there?" Robin was silently grateful for their ability to speak to each other's minds, deep sea scuba diving eerily cutting one off from the comforting sound of another human being's voice.
"Of course there are creatures. The sea is wonderfully alive with them. Everything in life has a degree of danger. That's what makes it exciting." Michelle giggles at him, closing her eyes, becoming one with the great sea as together they swim through its deep blueness, hand in hand.
"Yeah…exciting…" Peering into the cavern, Robin wouldn't consider himself at all a squeamish person, but the thought of meeting a man-eating shark face on—as seen in way too many shark attack cheesy movies Sayer had been playing on repeat all last night—was not his idea of a good time.
Between the fearsome predators and the rising amorous sentiments his lonely heart didn't quite know how to yet deal with, Robin starts to feel a little bit anxious.
That's when the soothing sound of Michelle's voice goes silent, her eyes still closed, absorbing the deep ambiance around her.
"Don't you trust me?" Her eyes open slowly under her scuba mask, looking to Robin through his, questioningly, though traces of a smile were tickling her lips. Moist lips which Robin suddenly wanted to test if they tasted the same underwater...
Maybe I don't trust me in the end… Robin thinks to himself with a smirk, as Michelle's overactive physical flirtations would sometimes get the better of both of them.
"What was that, dearest?" Michelle asks, though listening to the sea's utter calmness, she still vaguely caught one of Robin's stray thoughts.
"Uh…that you and I must be great friends." Robin quickly covers up, even though it didn't make any sense at all. That's when a large, exotic, puffer fish swishes its spiny tail right in his face, as if on purpose.
"I think we're more than friends…Je'taime." Michelle pulls him closer to her with that gravity-less draw through the waters, wishing neither of them had all that gear on at the moment, as a harmless octopus gazes at the trying to be intimate couple with curiosity.
"What's that phrase mean?" Robin loved the high-class tone of the French language, but had a hard time holding on to any of its words.
"'Je'taime'" Michelle whispers directly to his soul. "My friend, my love." She smiles shyly at him with the direct translation, her blue eyes still breathtaking and beautiful even beneath that bulky mask, had a softening effect upon him.
"I'm glad you brought me here, Michelle." He squeezes her rubbery gloved hands affectionately.
"The ocean is a part of me. And I want you to know every part of me." She flutters her eyelids femininely at him while her slender body flows alongside. "Just as I want to know every part of you…Je'taime."
"You do?" Whispering outside the secret whispers of his heart, illuminated in Michelle's shine which was all enveloping down here especially, Robin could almost not feel that inner sense of closure ebbing from the darkness. His mental arms reach out for her again, his mind ready, determined and fully able to embrace all her mystic charms and, through their astral link, essentially make love to her in a way only two psychics understood, tail or no.
And coquettish Michelle could not dance away from him, this time…
But a shadow which suddenly blocks out the sun's already subdued rays snatches his romantic attention away, as if the ocean walls would threaten to crash down on his heart just starting to open, when the magical bubble of entrancement bursts...
"What was that, Michelle!?" Apprehensive, the Sailor Soldier of the Star Healer quickly and efficiently moves forward with breaststrokes above, protectively on the defensive in front of her. In a total character reversal, in the face of actual danger, this Sailor Starlight would put Michelle's safety first before his own.
"Oh..." Michelle sighs, her romantic mood stolen by the tide. "It's only some of those bothersome jet ski machines." She and Robin swim on together, perfectly in time, upwards, as their allotted oxygen tanks were about spent anyway.
Once up to the clear blue water's surface, both of them remove their scuba masks, taking in the fresh salty air, and catch sight of the two jet skis, speeding around the cove like a pair of whirling dervishes.
"They're not as much fun at all." Still disappointed by her romantic moment with him lost from before, Michelle floats lazily into a backstroke, Robin slowly scissoring at her side towards the shore. Both refined young people preferred the calm ocean waves over the choppy seas the intruding machines were causing above sea.
But the two riders at the controls were not quite of the same opinion.