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PROMPT: Life's a Beach

Rain

"What are you doing?" Rose asked, her voice thick with sleep and her golden hair mused around her head.

Emmett, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the candy jar, swallowed. "Just checking the weather."

Rose let out a massive yawn. "Why?"

Emmett shrugged his shoulders and actually felt his body begin to sweat. He didn't lie to Rose. They didn't have secrets, and this one was killing him. "Just wanted to know what it was doing."

Rose pushed herself up into a sitting position; her breasts bared as she leaned her neck back and stretched.

The urge to lick the long column of skin that she presented to him was almost overwhelming… almost.

"Does it really matter?" Rose asked, her eyes still hooded with sleep. Last night, they'd barely left each other alone. Emmett couldn't keep his hands off her. She was beautiful. Her hair, golden like sun-kissed rays, hung around her shoulders, the tip ticking the tops of her breasts. Her blue eyes were lighter towards the outside, getting darker closer to the pupil. Her skin was pale, like porcelain, delicate and fragile. Emmett loved kissing it, seeing the purple bruises his mouth could elicit.

"I was just hoping we could go to the beach," Emmett told her, not looking into her eyes. Because he knew if he did, he'd blurt out everything that was in his mind. And right now, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"We can still go," Rose told him. "Sitting in the rain, watching the waves," she shrugged her shoulders. "It could be romantic."

"Yeah," Emmett said, giving her a small smile as Rose rolled out of bed, walking gloriously naked to the bathroom.

The second after she had shut the door, Emmett threw himself down on the bed. This was not how any of this was meant to be going. He had an entire plan, one that had taken him months to come up with. Everything had been orchestrated perfectly. He, Jake, and Paul had come down one weekend and walked along the beach, looking for the perfect spot. The beach was quiet, the forest bordering on it, the blue of the ocean and the green of the leaves melding together perfectly. It was beautifully tranquil. Emmett had stashed a bag in the boot of his car, champagne, fairy lights, and a blanket in there. He'd practised his speech, again and again, making sure he knew it off by heart.

Emmett had thought about everything - except for the fucking weather. That was the one thing he couldn't plan for, apparently. It was the middle of July. I was meant to be sunny, warm even, but no. It was pissing it down with rain, despite what the weather forecasts had predicted.

Unfortunately for Emmett, the rain washed away his plans.

When Rose emerged from the bathroom, still wonderfully naked and looking thoroughly fucked, Emmett realised that it didn't matter. It didn't matter if it didn't happen the way he thought it would - the way he had planned. All that mattered was Rose.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose asked, looking down at her body, her hands wringing themselves self-consciously.

Emmett knelt on the bed and pulled Rose onto it. "You are so beautiful."

A blush covered her entire body, making Emmett hard.

"I had this thing planned out for us this weekend. We were going to go down to the beach, watch the waves, and sit under the sun. But the rain's fucked that up."

Rose laughed, her eyes slightly wide.

"I realised that none of that matters. All that matters is you." He took a deep breath.

He released one of her hands and turned slightly. Opening up the bedside drawer, Emmett reached into it and pulled out one the little black box that he had been carrying around for the last few months.

Rose gasped, her eyes flying from his to the box in his hand, her fingers tightening around his.

"I love you, Rosie. I have since the moment you kneed me in the balls for being in the women's toilet."

She giggled at the memory.

"And I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you and wondering how I got so fucking lucky. So will you do me the incredible honour of marrying me?"

He'd barely got the words out before Rose was nodding, wrapping both her arms around his neck and crushing her lips to his. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

Emmett laughed, pure joy coursing through his body.

Rose moved her lips, kissing his face and neck, and together, they fell back on the bed, Rose on top of Emmett.

As she slid onto him, Emmett was glad they didn't go to the beach - they couldn't do this in public.

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