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He chuckled to himself and said to himself, You've always got to make it a challenge, don't you, doll? Nick took a quick swig of the tea and smiled at her warmly, "Thanks, Elsy. I don't know if I've mentioned this, but you're the best." He set the glass down and sprayed a little cologne on his neck, still naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. She wanted to stay in, then. She wanted to be close. Of course, she had no idea the condition the house was in. He looked down at his phone again, checking the time, 4:30. He had about three hours until sundown, and about two hours before both of them would be starving for dinner. It was just about perfect... if he could get her out of the beach house for those first two hours. "Alright babe, you win. How about pizza and a movie here?" he asked with a smile and a wink. "But first, how about at least a little walk on the beach and maybe a little swim? I need a little sunlight. I... um, don't suppose you brought a swimsuit?" He raised his eyebrow at her, knowing full well he'd bought something rather revealing for her after the last time they'd been down here.
 
She thought for a moment but then shook her head, "No...I don't have a swimsuit. When I came down here I thought I was going to find you dead or have to kill you myself for trying to kill yourself, so swimming wasn't on my mind." then she grinned at him and leaned against the doorframe, eyeing his muscly chest and arms. "I could probably go buy one though. There have to be tourist shops around here somewhere, right?" she'd brought everything she'd bought that one day home with her when they'd left the beach house the first time. She had thought she'd get more notice before they came down here again, or would at least have time to go pick something up.

(It's short, sorry.)
 
He raised an eyebrow at her playfully when she teased him again about killing himself. When she leaned against the doorframe and started looking over him, he felt little shivers going up and down his body. His own eyes were drawn over her own leaning body. He actually got so distracted that he lost track of the conversation they were having. "Sorry... what? Oh... right," he thought for a second about the tiny triangle top bikini with a thong bottom he'd bought her. A small grin spread over his face, but he was torn. It would work far better with his plan to go shopping with her, not to mention, shopping with her sounded like a great deal of fun. "I know a couple of shops nearby," he said, deciding. "Let me go put on some swim trunks," he said and, grabbing his glass of tea, opened the door to the master bedroom, careful not to let her see into the messy room, "No peeking. I'm still saving this room for a surprise." He closed the door and immediately flipped open his phone, starting to send text messages. He spoke teasingly through the door to cover how long he was taking, "Thanks for the tea, Elsy, I didn't know you Northern gals drank sweet tea."
 
Elsa smiled at him, "Yeah. I think sweet tea is okay. I'd rather have a mocha frapp, but I can deal with sweet tea." then she laughed, completely aware that southern people (especially men) were not in tune to the Starbuck's craze the way northerners were. In fact, Elsa rarely ever got to have her coffee now that she lived here. In Boston she'd go to Starbuck's every day, at least once if not twice. A venti mocha frappucino kept her running through the day. Here she had to rely on sweet tea, which was not the same in any way shape or form. She stood outside the bathroom door still, not peeking into the master bedroom as he'd asked her not to. She figured it probably looked like a bomb had gone off in there. No woman to clean meant that it was probably in terrible shape. She grinned to herself. He needed her, it was obvious. She needed him too though, undoubtedly.
 
He laughed as he pulled on a pair of red swim trunks from his closet and a Hawaiian style shirt, leaving it open. "You know there's a Starbuck's on the first floor of our building right?" he asked her as he checked his phone for responses. He deepened his drawl to an almost ridiculous tone and added, "We may not have 'em on every corner here, but we ain't totally uncivilized."

He stepped back into the bathroom with his hands in his pockets, wearing bright blue sunglasses and flip-flops with his shirt open. "Ready for some shopping?" he asked and offered her his hand to hold. He couldn't stand it; after being without her for a few days, he was craving even the smallest sign of affection from her.
 
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "We have what?" she had had absolutely no idea that there'd been a Starbuck's in their building. She had never spent any time in the building except on their floor, so how would she know? The day of her interview she'd barely spent any time in the building, and it'd been the same every day since then. "Well, I'll have to go there as soon as we get back," she stuck her tongue out at him playfully and extended her hand to his, squeezing it gently.

"Yes, I'm ready. And might I say that you look like a ridiculous tourist with your silly Hawaiian shirt," she giggled at him and squeezed his hand again, opening the door and stepping out into the sun.
 
He stuck his tongue back out at her and gave her a little raspberry. "So casual is not my specialty, sue me," he winked at her and followed her out the door, locking it behind them. It felt absolutely wonderful to be hand in hand with her again. Despite the heat, the sun felt wonderfully appropriate. "Oh... I'm hoping you don't mind driving, there's a little 'surf' shop just up Seawall Drive, but I... think I may have parked a little ways away and taken a cab home," he grinned a little sheepishly, remembering being convinced by a bartender that it would be a shame to wrap a Lamborghini around a tree.

He followed her down to her car and walked towards the passenger side. He felt curiosity building a little in him. This was the first time he'd actually gone shopping with her, and a swimsuit could be an interesting item to be shopping for. Shopping with a woman always told you a lot about her, in his opinion, and as Elsa was by far the most interesting subject to him in his life, he geared his eyes and mind up to try and pick up on the most subtle of details of this experience.
 
"Mmm. I could sue you. I am on good terms with the best lawyer in Boston..." she giggled again and squeezed his hand once more as they descended the steps to the pavement. She looked up at him and then shook her head when he said he'd parked a ways away. He'd been drunk as a skunk she thought. At least someone had convinced him not to drive. Not only could the car have been totaled, but he could have been totaled too. She dug into her purse and pulled out her keys, pushing the button on the fab to unlock the doors.

She got around to the driver's side and got in, buckling her seat belt and tossing her purse over onto his lap. "Hold that for me, babe?" she asked with him a little smirk. Once he was in and buckled she started the car and backed up, making her way over to the seawall drive towards the surf shop. She stopped when they got there, pulling into a parking space next to the little shop. She got out and walked over to the door of the shop. "So, are you going to let me pick or are you going to be all possessive of what I wear?"
 
He laughed at her joke, wondering whether 'lack of casual fashion sense' could be considered a frivolous lawsuit. He raised an eyebrow at her when she tossed her purse in his lap, and gave her a look of disapproval that was completely for show. Truth be told, having such a typical boyfriend duty as holding her purse was a little bit of a thrill. He reached over and gently touched the nape of her neck, intertwining his fingers into her hair as she drove, careful not to be too distracting. He really did love her so.

When they pulled into the parking spot, he started getting out of the car, not relinquishing his hold on her purse. He had every intention of carrying it to the door unless she demanded it back. He had to hustle to make it to the door before her to open it for her. He took off his sunglasses to answer her question, "Oh give me a little credit, love. I may not have exactly been raised by a woman, but I know enough about your species to know better than to try and run a shopping trip. This is, as they say, your show." He gave her a warm, encouraging smile and a little wink, holding her purse and the door.
 
He was so sweet. He almost sprinted to the door so that he'd get there before her so that he could open it for her. Such a sweetheart. And then way he'd played with her hair on the short drive over had been tantalizingly adorable. It hadn't been distracting, just reassuring. He was still hers, really hers. She scoffed at him as she walked into the little shop, covered wall to wall in kitchy beach memorabilia. She scanned the shop warily, seeing a big section of swim wear on the other side. She made her way over to it, turning around to look at Nick.

"Oh, really? My show? So I could pick a granny suit, and you'd be okay with that?" she giggled evilly. She loved to tease him and provoke him.
 
He grinned at her broadly. "Oh I'd be just fine with it," he began with a smirk and a suggestive tone, "I only caution you that as Colette often tells me 'clothes are supposed to say something.'" His smile broadened further as he teased her back, "But if you're comfortable sending me the message that you don't want to be touched for the rest of the evening, perhaps that's the right way to go." He winked at her and chuckled. She was always such a pain, never making anything simple, but who was he kidding, he loved it. He was watching her closely, staying focused especially on her eyes, where they fell and lingered. He stepped softly behind her and put his hand in hers, subtly giving her the signal that she could lead him around and he would follow.
 
When he stepped forward and laced his fingers with hers she wanted to just rip off all of their clothes and make love to him right then and there. When he was sweet, he was sweet. No one could slap on charm the way Nick could, and she absolutely loved it. When he talked to her like that, when he was sweet like this, he could get her to do absolutely anything. He could say fly to the moon and she'd be running to do it for him. She held his hand and led him over to the swimwear section. She looked through a couple of things, at first not impressed at all. Then she came across a bikini that was a soft pretty pink color. It had normal bottoms but the top was all string tied, around the neck and the back. It looked like it would cover her breasts adequately while still being provocative and cute. She held it up and showed it to him, "What do you think of this?"
 
He could tell it in every move she made, the way she reacted to his words and his touch; she was melting. He made a point to breathe softly on her neck whenever she was close enough, making sure his presence was a constant in her thoughts. He looked at the suit she picked up to consider, not simply a glance, but a real consideration. He imagined how it would look on her body, of course, but not simply how it would turn him on. The pink was a soft, gentle color, and it would look good, he thought, with the tone of her skin. "I think I like it, babe. Pretty color and," his eyes left the cloth after concentrating on it for several moments and met hers with a grin, "Just a little bit daring. Wanna try it on?"
 
Her cheeks flushed when he said the swim suit was daring. It was a little bit daring, but only a little. She was still extremely conservative with her dress, despite everything he was doing to free her from that. He definitely still had a lot of work to do in that respect. She nodded, "Yes." and then trotted off to the dressing room near by. She went inside the stall and took off her clothes, pulling the swim suit on. She looked at herself in the mirror, scrutinizing herself. She thought she looked okay in it. It was a little tight on her round butt and the top squeezed her breasts together for a great deal of cleavage. She opened the stall door and giggled at him, "Maybe a little too daring."
 
He had to pick his jaw back up off the floor before he had the power to enunciate actual words. Arousal found him in quick order and he didn't bother to try to hide it. "Ahem. I for one, think it looks fantastic," he said and forced his eyes up to hers. She was beautiful and she was giggling at him, having fun. She was having fun with him, he realized, and it made joy flow up over the banks of his soul and flood his being. He thought seriously about suggesting the he come into the changing room and help her get the suit back off, but restrained himself. He thought about whether or not to agree with her assessment and decided he wanted to know something. "It's your show, Elsy, but I have one question: How does that suit make you feel?" he asked and smiled.
 
She giggled at him once more, "I'm sure you think it's great." she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror in the dressing room. She turned her butt back and forth, trying to make a decision about the swim suit. She sighed and turned back to him, a little pout written on her face. "I donno, Nick. I think it might be a little too daring." she glanced down at herself. The bottoms barely came up to her hips. "I feel a little scandalous." she knew that he probably loved the scandalousness of the swim suit. He probably thought that anything less scandalous was being too conservative. But...Elsa wasn't so sure. She was actually extremely unsure. She sort of wanted him to decide for her.
 
He just grinned and stuck his tongue out at her as she teased him. He folded his arms and continued to look her over, a few moments of distracted, typical male leering passed before he finally settled his eyes back to her face. She looked awfully cute with the little pout spread across her lips, but she was obviously agonizing pretty heavily over this. She looked more than a little bit nervous. He raised an eyebrow and stared into her eyes for a moment, feeling more and more that she needed more than just an observant opinion from him. She thought it was scandalous, but did she also want to try it? His heart thudded a little, and instead of standing there thinking about it, he did the first thing that came to his mind. He stepped into the dressing room and kissed her with every bit of passion and love he had. He wrapped his arms around her gently and warmly, feeling her skin flush as she blushed a little under his touch. He pulled her to him tightly caressed her back, letting one of his hands find the back of her head and her delicate curls of hair. His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure she could hear it.

He held her and kissed her for a long moment like that, just enjoying being with her, being very close to being one with her. When he finally broke it, it was with reluctance. He looked down in her face and gave her his answer, "Stay right here, Elsy. I have an idea."

He was gone only a few moments, coming back with a very light, airy sarong. It was short, and it would flow open with the wind, but it would add a little mystery to the revealing bottoms. "What do you think? Would the wrap give you just enough courage, babe?" he asked her with a warm encouraging smile.
 
Elsa nearly fell over when Nick advanced into the dressing room and wrapped himself around her. His soft but passionate lips slammed into hers and his arms encircled her exposed back. He held her to him closely, her breasts smushed against his strong chest. She took a deep breath when he broke their kiss, dizzy with happiness. He'd never really done that before, just spontaneously kissed her like that. She'd done it to him, but he'd never been the initiator of something like that. She smiled at him, her face red with glee and a little embarrassment. She was sure that the store clerk was staring at them like they were crazy. Her love for Nick soared after that moment, higher than it had been even before it.

When he came back with the sarong she almost melted into a puddle right there. She took the wrap from him and tied it around her waist. It was fairly sheer, but it left her some of her pride and gave her a little bit of a mysterious air. She grinned and him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I love you. So much. You're perfect."
 
When she hugged him so tight and told him how much she loved him, he felt his knees get weak. He sighed deeply in her ear and felt himself getting wispy eyed and weepy. It was a rather odd contrast to the hardness elsewhere in his body. It was so strange to him to be feeling so many powerful emotions and desires at once. "You're not so bad yourself, Elsy," he answered her. He kissed her neck and exposed shoulder softly, but his hands moved towards the bikini. He was sure that for a moment she was panicking that he was going to undress her in the store, which made his lips twist into a grin against her skin. He relieved any of her fears a moment later when he found the tags to the garments she had on and gently tugged them off. He winked at her and walked off towards the store clerk, stopping as he walked past a rack of shoes to grab a pair of pink flip flops.

He pulled out his wallet and handed the tags and shoes to the clerk saying, "I think the lady might wear the swim suit out of the shop as we're so close to the beach." He turned to wink at her again as he pulled out his Visa. A moment later he was walking back to her with a broad, adoring smile, holding out the flip flops to her.
 
For a moment she did think that he was going to undress her. Strangely, though, if the store clerk hadn't been there she might not have freaked out. She was pretty aroused right now, she wanted him more than he could probably imagine. When he came back over to her with the pink flip flops she dropped them on the floor and then put her feet into them, grabbing her work clothes with one hand and his with the other. She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked out to the car with him. Once they were in the car she turned it on and backed out, making her way back towards the house so that they could go out to the beach.

She turned and glanced at him, running her eyes up and down his revealed chest quickly. "Ugh. I could do you right now," she murmured to herself. The message was really for him, but she whispered it in half-hopes that he wouldn't hear her.
 
He sighed contentedly when she took his hand again, realizing he'd done quite a lot of that sighing today. When she walked him back out to the car, he got a little concerned. When she pointed it towards the house, he got past the concern and went to nervous. He needed to think of something quick. He was so busy plotting that he almost missed the experience of getting ogled like a piece of meat by her. His face broke out into a huge grin, his eyes dancing with delight behind the blue sunglasses. When he overheard her comment, which he wasn't sure if he was supposed to overhear or not, an idea finally came to him... well... at least... a really good line came to him.

"Pull over here, babe. Just grab one of the parking spots on the Seawall here. We can go straight down to the public beach at that stairwell," he turned and pulled his sunglasses down, winking at her. "I decided I just can't wait until we get to my beach to get you... wet."
 
She giggled wildly at him and pulled into a parking space. She turned the car off but didn't get out. She just turned and looked at him, a goofy grin on her face. "Babe, we can't...we can't...do it on a public beach! That's a little too much." she giggled again and took off her seatbelt, glancing out at the gulf for a moment. She thought for a couple of seconds and a devilish smirk spread across her face in place of the goofy grin.

"But...we could do it in here," she purred, reaching over and putting a hand on his left thigh. She stroked it gently, working his swim trunks up higher to reveal his flesh to her. She turned her head to look at him and stared him straight in the eye, as if daring him.
 
His eyebrows went shooting up over the tops of his sunglasses. He had definitely overshot his target this time. Evidently she hadn't taken that as a tease, and she was also way more excited than he had been guessing. Her hand, sliding its way up inside the leg of his swim trunks, made him tremble... tremble. He couldn't believe it; she was actually making him nervous.

His mouth dropped open. He looked quickly around her car. She had tinted windows, but they were only going to work as a deterrent. Anyone who actually stopped and looked would probably catch them. He chuckled skittishly, trying to capture his usual playful tone, "A little... feisty this afternoon, aren't you, love?" Then made himself look back in her eyes. Sweet merciful lizards, she's completely serious, he realized with a mixture of more nervousness and excitement. His body shuddered, hormones unleashed from his body flooding his system and making his blood boil. He was already hard, and now he was throbbing. His thigh tensed under her fingertips. His breathing was heavy and labored. He took a moment to make sure that he had some composure, then tugged his sunglasses off. His blue eyes looked over her body first, letting everything her curves could do to him have their effect. Then he let them settle on hers, meeting her gaze. It was all there in his eyes. He loved her, he trusted her, and he wanted her. His voice got low, and lost the nervousness, "Well then, what are we waiting for?", and in the next moment his lips were pressed against hers in reckless passion.
 
She was definitely feeling fiesty. Fiesty, frisky, fiery. All of those things. She watched him as his eyes devoured her body and then finally rested on hers. She grinned widely at him and then reached into the back of the car. She pulled out one of those sun protector things that went under the windshield and shaded the car from the sun. She clipped it up and giggled, "There. So we're not too blatant," and then she crawled over from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat. She turned herself around so she was facing him and straddled him, her knees bent. She reached down and pulled the lever on the seat so that it went back some, so they were tilted. She sat up on her knees and untied the sarong, flinging it over to her seat. She smiled at him again, softer this time, and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. She kept her mouth open as she kissed him, inviting him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him again and again, her hands sliding down his smooth chest.
 
He chuckled a little at her added 'security' measures, realizing that he actually didn't care too much if they got caught. The whole idea just sounded... comical, like a man getting caught making love to his wife. That thought very nearly started him hyperventilating in her mouth as she climbed on top of him and started to kiss him. She was the most exciting, precious thing in his life, and he wanted her for always. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't breathe. When his hands touched her exposed back, he actually groaned in pleasure. He felt like he had been shocked by touching her. His tongue leaped at her invitation, seeking a connection, curling against hers and sliding around happily in her mouth. His hands slid up along her back, caressing her shoulders. He started to make little pleased groans as he touched and kissed her. They weren't even having sex yet and he was on cloud 9. He opened his eyes and with one hand, slowly started to tug on one of the ties to her bikini top.
 
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