Enchantment Under the Sea - (Countdown x Silver)

[Countdown]

Thomas arrived a bit later than his parents at the beach house. It was the family tradition to come out to the ocean around this time of year. Time-Sharing. It was always an ordeal, but this year he was meeting the family there since this was his first year away from home, out to college. Pulling up to the driveway though, he had found he had to park on the side of the road. Which was perplexing. There was no way they got a bunch of new cars, or they all drove individually. Someone else was here, there were visitors. Not thinking too much of it, he had gotten out of the car, grabbed his overnight bag from the backseat, and flung it over his shoulder, walking a bit towards the driveway and then up it to the beautiful but small beach house. He could hear the ocean and it was like music to his ears. Thomas had always enjoyed the water, had always felt a call to it, and everything that had to do with it. Over the years he felt it meant he was supposed to be a marine biologist, but it's not what he had decided to go to school for. No, business administration with a major in human resources management. His ears didn't pick up on much and the sun was still up, but he knew it would be dark soon enough and he could already smell the food cooking out on the BBQ as it usually was at this time of night.

Arriving at the front door, the first inclination was to knock, but mostly everyone would be around out back and he had to come in and bring his stuff in first anyways. Just simply opening the door, he'd spot his sister in the kitchen, looking like she was gathering a few things together. "Fuck Thom where have you been?", she'd ask as he took a few steps into the beach house and he'd waved off his sister. "I got stuck in traffic. No one had to drive the same highways I had to, so get off my back Allison...", he'd say in a slightly petulant way before he'd try and peek about what was happening and who was out back. He saw people, but he didn't see exactly who. "Who's here? I didn't recognize most of the cars...", he'd ask and his older sister Allison, would shoot him a look as if to ask if he was dense. Right, it was them, who else would it be? It wouldn't have been some other family. Not this time of year. Sure, his parents had had other families over to entertain, but this was the special time of the year when these sorts of family things would happen. Usually, however, the time-sharing never landed on a time when they were both there. In fact, there were years when they didn't see each other.

To Thomas, it had been almost a lifetime since he last saw her, but there was a rising feeling in the middle of his chest, one that made him almost feel woozy. He hadn't seen her in person. No, he had had dreams about her. Some were lovely, a slice-of-life kind of dreams, like having a picnic in the middle of a lovely park. Other dreams had been a bit more, risque. There had even been a few times that he had to change the sheets after he woke up and lately, it had been getting worse. He had already thought that maybe a trip to the doctor was in order, because as far as he was concerned he was getting laid enough in college that he wasn't "backed up" as the boys would say, so he shouldn't have been having wet dreams, but the last few weeks had been bad. Her face, her body, or at least what he thought it looked like was always the last thing he saw when he came out of the dream to find that he had made a mess of things. It was embarrassing how many times he had washed his sheets over the last few weeks and it wasn't even because of all the girls he was bringing over to his dorm room to bang. School was important, it came first, and being with girls came second. All the guys in his class thought he was crazy, but he came to school to continue his life and step away from all of the secrecy and the stories that his parents would talk about when they got to drinking.

It was too bad for Thom that he didn't ask his sister where everyone was. Assuming everything was how it normally was, he'd move towards the room that was usually designated his and he'd throw his bag in on the single bed, frowning that his sister would be sleeping on the other single bed since space was limited. What he did need was a dip in the ocean. It always brought tranquility, and peace to his mind when he went in, and when his dreams were not filled with her, his dreams were filled with other wetness. Waves. The ocean was almost lulling as it all would call out to him. It reminded him of the mythical creatures, the sirens that would lure a man to his doom, and yet the ocean's sound was so soothing, he wanted it to be real. Right then, or at the very least tonight. Closing the bedroom door, he'd change out of his pants and t-shirt and into a pair of swim trunks and a lighter t-shirt. Slipping out of the bedroom, he had taken a few steps down the hall when his sister called out, trying to warn him. "Oh, hey, the bathroom door...", she got about that far when Thomas entered the washroom unannounced, without knocking or anything. The door was unlocked, so he opened it.

However, it was occupied. It's what his sister was trying to warn him about, but he had just walked right into it, walked into all of it. His hand had lifted his shirt up and out of the way of the drawstrings of his bathing suit so he could untie them, showing off some of his abdomen, but when he felt a set of eyes on him when he entered the bathroom, his eyes would go a bit wider when he saw it was her, the one he hadn't seen in person for years but felt like he had just been intimate and slept with her yesterday. It was hard to keep his heart from racing, a blush running up his pale skin as his eyes rested on her carefully. The bathroom was small after all considering it was a beach house, so they were already standing next to each other, there wasn't much more distance to close. "Ahhh....fuck....err...fudge, I'm sorry", he tried to look remorseful as he apologized, but there was a part of him that was enjoying the fact that he had almost caught her undressed. It was her eyes though. Like dark pools of water and as his eyes looked into her own, he'd lean a bit closer to her, like he expected some sort of joining. There was curiosity to him and it came from him wanting to know if her lips tasted how he dreamed them to. "...sorry...", he'd say again, although this time, it was more mumbled and softer, as if she had somehow hypnotized him with whatever she had just displayed.

 

[Silver]

It was the time of year once again, to come together and gather with her family for a relaxing weekend. The traffic hadn't been too bad but then again she had departed early enough so that she could have her choice of room and that traffic could be avoided. Cordelia Keller had arrived at the beach house around the same time as her parents yet they had been beaten by the others who would be staying there as well for the weekend. The 'extended' family she had come to think of them as but that's not who they were at all if one needed a literal explanation. It was understood that the two families had been friends for generations and even had built this beach house together. Back in the 1900's the beach house had been built; over time things had been updated a bit but never once had the house been expanded as it should've been. The house stood the test of time, always the prime place to host events and the families taking turns of who stayed there, most times apart and others together. The house held so many memories, along with odd stories that weren't fully understood by the newer generations. Cordelia better known to some as Delia was now part of that sixth generation in the present day; along with Allison and Thomas.

From a young age, Cordelia and Allison had been friends, even with a slight age difference between the two young women; together the pair had done just about everything, from being there for each other to getting into all types of trouble together. Cordelia was delighted that someone who was thought of as a sister more so than a close friend would be around for the weekend. Into the house, she moved after grabbing a backpack containing her things from the backseat of her car. Upstairs Delia went towards the room that was normally taken during her stays at the beach house, which had a single bed in the room. Her backpack would be dumped on the floor without a real care in the world before heading back downstairs to see who might be around. Allison was spotted immediately and the pair began to chit-chat about everything under the sun but there was a question that Cordelia was dying to ask; Where was Thomas? He hadn't been spotted as of yet and wasn't all that hard to miss; not with that red hair and his height. For a moment Cordelia worried that maybe he was skipping this get-together. The thought of such bothered her greatly due to the fact he had been on her mind so much lately.

Thomas. The two of them were not friends by any means but had gotten along well enough for two people who didn't truly know one another; at least not outside of these get-togethers. Growing up it always felt as if they had been kept apart for one reason or another, It didn't make sense but it was easier to believe rather than the fact they hadn't tried all that hard as they grew older. Thomas had been upon her mind and invading her dreams so much lately; causing Delia to wake up drenched in sweat, feeling empty as if a part of herself was missing. Wanting and needing Thomas of all people; the pair had never even kissed or expressed any type of romantic feelings towards one another; that line had never been crossed nor did they want to do such at least on Cordelia's part. He hadn't been seen in a few years now, their paths not crossing since their early teenage years but one of those last times they were around one another, something like a spark had been felt but not indulged in. Yet now for whatever reason, Thomas was always on her mind and drifting into her thoughts, his face the first thing seen when waking up and the last thing thought about before going to drifting off to sleep at night. Delia had his number but never once had tried to call; Why would she? Friends the two were not just two people who saw one another from time to time; the children of longtime friends. Now it needed to be considered by Cordelia if this was a long-repressed crush finally exposing itself to the surface because why else would he of all people always be upon her mind; it made no sense at all.

The conversation with Allison would come to a lull, mostly due to her mind becoming preoccupied with thoughts about her friend's brother. Cordelia would excuse herself and go into the bathroom, knowing that no one else would need it for a bit of time. The door was closed but the lock wasn't working once again, the damned thing always breaking no matter how many times fixed over the years. It was such a common problem but it would be fixed over the weekend by someone hopefully; if someone remembered to do such. Water would be turned on and there she stood for a few moments just watching it flow forth from the facet; the sound was calming and soothing; as if the water held the power to make everything better. Forgetting what she was even going to do, Delia turned the water back off and pulled off her shirt. A bikini had been worn underneath a shirt and shorts purposely knowing that she would take the chance to go down to the beach as soon as she could. The ocean had always been the one thing that made perfect sense to Cordelia, could make things better by just going for a simple swim.

The door would open unexpectedly, and another person next to her, the very one always thought about these days; Thomas. He wouldn't notice her at first, lifting his shirt and exposing his stomach before finally seeing her. Her heart would begin racing just looking at his face, now sporting a beard the same color of hair on his head. "Ahhh....fuck....err...fudge, I'm sorry" Cordelia couldn't find any words to say in reply, just simply staring at him feeling frozen in place suddenly. He looked just like she had been dreaming of him, which was odd given they hadn't seen one another in some time. Lips parted slightly something deep inside beginning to stir, a hand moving with a life of its own, placing itself against his chest. "...sorry...", was spoken in a muted tone softly. "..Thom.." she whispered, not knowing why she called him that. It was a nickname that only his sister used but at that moment it felt so natural for her to speak it. Within seconds his lips were upon her own, eyes closing simply feeling the softness of his lips against hers. The feeling was indescribable as if something missing had been found after years of searching and it was something that needed to be held onto for as long as humanly possible.

 

[Countdown]

It had been a moment of being stunned, realizing that he had walked in on someone else. Then it was the quick realization of who it was. It was the one he had just been thinking about and the one he couldn't stop thinking over the last few months especially. There had always been dreams, but these were starting to feel more and more like premonitions. Especially the sex. It was graphic, it was heavy and yet when he looked at her there in the bathroom, he froze. Almost. Almost out without a problem. However, instead of leaning away from her, he leaned forward. It closed the distance in the small bathroom fairly quickly and he was almost pressed right up against her to begin with. To lean his upper body forward would have been a very good indication of what his instincts were telling him. It was intoxicating and he wasn't sure how he'd really be able to get away from her. The images of her in his dreams danced through his head and his heart began to immediately hammer in his chest. He had stepped into the bathroom to undo his swimming trunks, even though he had just done them up a moment ago because he had come in here with the idea of peeing before he went out back to see the rest of the families, but the motion just carried through to right then. With her lips meshed with his, a million and one things slammed through his mind and his body was no longer worried with expelling waste, it was concerned with procreation.

Who kissed who, neither of them would be sure. He had leaned forward, but so had she. Was it just a mutual moment, where they both moved together to close the gap? He undid his swimming trunks and as he meshed up closer to her, his strong hands would grasp her hips and waist and pick her up and set her on the small counter there in the bathroom. Now he was between her legs and the instinct was there, to pull down his swimming trunks, free what was lurking beneath that was indeed beginning to show its arousal towards her. He was amazed that he was this stricken with arousal and all that had happened was they had pressed close to each other and kissed. Why did it feel like so much more? Why was there an urge to fill the space between the two of them with their hot sweaty bodies and hands? Thomas would finish kissing her, pulling a bit on her bottom lip as big and puffy as it was. He wanted her to feel him on her lips long after he broke away from her. A flash of heat through his body told him that he needed and wanted to claim her, but he let that go and took a step back. Almost toppling back into the small shower stall that was there, he looked to the small open bathroom window, which was filtering small sounds now into the bathroom as he ignored the rush of blood going through his body.

There was laughter outside, the sounds of utensils on plates. Everyone was out there and he wanted to be in here with her. There was a moment where he contemplated reaching over and locking the bathroom door, giving her a harder chance of escaping him, but the lock was broken! Thomas got his breathing under control and he swallowed hard before smiling, seemingly breaking the thick sexual tension in the bathroom. The dark veil had been lifted and he spoke softly to her then, "Sorry....again....", he'd give her a polite nod, and with half a hard-on, clearly visible in his bathing shorts, he'd grab the door and open it before slipping out into the hall. Once he was out there, closing the door behind him, he took a deep breath in, as if he had been holding his breath the whole time he was in there with her. Leaning against the wall on the outside of the door, he waited, but he didn't wait for her to leave the bathroom to corner her again. No, once she finally slipped out of the small space, he'd slip in after her, closing the door and he didn't care who opened the door at this point, but he'd make his way over to the toilet so he could pee. It could have been the Pope that needed the bathroom and he wouldn't have cared if he had busted in on him.

Drawing the strings tight, he'd retie them before heading back out to the kitchen area, his sister handing him a beer as they made their way towards the back porch where everyone was seated. "What the fuck was that? She looked either scared or about to cum in her pants?", Allison would say hotly under her breath. "Shut the fuck up Al...", he'd say back to her in the same sort of sotto voice. Taking a swig of his beer, he turned and made his way out of the back part of the beachouse and out to the rest of the party. Smiling, he'd greet his mother and father and Cordelia's parents, as charming and nice as ever. They remarked on how he was looking very different than the young boy they had grown to know. In the recent year or so, he had gotten some tattoos and was wearing his hair in a very different style than he ever did before, so people tended to notice both of those things quite a bit. Sitting down at the table where there was an empty spot, it was right directly across from Cordelia, who he weakly smiled at as he sipped his beer and listened to the "adults" start back in on their conversation. It was about War, politics, the world, and what "things were coming to". All the while, he remained incredibly quiet, answering questions when he was asked, but his focus was still on Cordelia across from him.

Was she upset about what just happened? Who kissed who? It was mutual, right? He knew he had gone a little too far lifting her and placing her down onto the bathroom counter. There was the worry that if he had kissed her again while they were both there in that position, he would have had to somehow be inside her, but as his eyes looked into hers, deeply, he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted. His dreams told him she was the one. It was the only constant message in all of the sleepless nights, the vivid dreams. So vivid in fact that he had had wet dreams, especially when the dreams consisted of sex with her. They were incredibly vivid and he hadn't had a wet dream since he was in high school, but here he was. Why her? He hadn't done anything recently that reminded him of the old times with her. It was just all this new stuff and they didn't even live close to each other. Time seemed to pass quickly and yet it also seemed to move along at a snail's pace since he was sitting across from her. Finishing off his beer, he'd get up to go back inside and look out to the ocean, just for a moment. He thought he heard a whisper in the wind, something coming from the ocean. For a moment, he laughed and figured it had been some mythical creature like a siren. "Anyone else need a refill?", he'd ask, waving his empty beer bottle around, making sure they knew what he was asking of them. He waited for everyone to order, if they even did, and then would start to make his way back to the kitchen.

 

[Silver]

There had been quite a bit of shock that someone had walked into the bathroom, even more so when it turned out to be the one person Delia had been dying to ask Allison about; her brother. It couldn't be pinpointed who ended up making the actual move which resulted in the pair's lips connecting but whatever it had been now resulted in a feeling deep within Cordelia that she didn't want to disappear anytime soon. The reality of something that had been dreamed about for the past few months felt beyond natural and as if the missing piece to something that hadn't been noticed before was now found in that very moment. Her free hand moved to join the other already upon his bare chest after dropping the shirt still in her hands after it had been removed right before he walked into the bathroom. Delia's mind was suddenly only on one thing at that moment as their lips stayed connected; the desire to have dreams that had been haunting her for months on end, to be turned into reality.

She felt herself being lifted by Thoman and set down on the small counter, Cordelia's thighs parted without even a moment of hesitation as he positioned himself between them and then started to pull his lips away from hers. While simply attempting to cling onto the man, one of her hands started to move up from his chest to his shoulder. At the same time, she was yearning to grasp him by the neck and restart that kiss even more passionately. Thomas grabbed her bottom lip and tugged at it with his teeth as that kiss came to a close; as if he wanted her to feel him and yearn for so much more when finished with her. The sounds from outside were pouring in through a little window as Delia's eyes slowly opened to see him taking a step back before he grinned at her. She realized that they were actually in the midst of a party they were missing from rather than truly being by themselves in their own universe where her haunting dreams could become reality at long last. "Sorry....again....", Thomas would utter before giving a nod and opening the door before slipping out of the bathroom and leaving her alone once again. A deep breath was taken while trying to gather her thoughts, had that actually happened or was it just an odd daydream that felt so real at that moment? It had indeed happened as Cordelia touched her lower lip which still felt how Thomas had tugged upon it, she had been left wanting so much more without a real way to go about getting such.

A good minute was taken, sitting there on the counter before getting off and picking up her shirt that had been discarded on the floor, Delia would pull the shirt back on while wondering if her dreams had been some sort of premonition that told of what had just happened between the two of them, was that simply all it was? That they would share such a passionate moment which would remain only that, a kiss that would never be spoken about again by either of them; given the fact that they never talked in the first place. "What the fuck was that?", she thought to herself before opening the bathroom door and slipping out quickly Cordelia didn't bother looking to see if Thomas was still nearby, instead moving back into the kitchen and coming face to face with Allison unexpectedly. There was a look on Delia's face as if she had been caught doing something wrong and was about to be called out on it by her close friend, even as her body tingled and longed to feel Thomas' lips against her own once more. This was something that could never be discussed with the woman, given the fact it was her brother that she had kissed, or had he kissed her? Did it honestly really matter at all anymore who had kissed whom; they had kissed and there was no going back from that. Allison was given a puzzled look before quickly grabbing a beer and heading outside to join their parents, knowing that there was some food ready from the smell of fresh barbecue in the air.

Cordelia would greet the parents of Allison and Thomas; Mr and Mrs Braebury, being drawn into the current conversation taking place between them and her parents while getting a plate and loading it up with a bit of food that smelled amazing since she was a bit hungry. A seat was taken at the end of the table, taking her fork and starting to eat a bit of potato salad before Thomas and his sister appeared grabbing spots at the table as well; with Thom ending up directly across from her. Delia gave him a look that had an unspoken question that couldn't be formed into words at that moment since there were other people present; even if there weren't other people around she didn't know what could be said, if thoughts and feelings could be put into any sort of words that made any sort of sense. Delia grew quiet eating and taking sips from her open beer while making sure not to look at Thomas, which was a bit hard given the fact he was sitting directly in front of her.

Time seemed to pass slowly as she finished her food and beer, dark brown eyes lifting and connecting right with his green ones. Delia's breath caught in her throat for just a moment before quickly looking away, suddenly wondering if Thomas was having as hard of a time as she was coming to terms with what happened between them earlier in the bathroom; Had it been something that was meant to happen or was she simply just reading far too much into everything, given the fact that she'd been having dreams about the man for months on end? Cordelia's thoughts began to wander in many different directions before hearing his voice breaking through them all asking if anyone needed a refill ending her train of thought for the moment. A firm shake of her head was given before standing up and walking away from the table and out towards the beach, simply wanting to be alone for the time being. There was something deep inside that was pulling her towards the ocean for a swim but Delia would just go on a long walk down the beach, hoping that she and Thomas could go the rest of the long weekend without ending up alone together again.