vanillajello | Spencer's Beach, Hawaii, Saturday

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Spencer's Beach, Hawaii, Saturday

It was (supposed to be) Kate and Bod's last morning in Hawaii. They both had jobs to get back to, books and movies to take care of. But not quite yet, and what better way was there to cling to the vacation than the head out to a gorgeous beach one last time? None. No better way. So that was what they were doing.

But hard as Kate tried, her mind wasn't entirely off the impending, inevitable return to the dreary island where she'd punched someone and videos of her former mistakes were all over the internet. It was already in her head. She'd been ignoring her phone and her laptop most of the week, but today, already anticipating her return to the real world, she finally checked her messages.

There was a single voicemail, and she listened to it. And while she listened to it, her eyebrows knitted into a frown.

And when she listened to it again, that frown did nothing but deepen.

[ooc: NFB, and for the boooy who's not going back yet either!]

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"You just plain want me," Kate concluded. The sarong fell to the floor, and she leaned into him again, leaned in to kiss him again. It was an excellent way to convey how much she wanted him.

"I do," he managed to say before meeting her lips for that kiss. Yes, she probably didn't need the assurance that he wanted her but he said it anyway. He wanted her and he wanted her quite badly right now.

Kate was going to make him wait just a little while longer, building up just a little more anticipation.

She was sure he wouldn't mind, since she wasted no time in deepening the kiss, even making it a bit harsh.

Bod didn't mind in the least. In fact, when she started deepening the kiss, he reached to wrap his arms around her and bring her up flush against him. Bod kind of loved that they'd just been to the beach which meant she wasn't wearing much and his hands got to roam over skin instead of clothing.

And Kate loved his roaming hands on her skin, so it was a pretty sweet deal all around. She could squirm too, a bit, now that he's brought her as close as she could get. Friction was nicer in beach clothes, too.

And she kept kissing him. Getting dizzy was the goal.

It wasn't going to be hard to reach that goal for Bod. He was already starting to feel a little dizzy and lightheaded just by her proximity and how she was touching him.

He used his nails against her backs and then down over her ass just to prove that he wasn't completely lost yet. And he managed to do all that without losing a beat with their kiss.

And that, that was going in Kate's list of counterarguments for whenever he next decided to call himself inept in any way. He wasn't. She decreed it so.

Not right now, though. Bit busy making a noise and kissing him harder, and pushing her hips against his.

And Bod would argue that he just got lucky. It would be a fruitless argument but he'd still argue. That was for later though because now he was busy pushing his hands underneath the bikini bottom to get at the skin that was covered there.

He spread his legs a little more, bracing himself against the door and allowing her to push her hips a little fuller against his. It was a selfish move for him but he couldn't help himself.

Kate didn't mind his selfishness; she had plenty of her own working for her. Maybe that even showed in the way her hips met his, and how she squirmed against him in response to his hands, wanting to get more of everything.

Sure, the resulting friction benefited both, but the action was born out of selfish needs.

"I want your clothes off," Bod managed to say in between kissing and groping her. "I want the rest of your clothes on the ground as soon as possible."

And then, just to prove that he couldn't be bold without retaining some of his innocence, he added, "Please."

Oh, he was so polite. Kate was sadly too far gone to snicker about that, too inclined to just do as he said. "Okay," she breathed, as she reached behind her back for the clasp of her bikini top, grateful there were no straps.

"Thank you," he mumbled as his hands skimmed down her hips to try and take care of the bottom of her swimsuit while she took care of the top. See, he could help. Sure, his hands weren't that steady but a bikini bottom was not that hard to take off.

No, it wasn't. There were no surprise mechanisms there: it was merely a matter of pushing it down her hips.

Meanwhile, Kate got the clasp open and carelessly dropped the top, making the shells clatter against the floor. There was no incentive for her to be careful when she'd rather keep kissing him.

Her bottom followed suit when Bod's fingers steadied enough to push it down her hips far enough that it would clatter to the ground at her feet and she'd be naked in front of and against him.

He smiled against her lips, pleased with her and himself before he locked her bottom lip and dove back into the kiss.

Kate responded just as eagerly as before, though there was something new, too. Namely, her hands going to his waist so she could try and pull him away from the door and further into the cottage.

Bod took that encouragement to push away from the door and follow her further into the cottage finally. He made sure not to step on her feet while they walked still tangled up with each other and Bod thought that was another accomplishment on his part.

No one needed to trip.

No tripping necessary. Kate pulled him along to the living room, very glad to do it without any unnecessary injuries.

She stopped once they were by one of the couches, and murmured, "You're overdressed."

"Am I?" Yes, he knew he was but he hadn't been thinking about it what with her current state of undress. "Oops."

"Yes." She caught his lip between her teeth and worried it there for a moment, as if that was some kind of punishment. "I want your clothes on the floor."

"All right," Bod said, smirking at her once she'd let go of his lip. His hands pushed his swimsuit down, letting it fall on its own once he'd pushed them down enough. "Like that?"

Kate smirked back at him. "Exactly like that." She glanced down, while her hands came up to his shoulders, to give him a gentle little shove so he'd sit down on the couch.

Bod fell back easily, catching himself with a hand before settling more comfortably on the couch. He felt a little exposed, being naked and aroused and right there in front of her. His cheeks, shoulders and chest pinked up a bit but that was it.

Kate just smirked some more, almost striking a pose down at him. She grabbed her purse from the table by the sofa (she seemed to have about a billion bags of different sizes all over the cottage – sometimes packing light was hard) before moving to climb into his lap and kiss him again.

Bod was glad for her thinking because he'd forgotten about things like protection when he was naked and she was naked and there was a couch. She was a lot more forward thinking than he was right now.

But, he could return that kiss as both a thank you for remembering and because he just wanted to kiss her. He leaned up, pushing his chest against her breasts and biting at her lips while he kissed her.

Kate leaned into that kiss willingly. It made trying to find a condom in her purse a little more tricky but she didn't care because there was the sharpness of his teeth on her lip and that was kind of wonderful.

She'd find it. She'd just enjoy this for a moment, too.

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