bakerstreet | Life's a beach.

Life's a beach.

The sound of the waves washing in and out, the warmth of the sun as it shined down upon you, the smell of the ocean in the air. A trip to the Beach could always be fun and relaxing. Maybe you want to join a game of Beach volleyball or head out in the ocean and swim? There is always the option of catching a wave or two if you know how to surf. And if you don’t know how? Maybe you want to learn.

There are quite a few activities you can do while you are at the Beach. Though sometimes nothing beats just laying down and relaxing in the sun. But don’t forget to put on sunscreen to protect your skin! And for those hard to reach places, why not ask for a little helping hand.

[ooc: Open post for all! Set up your post however you want. Put up multiple scenarios, leave it blank, ect. Add a picture of what their swimwear is too if you like. Have fun! Ganked from this spot here.

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He ends up shifting and slinging his leg over her board to keep her from drifting away from him, reaching out to settle his hand on her spine, just where her swimsuit ends, his thumb brushing over her skin.

"You're a poet, sweetheart," he murmurs, grinning at her.

"I tell you the truth," she says, reaching out to touch his shoulder, fingers skimming over skin sticky with seawater.

"That is all. I like it when you smile."

"Thanks for coming with me," he murmurs, leaning precariously across their two boards so he can steal a quick kiss.

"I haven't been back to the beach in yonks. This is really special."

"I could need turn you down."

Mako nips his lip when he pulls back, her smile reaching her eyes.

"I am glad to be sharing this with you."

Alone.

"I don't think we can get away with postponing our return flight to get a hotel," he says, smirking a little, more than able to hear the caveat in her voice. Though he would love to do a repeat of their Hong Kong date, when they spent the night together and woke up tangled in each others' limbs.

"But there's nothing stopping us from lying on the beach for a while."

Unfortunately, he's right -- they wouldn't be able to get away with that. But she will take what she can get, while they have the opportunity.

"I would like that." She leans to kiss him again, then pushes away from his board. "Race you."

Like she has a shot in hell at winning that.

She's got a head start in that she's actually facing the beach, while he's facing out towards the ocean, but she's right, Herc feels very much at home out here on his board, and it doesn't take him long before he paddles past her, grinning at her over his shoulder.

She splashes the hell out if him as he passes her, but he easily pulls away and leaves her behind.

Hefting her board under her arm, she eventually trudges up after him, flushed from effort but smiling.

He's already spiked his board in the beach and is peeling out of his wetsuit, leaving him in just his trunks by the time she makes it up the beach to meet him.

"You did great today," he tells her, spiking her board for her and then pulling her into his arms for a quick cuddle before he twists and wrestles her down onto the sand, getting them absolutely covered in it, laughing brightly the whole time.

"Thank you--"

Mako was not expecting to get wrestled to the ground after that salty hug, but she takes it like a champ and goes down in style, doing her best to tussle with him despite her smaller size. She's pretty solid, but Herc has age, wisdom, strength and experience on her and she's easily pinned underneath him.

He ends up pinning her to the beach, sand caking absolutely everything, grinning down at her and dripping from his hair and his nose and generally just not caring.

He can't think of anything witty to say so he doesn't, just leans in to kiss her slowly, licking into her mouth and letting his eyes close.

Mako is certain that she's not going to get the sand out of her suit, ever. It's all over her body; on her arms and legs and back and neck and her cheeks, too. It's forgotten when his mouth meets hers, though, and she smiles into the kiss and slides her arms around his waist, tugging him flush against her.

They can shower before they go home, but right now Herc is more than willing to ignore the discomfort of it in favor of focusing on the sweet slide of her tongue along his.

They can't indulge too much because this is a public beach and while it's rather empty they're still basically celebrities and people might recognize them, but he doesn't care right now. He can't make himself care.

Her hands frame his face, thumbs gently smoothing over his cheeks nearly in time with the slide of his tongue to hers. He's still salty, still sandy, still perfectly Hercules and he's got her heart slamming in her chest and wishing that they had one more night before they had to fly back to Hong Kong.

She doesn't care right now either -- not at all.

If they had one more night he'd take her home and wash her off and use his mouth to make sure each and every inch of her body was free from sand before taking her to bed and letting her tell him what to do.

But they don't have one more night, and he reluctantly makes himself pull back, just enough that he can bump her nose with his.

"We should probably head back soon," he says reluctantly, stroking her wet hair off her forehead.

Seems like their life sometimes - 'if we just had one more night...'

"Probably," she says breathlessly, her hands settling on his hips, fingers dimpling into his skin.

"I don't want to."

Maybe one day they will. Maybe they'll have all the nights in the world and they won't have to cut themselves off and they can do whatever they want.

"Me neither," he confesses, pressing his lips fleetingly against hers again.

She prolongs it as long as he'll let her, then sighs and lets her head rest back against the sand. She's going to need a shower before she gets on a plane.

"Someday, we will come back."

She's firm on this.

"And we will stay as long as we like."

He reluctantly rolls away and flops down onto the sand beside her, staring up at the wispy clouds as they crawl across the sky, his hand finding hers.

"Someday we might even retire completely," he says, sounding somewhat skeptical but also like he really hopes it comes true.

"And we'd be able to buy a real house."

"I would like that," she says quietly, hand searching to locate his so that their fingers can thread together.

"Here? Or somewhere else?"

He thinks about it for a moment, stroking his thumb over her hand, dislodging the sand drying on her skin.

"Maybe not Sydney," he finally admits, feeling his heart constrict with the idea of settling down where he used to live. It seems disrespectful to his old life.

"Melbourne is nice, though. And there's always New Zealand if you wanted less sand and more sheep."

She understands. She's not sure how she would feel about settling in Japan, either.

"I have never been to either." She squeezes his hand.

"We visit first, then decide?"

"Yeah, we can visit New Zealand," he agrees, turning his head a little to look at her instead of the clouds.

"It's got some really beautiful scenery," he continues. "Filmed a whole bunch of movies there, I don't know if you've seen any of them. Really striking, though." Of course, he's always going to be partial to the Australian Outback, but that's just because he's an Aussie boy through and through and there's nothing he likes more than golden sand and blue seas and harsh, red dirt.

She tips her head to look at him and she smiles, eyes crinkling around the edges.

"That would be nice, too." She probably hasn't seen the movies, though. Maybe when they retire, they can do that together, too.

She's so beautiful.

"Where do you want to go?" he asks, instead of pointing out the obvious. "We've only done things I've thought of. What about you?"

Life's a beach.

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