CSI:NY, Mac/Claire, Autumn's Heat
Title: Autumn's Heat
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: Mac/Claire
Prompt: 6: Sunset
Word Count: ~670
Rating: G
Summary: "What do you say to coming out at midnight on a full moon when the tide is really strong?"
The sun remained rather high in the sky, but the beach-goers knew that, within a few hours, they would start having to give up on their tans. Claire's eyes were trained on some of the people leaving, but she soon turned away to admire the glint of the sun's rays over the water.
Mac, meanwhile, watched Claire. She held a bottle of water in one hand and shaded her eyes with the other. She wore a bathing suit top with red flowers on black as well as a black skirt that fell close to her knee which seemed to make her impossibly long legs even longer. Claire turned towards him, grinning.
"Beach is almost empty. Wanna play beach ball or something?"
Nodding, Mac got up from where he sat on a towel, grabbing a deflated beach ball from the bag they brought along.
"I'll blow it up," Claire offered, grabbing the beach ball as Mac threw it. She dug a small hole to stick her water bottle into and started to blow up the ball. Halfway through, she stopped breathing into it, leaning away, fanning her nose and coughing. "Mac! Where have you kept this thing?"
"The closet." Mac took the beach ball and sniffed at the opening, coughing. "Oh, wow. Remind me to clean the closet."
Claire took the deflated ball and held her breath for a second, finally blowing up some of it. She placed a thumb over the opening, making a face to Mac as she took another breath and continued to blow up the ball. When she finished, she closed the tab and bounced the ball to Mac as she stood up.
"It's too warm," Claire told him, shading her eyes again. "Let's get into the water for a little bit. I haven't seen you get wet yet."
She seemed to look over Mac's clothes, which included a white shirt over swim trunks. He nodded to her, and they both made their way into the water.
It was surprisingly cool for such a warm Autumn's day. Mac let his feet get used to the water, then continued in until he was satisfyingly deep. Claire followed him, moving out a bit to throw the beach ball back at Mac. Mac lunged for it, falling too far, crashing into the water. Claire let out a playful yelp to him, waiting until Mac got up from under the waves, soaking wet.
"Be glad it's not high tide!" Claire felt that she spoke too soon when the two of them felt a few waves hit their sides. They were still rather small, but enough to make her stumble. She laughed out loud, listening to the sound of Mac's laughter and mixed swearwords as he fell into the water once more.
Finally, Mac slapped the water as though he could stop the waves. Claire laughed twice as hard at seeing her husband, the man who braved out the Marines and worked with dead bodies all day, slapping like a child trying to get rid of a fly. Finally, she slipped on the sand, choking on the water.
A hand grabbed her arm and brought her into the air, where she spluttered, then continued to laugh.
"I think you're the one who should be glad it's not high tide," Mac told her, taking the beach wall that had fallen into the water and sticking it under his arm.
"What do you say to coming out at midnight on a full moon when the tide is really strong?" Claire asked him, grinning, her green eyes boring into his.
They both turned to the setting sun. It landed over the buildings, setting a purple and pink haze around the glinting metal. Claire turned slightly so that she could see both the buildings and the water, watching how the sun's reflection seemed just as beautiful as the real thing. From the water, she could also see a full moon hanging low like a rising sun, pearly white and ethereal.
"Sure."
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: Mac/Claire
Prompt: 6: Sunset
Word Count: ~670
Rating: G
Summary: "What do you say to coming out at midnight on a full moon when the tide is really strong?"
The sun remained rather high in the sky, but the beach-goers knew that, within a few hours, they would start having to give up on their tans. Claire's eyes were trained on some of the people leaving, but she soon turned away to admire the glint of the sun's rays over the water.
Mac, meanwhile, watched Claire. She held a bottle of water in one hand and shaded her eyes with the other. She wore a bathing suit top with red flowers on black as well as a black skirt that fell close to her knee which seemed to make her impossibly long legs even longer. Claire turned towards him, grinning.
"Beach is almost empty. Wanna play beach ball or something?"
Nodding, Mac got up from where he sat on a towel, grabbing a deflated beach ball from the bag they brought along.
"I'll blow it up," Claire offered, grabbing the beach ball as Mac threw it. She dug a small hole to stick her water bottle into and started to blow up the ball. Halfway through, she stopped breathing into it, leaning away, fanning her nose and coughing. "Mac! Where have you kept this thing?"
"The closet." Mac took the beach ball and sniffed at the opening, coughing. "Oh, wow. Remind me to clean the closet."
Claire took the deflated ball and held her breath for a second, finally blowing up some of it. She placed a thumb over the opening, making a face to Mac as she took another breath and continued to blow up the ball. When she finished, she closed the tab and bounced the ball to Mac as she stood up.
"It's too warm," Claire told him, shading her eyes again. "Let's get into the water for a little bit. I haven't seen you get wet yet."
She seemed to look over Mac's clothes, which included a white shirt over swim trunks. He nodded to her, and they both made their way into the water.
It was surprisingly cool for such a warm Autumn's day. Mac let his feet get used to the water, then continued in until he was satisfyingly deep. Claire followed him, moving out a bit to throw the beach ball back at Mac. Mac lunged for it, falling too far, crashing into the water. Claire let out a playful yelp to him, waiting until Mac got up from under the waves, soaking wet.
"Be glad it's not high tide!" Claire felt that she spoke too soon when the two of them felt a few waves hit their sides. They were still rather small, but enough to make her stumble. She laughed out loud, listening to the sound of Mac's laughter and mixed swearwords as he fell into the water once more.
Finally, Mac slapped the water as though he could stop the waves. Claire laughed twice as hard at seeing her husband, the man who braved out the Marines and worked with dead bodies all day, slapping like a child trying to get rid of a fly. Finally, she slipped on the sand, choking on the water.
A hand grabbed her arm and brought her into the air, where she spluttered, then continued to laugh.
"I think you're the one who should be glad it's not high tide," Mac told her, taking the beach wall that had fallen into the water and sticking it under his arm.
"What do you say to coming out at midnight on a full moon when the tide is really strong?" Claire asked him, grinning, her green eyes boring into his.
They both turned to the setting sun. It landed over the buildings, setting a purple and pink haze around the glinting metal. Claire turned slightly so that she could see both the buildings and the water, watching how the sun's reflection seemed just as beautiful as the real thing. From the water, she could also see a full moon hanging low like a rising sun, pearly white and ethereal.
"Sure."