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Waves
Sophie&Sian
Waves.
Waves and sand, a slight breeze, the smell of the sea. Those things remind you of her. You don’t know if it’s the golden grains that remind you of her skin, or even her golden hair. As it flows in waves, even when its pulled back into a ponytail, the tendrils that fall down and line her face, remind you of soft waves of golden sand. Somehow asking you to run your fingers through it. And of course, when you go and see her, that’s all you can think of, being surrounded by the sea, sand, the sunshine. Her smile engulfs you, like the sunshine does.
You haven’t been in Southport long, but for some reason, you love it even more than home. Maybe because this is your second home, or not even second, but just a place you will always remember.
It’s comfortable, especially with the company as well. You know that you wouldn’t be here without her. Why would you? It’s just another little seaside town without her. With her, its freedom.
s--s
You take slow walks, long talks. The sun is out a lot later and for a lot longer in the summer, and it doesn’t get cold as soon as it did. So you can spend the whole day out, the wind lashing against your faces makes them stiff by the time the tides come in. You both wrinkle your noses as you kiss and the sun disappears behind the horizon.
You get some chips in newspaper to share as you walk back along the pier, you find a bench, and she curls up in your arms as you both gaze out on to the promenade. The last traces of sand slowly cover with water and slight waves lap against the concrete tide stoppers. It’s not been long, maybe half a year, even less maybe, but living with her has been everything you wished it had been. You decided on Southport because it had always been a place you could escape. If people got on your back, if things got tough at home, Southport was the one place you could stop thinking. Think less about the bad things, and focus on the one soul reason you are happier than you ever have been.
Sure it was quite a hassle coming out, it was difficult for both of you, a lot more difficult for her, especially with her Dad and their problems and then it was a little easier with her Mum, and she was a little more accepting. You on the other hand were surprised at how strong she was. She had cried in your arms the night she had told her dad, and you gathered all your things, and taken her away, taken her back to Southport, taken her to her mum, the other person in her life that she knew would never hurt her. And that was when you realised, no matter where you were, as long as you were holding her in your arms, or even just holding one of her hands, you always felt stronger. It was a strange thing to go through considering the pressure to make things work, the pressure to make it something that was worth fighting for.
And you had told her,
You told her that you would go to the end of the earth for her. That you would die for her.
And she melted back into your arms, her lost in you and you lost in her. Lost in everything that you had ever fallen in love with.
She wriggles her nose when she’s about to sneeze, tries to brush it away until she cant hold it in any longer.
She curls her toes when you kiss.
Her favourite part of you is your waist. Her fingers always find their way to the curve of your back, as she drags her nails across flushed skin.
Her favourite colour is sky blue.
She always gets extra cream in her hot chocolate. Call it a death wish, but apparently it ‘adds to the flavour.’
Her eyes always glow when she’s excited or extra happy about something.
And she is the bravest person you will ever know.
s--s
You slowly lead her back to your flat, she’s even more tired know as she’s dragging her feet and its slightly more difficult to get her to stand upright and not lean all of her weight on you. You get the key in the lock, thanking god once more that your flat is on the bottom floor and that you don’t have to go up mountains of stairs to get to your door. The first thing she does when you lead her in is flop down on the sofa, face first in the cushions, and you cant help but let out a little snort at the way she is laying. The only thing you can do is try not to laugh even more as she tosses and turns trying to get comfortable, and you just cant let her, because if she falls asleep like that she’ll only be complaining to you about it in the morning,
You drop down on to your knees beside the sofa, stroking her hair from her face as she scrunches it up and her eyes come into view, her blonde tresses falling into her face making her seem even more uncomfortable as she turns once again, this time swinging her whole body round to face you. She lets out a huge sigh and looks up into your eyes, and it knocks you for six. It’s strange after even this long; her eyes can take your breath away.
‘You need to get up’ you say, as you peel her feet out of the flip-flops that are just hanging from her toes. She huffs and groans and tries to prop herself up on her elbows but fails. ‘Come on’ you press again, this time wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up into a sitting position. ‘Do you want to have a shower?’ You ask and she nods, no one want dry sea swept hair, and especially the after effects in the morning.
She takes your hand as you hold it out, leading her into the bathroom, she strips off, and you smile at how comfortable this all feels, there’s no need to hide anything anymore. You lean over and turn the shower on and jump a little as you feel a finger graze along the revealed bit of skin between your t-shirt and skirt, so you turn around not surprised to find a cheeky grin on the face of the blonde in front of her.
‘Don’t you wanna help me out?’ she says in the most innocent way possible, but with the gratuitous amount of skin on show and the look in her eyes, you know its not an innocent request.
‘I cant…’
‘You can…’ She teases again, runs her finger underneath the waistband of your skirt and looks back up into your eyes, where you are trying hard to breath and not at the same time, because you feel if you do, she will stop what she’s doing.
‘I thought you were tired.’
‘So did I.’
s--s
Soon you’re both tucked up in bed, skin against skin, her hair is still a little damp and spread across the pillow you’re sharing, her hand is there, pressed against your waist as your whole body is turned towards her. The soft pads of her fingers brush up and down, lightly grazing your ribcage now and again.
‘You need to stop doing that.’
‘Stop doing what?’ she does it again, and you take a hold of her hand before it touches the underside of your breast. Because you know then that this isn’t going to stop.
‘Fine, guess I’ll have to surprise you tomorrow…’ and that’s it, your mouth is dry and you take your hand off of hers and it all starts again.
s--s
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too’
‘Thank you.’
‘For what?’
‘Being you.’
‘You’re welcome.'