Summer Lovin’ || Agate & Dylas
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It wasn’t so much her words that caught Dylas off guard. Her teasing tone was something he’d gotten accustomed to, even when it came with a hint of flirtatious accent – but her expression always shifted his embarrassment to the forefront. A flush cascaded over his cheeks as her turned and lifted his chin up, nose pointed toward the sky in hopes of blocking the heat of his cheeks with the sunlight. He scoffed as if he was sure Agate was poking fun at him, and checked a mental note to get her back later, but he still made an attempt at lashing back. “Come, now – what will the children think?”
Dylas swore he felt eyes on him while he made his body more limber before the swim, but when he looked behind him the brunette was busying herself with other matters. He turned back to her, grazing a hand over his toned stomach where sand had somehow already begun to stick to him. “A show? For whom?” He tilted his sunglasses down again before looking around, a smirk forming as he set his eyes back to Agate, faux realization setting in. “Ah – assume I’m trying to impress you?” He chuckled lightly, as if he were amused at the thought; all the while stomping down ideals that may be approaching that truth. “The heat must be getting to you already.”
In a flash, Agate tied her hair in a new style, and Dylas was just about to comment something crude when she began removing her upper layer of clothing. Dylas’ eyebrows shot up, and he was momentarily grateful for the dark sunglasses that hid his expression and shielded her vision from his poignant stare. He had seen her in lesser clothing with injuries, sure – but this wasn’t a dreadful scenario where he had to be focusing on something else. He had something to take his mind off the brunette’s skin and curves and scars, but now there was only she and him. He’d hope his chin hadn’t dropped, and covered his expression with a flimsy hand as she passed by him, cheekily sticking her tongue out before making her way to the water.
Dylas paused for a moment before swallowing deeply. He tossed his sunglasses onto the pile of clothing Agate had left before breaking into a slight jog to catch up to her. Once he was beside her, the half-beast gave her his own challenging expression before breaking into a sprint, only stopping when the water level covered his legs and was nearing his waist. He turned back to Agate, his smirk wide and coy as he raked a hand through his hair, leaving trails of seawater along the top. “I’m not waiting for you, either.”
His need to pass her after her teasing was childish. But Agate was no better and with her competitive nature, she was probably worse. Regardless, once he took off sprinting towards the tide, she was quick to follow. Unfortunately, Dylas had made it to the water first, a smug look on his face, but in all fairness, he had a head start. Had it been a real race that would have constituted as cheating and the brunette would have demanded a rematch. But alas, this was no race. Officially at least.
“Oh, whatever,” she said, splashing him with water by kicking her foot out from the shallower end. “You just didn’t want to be left in the dust, standing alone by our stuff.” Her words were stated with full confidence as if she knew that was the real reason - which she did - which was followed by her continuing further into the water. Easily to the point where her feet could barely reach the sand, the tips of her toes being the only part that reached and kept her leveled.
She turned back to face him, an inviting smile on her face. “Come on. We didn’t come here to stand around.”
