t-thinking about... kissing your "friend" surfer!abby's shoulder under the sun? sitting next to each other, facing the sea, her skin that tastes like sunscreen and salty water ❤️🩹
this is, once again, sooo late and im so so sorry to whoever sent this skmfkg.. im still trying to get back into my writing groove, but i'm slowly getting there and have a few things planned i promiseee. ANYWAYS anon you are sooo brilliant for this. for this sort of situation i think surfer!abby and reader have very long and established friendship. i think they'd have a generally very touchy feely and kinda flirty relationship until someone really decides to make the first move. i hope i do your idea justice and thank you for sending it!
nights spent the beach with abby aren't even remotely uncommon. in fact, it had become a bit of a weekly thing. you'd decide on a night when you were both free and sit on the beach for hours just talking. sometimes you would pack a picnic or grab food on the way, but most of the time you were lucky to just sit and be with each other.
when abby picks you up for your planned beach 'date', something you had started calling it a few months ago just to hear her annoyed groan and brief lack of eye contact with you, she seems... nervous? she's bouncing her thigh up and down and biting one of her nails— a habit you've been trying to get her to break for years.
"are you okay, abs?" you ask when you get into her car, slight worry lacing your voice.
she holds her hand up and waves you off, "i'm fantastic." she clears her throat and turns to look at you. "now let's go. i don't have all day."
you settle yourself on the shore as abby takes off into the still water for a quick swim. the plush blanket that she brought is soft beneath your legs and there's a smile on your face as you watch her. she's so in her element here, so at peace, and you feel the same way watching her.
she finally makes her way back towards you after a few minutes, smiling at you before shaking her wet hair at you.
"abigail!" you exclaim, covering your face until she stops. "god, you're like a child." you say, though there's no true annoyance in your voice.
she doesn't say anything, just laughs as she grabs a towel to quickly dry herself off with before sitting down next to you.
her laughing fades into a comfortable silence, and you feel an overwhelming sense of contentment in this moment. every so often you can feel water drop from her hair and onto your shoulder. you can smell her sunscreen, the one she's been using for as long as you can remember, and feel the warmth of her skin against yours.
the feeling is so... good and so strong you feel as though you could cry. you turn to look at her and feel your heart start to pound just a little bit harder.
her head is tilted up towards the sky and her eyes are closed, likely enjoying the feeling of the breeze. the moon is bright and you can see her face so clearly. her freckles are so prominent due to immense amounts of time spent in the sun and her lips are fixed in a slight pout. you're sure she's unaware of it, but you've always noticed it and never pointed it out because it's something you love about her.
likely feeling your eyes on her, she opens hers and turns to look at you. her brows furrowing, "what? do i have something on my face?"
you don't say anything, eyes scanning her face before you reach to place your hand against her cheek. she sucks in a quick breath, suddenly seeming to register what you're going to do.
it takes you about two seconds to gather the courage, and another to silently make sure she's okay with it, before you press your lips to hers. it's quick at first, something just a little bit longer than a peck, before you pull back. she doesn't say anything at first and you're afraid you've crossed a line, until she reaches for you and presses her lips to yours again.
her hand is against the side of your neck, and her thumb is pressed against your jaw. the kiss lasts much longer this time around, and slightly more urgent as well. warmth blooms in your chest as your hand tangles itself in her damp hair, and you're hyperaware of how her lips feel against yours. they're soft aside from one spot on her bottom lip that she has a habit of nervously biting, and you can taste the tropical gum she'd been chewing in the car.
she pulls back first, albeit reluctantly, and you both look at each other silently for a second before you both grin.
"see?" you say, hand reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear, "i told you these were dates."
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