#indiesnix

[indielynn]

WET

WET:  My muse strips down to their undergarments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

Ryder felt inexplicably happy, completely unable to wipe the dumb grin off his face. He didn't even realise it was possible to be this happy. Yet here he was, walking back from dinner hand in hand with his drop-dead gorgeous wife, who also happened to be the mother of his child. The greatest child to ever exist, not that he was biased or anything.

Sure, he may have had a few too many tequilas at dinner and that may have been contributing to his giddy mood. But he was in Mexico, on his honeymoon. He didn't think he could really be blamed for enjoying himself.

"Come on, let's go to the beach." He suggested as he opened the door to their villa. The one that had access to a private beach area out the back. They'd paid extra for it, not wanting to risk any paparazzi shots getting out or being invaded by any Santana fans who happened to be lurking in Mexico.

Ryder didn't wait for an answer before he was dragging Santana through the house, out into the garden and then through the gate onto the beach. It was dark, with only the distant resort lights and the moonlight bouncing off the sea to guide them.

He stopped a few metres short of the water, quickly shimmying out of his clothes. He was too drunk to feel any cold (though it was Mexico so cold didn't really come into it) as he even ditched his underwear before running towards the water.

"Come on San, it's about time we crossed skinny dipping off our list," Ryder called back towards where Santana was still standing by his clothes, watching him with a bemused look on her face.

Ryder watched as Santana began to take off her own clothes, albeit much too slowly for his liking. He waited for her to get down to her underwear before deciding she'd taken too long. "You snooze, you lose." He practically yelled (his volume button often broke when he'd been drinking) as he raced towards her, easily picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "I don't care if that didn't make sense." Ryder laughed, heading back into the water with Santana still draped over his shoulder and back.

[indielynn]

“ hey, you can talk to me. ”

“It’s nothing.” Ryder lied, his stomach twisting itself into knots. He passed the lit joint in his hand back to Santana, turning to stare at the sky. They’d snuck out onto the roof to smoke and escape their troubles for a while.

Except Ryder couldn’t seem to get away from his. It always seemed to be one thing after the other for him. Apparently, his life had peaked at ten years old and it was all downhill from there. But now he had a whole new thing to fixate on, to freak out about. 

He hadn’t meant to kiss Jake but he was really drunk, and the dude was super hot. Which was exactly what Ryder was still struggling to wrap his head around. Since when did he find guys hot? Had he always? Was this a part of him now? 

It was giving him anxiety and he looked over at Santana again, considering confiding in her. She had been there for him countless times before, and she knew the rest of his deep dark secrets without judging him for them. Maybe he could talk to her. 

“Okay, fine.” He said, starting to doubt himself but he pushed on anyway. “I kissed someone at Sam’s party last month and I don’t know what it means or what to do about it. It was a really good kiss but I’ve kind of been avoiding them since.” 

He paused as Santana asked him who the lucky girl was. It was now or never.

“Um, it was Jake.” 

Well, it was out there now. 

[indielynn]

Jake was looking forward to his night out with Santana. It felt like forever since they’d been able to hit the town together. It’d been six months since she’d given birth, plus the nine months of pregnancy so it pretty much had been forever. He knew he had slipped down her priority list, now that she had an actual baby to look after. Jake understood that, but it didn’t mean he was looking forward to getting back to what they always used to do best.

He knew things would be different. That she would probably be a lightweight after not drinking for so long, that they’d probably be heading home much earlier than they used to so she could get home to her family, and that she’d likely drunkenly show at least three people baby photos tonight. But he would take what he could get, it would still be fun regardless. 

He stood outside the bar they’d arranged to meet at, excitedly awaiting her arrival. Jake grinned when he finally spotted her, instinctively opening his arms for a hug. “Lopez! Are you ready to get your drink on?”