The night started innocently. Him dragging her out of the hotel when he got bored after five minutes of laying around, searching for a bar to wind down after the show with his hand slipped in hers and stuffed in his jacket to protect her from the cold. Even though she said it didn't bother her, he knew it was going to sooner or later.
"Alright, found something a few minutes away. Seems fun." Showing her the pictures from google, she agreed. Steps a little faster to escape the night air and the crumble in her stomach.
The bar was alive before they arrived, voices etching through the late hour as they stepped in. Looking for a table, settling down opposite of each other. Malcolm's eyes curiously wandering around the room. It was small, cozy. Neon lights sharpening his features as she looked at his side profile. Watching as the corners of his mouth twitched up in serenity. Suppressing a smile of her own while looking at him.
They were dating for long enough for this to be common, still she felt like a little child when he looked so comfortable and grounded around her. No amount of love songs could change that smile she wore whenever he smiled at her.
There was a sparkle in his eyes - some dangerous mix of mischief and excitement - when he spotted something particular in the corner. Following his sight, she saw it too. Her smile falling and turning into refusal before he could argue his case.
"You can do whatever, I'm not going up there with you," she said, shaking her head and pointing at the small stage in the corner of the room where someone else got up to take on the usual embarrassment that came with a karaoke machine.
"Oh, come on, babe. It's just one song I'm asking for." Stretching his arms across the table he got a hold of her hands before she could pull them away. Pouting in the way she normally couldn't refuse.
When she still shook her head, he wrapped his hands around hers. Moving them around as if he was praying, silently asking for her promise until curious eyes glanced their way. Shutting him up, she slipped one of her hands out of his hold, hitting his arm to make him complain instead of whining.
"I'm not doing it, not again. I'm reminding you of how last time went."
In his head, it wasn't bad. It was quiet and shy but it wasn't dangerous for the hearing republic.
"Just one song, whichever. I'm even letting you chose," he tried compromising but she was still shaking her head.
"You need to get me drunk before I'm doing it."
And three drinks later, they were flipping through the catalogue. The DJ patiently waiting for them to stop their bickering over which song to sing.
"What about 'Everybody Talks'?" Malcolm suggested, already giggling before standing on stage. Not waiting for her to agree, solely selecting the song and pulling her up next to him. The mic in her hands felt heavy as he handed it over, pulling her back down to the bottom.
When the beat started, so did the nerves. Memories coming back to her. People telling her to shut up because she never had the best voice in the choir. Funny looks waltzing back into her peripheral vision from when she last stood on a stage like that. The alcohol disappearing out of her system, the nerves sobering her up until she stared out into the crowd that payed her no mind.
He took notice of her expression before she had the chance to fix her face and pretend that she was suddenly ill and run off the stage. Malcolm's hands found hers, tucking her closer. Their bodies facing each other. The hand which held the mic moved her head from the side towards him. His bones gently pressing against her jaw, applying enough pressure to bring her back down next to him. Her feet hitting the ground as her eyes met his. The smile unwavering on his face, not concerned but assuring.
His voice was low as he started singing, knowing the lyrics by heart. The mic close between them as he still held her gaze so she wouldn't slip away from his side. Nudging her to remind her that her part was coming up. Nodding as she lifted the mic and her eyes slipped to the text appearing in neon colours across the stage.
The longer she went on, the more excited he got. Jumping up and down when the chorus began, screaming into his mic, urging her to do the same and fall into the music instead of falling into herself.
When the song ended, both were out of breath. Laughing and doubling over. Rushing off stage as other people were already waiting, his arm thrown over her shoulders. Pulling her into his side, kissing the top of her head.
"That was mega," Malcolm laughed, sitting back down at their table. Pulling her into his lap, kissing her cheek. His muscles hurting from smiling and singing. "You were incredible."
summary: your relationship with malcolm has been falling apart, you crave his validation but you dont know that you have had it the whole time.
not proof read
contains…crappy written angst
malcolm was afraid. he was afraid of what was going to happen between him and you. things werent the same as they were when things started. you have been shoving him away, and he feels like a burden.
he was a busy guy. constantly writing songs or doing shows, but he made time for you always. but you have been so busy studying and you feel as if you cannot fail at anything. you want to make him proud. with the lack of communication you dont know how youre actually making him feel.
malcolm returned home and saw you sitting at the table with your back hunched over, doing work. “baby?. its 2. you gonna sleep?.” he asked, voice soft. you shook your head “no, finishing this. go to sleep mac. ill go after you in a bit.” he nodded “okay. goodnight then.” and kissed your cheek. you never followed him to bed that night. you fell asleep at the table.
you woke up in bed “did ..did i finish?” you said. not giving yourself enough time to even process anything. malcolm laughed softly “no but you fell asleep at the table. i brought you in here.” his arm brought you closer to him. “damn it mac. i was gonna finish it. you know that.” you mumbled. he sighed “no, no you weren’t. you fell asleep.” he was frustrated. he just wanted to hold you, work not being in the conversation.
“why cant you just let me do my own thing? why cant you just leave me alone malcolm??” you spat, but thats not the truth. it felt nice having him care, but that wasnt what she needed. you spoke again “why dont you stop getting in my way?!”. “because i love you!” he raised his voice “all you do is work. you dont make time for me, while thats what i do everyday for you.” you swore you saw his eyes water.
“malcolm..” you whispered. he shook his head, got up and left. you had no clue where he went. the only thing you could think about is the sound the door made when he slammed it on the way out..
after an hour you thought about it when you could finally think. the studio maybe?.. you got in the car and drove. determined to make things right. you and malcolm have never fought before, it felt terrible.
once you arrived you immediately walked in and saw malcolm. he was the only one in there, which is never the case. he looked like he was crying. “malcolm im sorry. im so so sorry . i thought if i did good i would make you proud , you make me proud every day i wanted to make you feel the same way towards me and i didnt think id be shutting you out.” tears ran down your cheek. he ran to you . hugging you, picking you up slightly. “its okay..its okay..” he kissed you softly.
you both promised communicate better from now on, and you did.
a/n: hi! first angst. i dont know how i feel about it but yaaaaa
𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉, you're who Malcolm wants, but you don't think you're enough
malcolm liked you– no, he loved you. to him you were everything, his eyes admired you as if you'd hung the stars in the sky and kept the moon in place, to him you were everything so he never understood how you couldn't see it.
it pained him, seeing how badly you struggled to love yourself, the way you never took his compliments. he yearned to love you, to tell you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you, but now as he stood here confessing you were shutting down.
you loved malcom, you really did but you truly couldn't understand why he'd want you, you felt yourself shutting down staring at him slightly wide eyed and confused.
"why me?" you stared at him, your voice low as if it were any louder the energy in the room would explode, "why not you sweetheart?"
you let out a shaky breath, your finger picking at your nail, "you don't want me malcolm, look at me."
malcolm's heart broke hearing you, god he wish he could just shake you and rattle that part of your brain that made you feel this way, "sweetheart, I want you so badly it scares me, I want to be the one who paints that soft smile on your face, I want to be the one hold you, to tell you how pretty and how worthy you are of love until you believe me, god I... I need to be the one to do that."
your eyes were glassy, the breath you'd taken sucked in as he approached you, his hands came to hold your face drawing softly circles on you cheeks, "malcolm you don't want me, trust me, im not the one you nee-" "quit saying that, I want you sweetheart, and I will wait as long as I need if I need to. I will show you how worthy you are of this, how beautiful you are, please let me."
you let out a shaky sigh, staring at malcom and the flowers disregarded on the countertop, you throat was aching but amidst all the overwhelming emotions pooling in your eyes and gut, you muttered a barely audible "okay."
malcom let go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding, his hands brought you closer placing soft kisses all over your face muttering small thank yous and how beautiful you are.
your eyes fluttered shut letting out a shaky sigh, it was overwhelming– you werent used to this, nor did you think you really deserved it, his kisses never stopped, getting closer to your lips, softly kissing the corners before fully engulfing you in the most heart aching and gentle kiss filled with nothing but love and longing.
and in that moment you finally let yourself believe you deserved this.
The way the sun danced over her body, one leg thrown over the covers. Hugging the blanket the same way she had hugged him the night before. Breathing in what was left of his scent on the pillow that slowly shaped itself like his head. It wasn't a lot but it was enough.
Having slipped out of her hold for coffee and fresh air, the wind brushed through his hair as he stood in the doorway. Arms crossed as he didn't dare to disturb the peace she found herself in that morning. Even when his legs began to get heavy and tired, he didn't move to sit down or abandon his view.
Birds were flying by the open window. Singing songs that sounded like the love songs she played for him. Their living room filled with records and CDs. Media that told stories they could fall into and pretend they were their own.
She shifted when the sun cast warmth on her eyes. Turning from the morning, mumbling words he couldn't make out. Reaching out for him but reaching nothing besides the blanket and the shirt he abandoned when the night got too hot. Huffing out an exhausted and disappointed grunt, she threw the shirt his way. Knowing where he was without having to look.
Laughing at her action, Malcolm patted over. Pushing their clothes to the side on his way over.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard. His hands treated through her hair, untangling the mess that came from turning in her sleep.
"Five minutes." The words were vibrating against his hipbones as she reached up for his arm. Pulling him down flush against her, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder. "Five more minutes and then life can begin but for now just stay with me."
"I won't go anywhere," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. Pulling her closer, her leg thrown over his. Limbs entangled. Neither caring about the heat that build between them. It was them and that was enough. Them and the quiet peace that a sunny morning brought.
Summary: After years of friendship, the disaster of her leaving crashes down on him. And after seeing him on his own, Malcolm becomes more than her best friend's little brother. With these conditions, getting stuck at his place in the middle of a snow storm, secrets are bound to unravel.
Warnings: some angst, fluff, they kind of act like they don't like each other at the beginning, first time writing for him so idk how to rightly characterize him yet
Wordcount: 2k
Masterlist, Rockstar Boyfriend Masterlist
It was ironic.
After months of being stuck with the same people, he had never felt as sick as when he wasn't with them. Or someone for that matter, anyone would be alright. Anyone but her.
The girl awkwardly standing in front of his door while the storm outside could be heard through the brick walls. Hair tousled, bones still shaking from the cold she just escaped. Shifting her weight from one dead foot to the other as neither said anything. He wasn't happy to see her and she could only reciprocate the feeling by looking everywhere but his eyes. Clearing her throat, shaking her head in disbelief of what she was about to say.
"Can I come in?"
He was stunned, even when he knew what she was going to ask. Voice as involuntary as always when she had to speak to him. Eyes avoiding him as if it would hurt her to look at him for whatever reason, he couldn't name.
Stepping aside, walking back into the comfort of his home, it didn't feel as comfortable anymore the moment she stepped inside. Putting her shoes next to his like it was second nature, shrugging her jacket off and hanging it where Audrey had told her to a few months prior when they met for the first time since school. Never fond of each other though it was never as bad as when they saw each other again.
The constant bickering and endless arguing was worse than with his siblings.
"What happened?" he asked, settling on his sofa, focus returning to his TV. Voice lazy and uninterested, still he waited for an answer. Glancing her side every few seconds just to catch the way her eyes took in his life. Her mind taking in the words and pictures hung on walls, printed on posters. The magnets on his fridge, the instruments and pedals cluttered around his space.
"Was on my way home from a family dinner and suddenly this storm hits. You were the nearest option for me not to die, hope you don't mind," she mumbled the last part with sarcasm dripping from her tongue like honey. Smooth and sweet in the way he was used to from her.
'I really couldn't care less whether you froze to death or not, but alright.' The words lingered on his tongue just to bite back. But with one last glance her way, he could see the genuine fear that he'd throw her out and leave her to herself out in the nightmare winter weather.
There was no reason for him to say it, so why did he say it every time he spoke to her?
They were good — civil — before she left the country for a year, and upon returning, he had never felt worse when seeing her. Hair styled to fit her face, clothes fitting like they were made for her. A smile on her face that she'd never worn around him. Body moving more freely as she danced through his living room with Audrey and Gracie.
"I don't mind, had nothing to do anyway," he answered, her head moving in his peripheral vision to let him know she was listening even when her eyes weren't on him. Falling back into their natural habitant of silence, both staring at the screen though neither paid enough attention to be able to recite even a second of the program.
When her focus fell back on his floor — notebooks scattered across the wood, words etched on it and crossed out again, laptop still on though the screen saver fell over the image a long time ago.
"What were you doing before I interrupted? Or, rather, tried to do." Laughing at the mess he'd created, arm falling on the headrest of his sofa, body twisting to face him. Laying her head on her palm, she watched as his eyes flew over the room before falling back on her. Knees pulled up, brushing his thigh. Mouth agape, breath falling on her and descending into the tension resting between them.
"Just, stuff," he stammered. Hands fidgeting, cheeks burning when all her focus was on him. Clearing his throat when he found his composure again. Spine straightening. Cursing himself for still feeling nervous around her even after all the years when Audrey brought her over the first time.
For eight year old him, she was everything. Kind, not like his sister or her other friends. Talking to him when everyone else was not paying attention to him at Audrey's birthday. Involving him, dragging him along, making him comfortable. Giving him old tests from her so he could get better grades and still had time to do what he wanted with his free time. Paying attention and not being disgusted once he hit puberty, though she never reacted the way he wanted once he grew into himself and out of the awkward stages of growing up.
And when she left, it felt like she left him behind. Audrey moved out and she moved away. All of his childhood gone, but the worst was that she didn't seem sorry about it or hurt in the way he'd felt.
"Tried making some music stuff," he answered more clearly. "Demos or beats, anything really."
"No luck?"
"Not for a while." Picking his laptop up, he looked through his last files. Started demos, unfinished beats, nothing ever complete. "Been stuck for some time, after tour nothing ever feels good."
"Right, the tour." He had thought she knew about it, that Audrey told her about it or that she'd seen it somewhere on the internet. "I saw you. You were good."
"You saw me?"
"Yeah, when you were in London, I was there too. I didn't think much of it at first, you know? You're kind of still Audrey's little brother." Of course he was. Of course there was nothing more on her mind revolving him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded as if he wasn't faced by the wording. "But after that, you were — I don't know. More, I guess? Your own person. It felt weird seeing you there in the 02 Forum when I only ever saw you in shitty bars or your parents living room. Felt like I missed out on something while away."
"Why didn't you visit me? I wouldn't have minded seeing someone familiar from home who wasn't going to bully me all the time." When she let out a laugh at his indication, he was quick to follow.
Her face filling with red colour as she let her head fall further on her arm. Skin squished against sweater, eyes looking up at him as if he'd given her the world with the warmth he was offering to her in his apartment.
"Didn't think you'd want to see me."
The words stung, clinging to the blade she pushed right through his chest the first time she smiled at him. Twisting it with innocent eyes and a whisper as she spoke.
"Audrey said, that you were pretty busy. I didn't think you'd want any distraction or potential bother."
"You could never be a bother, not to me. Did I ever make you feel like a bother?"
"I mean, the last two months were pretty telling to me."
His head fell back, hands over his eyes as if that could make him disappear, or her. Or the last two months, or the feelings that have been building inside of him since middle school.
"Fuck, no. I mean, yes, I was being an asshole. But not because of you, not directly. It was just, everything. Seeing you again and seeing that you seemed so much happier after being away from here. I don't know. Part of me still feels like that eight year old kid that you told that nowhere was as nice as my house. When you went away, it felt a bit like betrayal. When you came back, so different, it felt like you weren't sorry for it either."
The silence stretched between them. Peaking at her from in between his fingers, he could see the sly smile filled with sympathy and something deeper. Understanding fueled by equality. It was like they shared a brain, his wishes of what she'd say tumbled out of her mouth and the reaction she hoped for fell over his features as she spoke.
"You think, that I didn't cry myself to sleep almost every night because of how much I missed you? All of you, this. The sun and the warmth and just having people around that I knew and could talk to." Reaching over, she took his hand from his face. Guiding it to grace her face as she could feel his muscles trembling.
The rest came through with his instincts. The way his hand cradled his face. How he pushed the lose strands of hair out of her face. His body turning to face hers directly, fingers tracing the shape of her cheek and nose and jaw. Eyes slipping over every little feature he was afraid of having forgotten while they were apart, though it was all still the same. Her face gained back it's colour under his touch.
"I missed you too," he mumbled, inching closer. His finger ghosting over her lips, tracing their outline. Making her stutter without having her say something. Leaning in, slowly. Watching as her eyelids fluttered close because he had to make sure he wasn't dreaming about this.
But when her lips brushed over his and the goosebumps rose over his arms and neck, he felt it. The reality of it all. Crashing down, making him float when her hands fell against his chest and she tumbled forward. Falling right into his lap. Both laughing at the scene, their chests heaving with anticipation.
Her fingers curled against the collar of his shirt. Pulling him down, meeting him halfway when his world seemed to stop and his heart feared to drop. Their lips moving in a rhythm so conscious and perfect like they were made for nothing more than this. Their dance was a practiced one, flowing with ease and urgency to feel every second that sieved through their bones and senses.
Losing their hold but keeping their connection, their ragged breaths tangled up while neither had the nerve to open their eyes. The fear of this not being how it felt to them too big to acknowledge the shift in their relationship. This was something that couldn't be easily forgotten.
"I wrote about a hundred songs about you," he confessed, eyes drooping from the high, breath trying to catch itself while he spoke. "About this and how I imagined it could happen."
"Is it the way you imagined?" Her eyes opened to see his still closed. Laughing out of shock.
"It's better. Feels real for the first time."
He swallowed, nodding with the threat of his sanity falling apart now too. Not saying another word, waiting for her to push him off and leaving him to wallow in his own misery. Though all he felt was her finger gracing his cheekbone and her easing the crease on his forehead with a kiss so gentle he could've cried.
"Can I hear them?"
Opening his eyes, he looked to his left without answering, searching for the only complete demo he had from over the years. Pressing play and letting her fall into his mind. Giving her the key to his inner thoughts with no regrets as she leaned her head against his chest. Both chests falling in contempt as they listened to the quiet guitar and his almost whispered words. The audio feeling like a secret he wasn't too sure he wanted to share with anyone but the one they were dedicated to. Her.
Summary: stuck in the same city (and apartment) as her ex-partner, she finds new connections on the run from him
Warnings: internal angst, anxiety, fluff
Wordcount: 1.5k
Masterlist, Rockstar Boyfriend Masterlist
Los Angeles was gonna be the reason for her death.
It would be engraved in her gravestone, overgrown by ivy-veins and moss. The letters half identifiable though those who remembered her would remember the words.
Love was always a dream, some hopeless, pitiful intervention that came to her mind whenever life became too ordinary to romanticize the small things that she couldn't control. The poets would disagree, saying that love wasn't something she could control, that it was made by the heavens and spoken by angels but she wasn't a poet, only a woman and when she fell in love, she fell with caution.
The first time she met him was in spring when the flowers just began to bloom but the winter's cold still lingered in freezing fingertips and smoke-like breaths. She should've known by then that her mind wasn't telling her to turn around and go back home because of the cold when the sun was shining right down at her but rather because of the way his lips curled into a smirk, his mind already spiraling into mischief and cruel intentions.
She should've known by then that whatever deal she was about to make wasn't one initiated by angels and heaven. It wasn't love but she got stuck in it anyways. The sweet taste of honey on his lips and the soft touch that he offered her late at night.
The apartment was cold, the windows open far enough to drag out any last remains of his cologne that might linger. She would avoid his presence for as long as she could until he came back home to the apartment he owned. The one she shouldn't still be in but Los Angeles was expensive and her job too good to let go simply because the city wasn't made for people like her.
With her feet pulled up, laptop in her lap, she clicked through the endless emails that seemed to get longer and longer with every new one she opened. Requests, reminders, invitations: the usual business she wished to send to a PA and be done with, someone who might actually enjoy answering those people and communicating with them.
He still lingered by late noon when the sun slowly bled into the horizon and every mail was answered and send back. It still lingered even when he hadn't yet come back and she lit two scented candles that infiltrated the room and her nostrils all the same.
She needed to get out before she might never be able to smell anything other than his scent.
The heat had become bearable the later it got, summer already marching towards the coast before spring could fully begin. Even after two years spent in the city, the unnatural cycle of seasons was something she couldn't seem to get used to. The palm trees were still casting shadows at six pm and no one needed to turn the lights on in their kitchen or living room.
Only the neon signs were lit, guiding the starving and lonesome through window fronts and menu cards. The Pizza place two streets down was the only place where she could never find him sitting in the corner of a long lost memory. It was always too cheap and too small though on days like these it seemed like the biggest luxury she could have asked for.
Sitting down in one of the last booths, tapping her fingers on the counter top of the table to the beat of whichever song was playing, she looked through the menu with critical eyes. They only served the dark olives and their jalapeno tasted like hot sauce but the food was warm and enough to keep her satisfied. She looked through the options like she was gonna opt for anything else than the last few times she was there though in the end the same order fell from her mouth, making the waiter grin in knowing before walking away.
The song changed, a quiet humming pressed against her closed mouth, vibrating against her lips. The beat making her feet tap against the ground.
"You think the song's good?" A voice asked from behind her, low and teasing as she stopped her humming. Turning around to face the person who made her blush in embarrassment like a child who got caught dancing through grocery store aisles.
A guy, someone who must've been around the same age as her, thick blond hair and even thicker eyebrows framing his pale blue eyes and chapped lips. A slow smirk danced on his face when she was too stunned that someone noticed her to answer him in time to not make it awkward. So he answered for her, keeping their conversation alive before it could even breath for the first time. A quick check of CPR to tell whether they were already dead before she could tell him to shut up. "I heard you humming and you know the melody so you must at least think it's bearable to listen to."
"I've heard it on the radio once or twice," she answered, turning further to him.
The boy made space where his arm was leaning on the small wooden space that separated their booths. "And you remembered it," he remarked like it held any weight whether she liked the song or not.
"It's an easy melody to remember."
"It's actually more complex than you think," he began to tell her about the different layers of the production before he got interrupted by the waiter placing his pizza out in front of him. Thanking the server and turning back, a slice now in his hand and halfway to his mouth before he noticed the amused look on her face and slowly pulled the food away from his already half open mouth. Closing it and clearing his throat.
"What was I saying?" he asked, laying his slice back down.
"You can eat if you want to, don't let me keep you from anything." Stuffing a giggle behind her palm, he rolled his eyes at the scene. Making a fool of himself wasn't what he anticipated though something he definitely should've seen coming.
"I'm not eating while you're starving and having to watch me." Tilting his head as if it was common sense the way he thought. "Basic manners." Shrugging and turning further to her so his hand rested on his palm only inches away from her own.
Feeling a blush form on her face from the proximity, she looked up to what still lingered on his head. Taking the sunglasses from him, her fingers brushing through his hair making him sigh without meaning to, she put them on as if they knew each other long enough for it to be normal.
"What do you think?" she asked, feeling the frame already slipping from her nose. Pushing it back up, she could make out a shadowed version of him pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a second before letting it pop back out. Unaware of her gaze fixated on the action, he answered, "It's definitely too big for you, hides all the good features." Stealing it back, he lays them on the table.
The same waiter returns, now to her side of the booth. Placing the plate down while eyeing the pair with curiosity neither can judge, they hold the same in their perceptive gaze.
They should part ways now, they both knew it. Turn around and eat in silence and the first one that was finished should pay and leave and maybe catch eyes when walking past but nothing more. Though she had learned long ago that her brain wasn't what she listened to usually so she looked from her plate to his eyes and down to his plate before focusing back on his gaze.
"You wanna come over? Eat together and continue talking," she suggested, slightly nudging her head to the other side of the booth.
Without answering he got up, smiling shyly as he sat opposite her. Plates almost touching on the table.
"What even is your name?" she asked after taking the first bite, mouth still half full as she spoke.
"Malcolm," he answered in the same way.
Telling him her name, they went back to eating. Exchanging slices halfway through before simultaneously swapping plates and continue eating. Conversation floating easily between bites.
When she was on the last slide, her brain went back to the beginning of their conversation. "Why were you so keen on getting my opinion on the song that played?"
"It's my song," he said casually, shrugging as if it was a natural answer.
"What?" Coughing up the surprise that got stuck in her throat, her eyes widened in surprise.
"I wrote it, I'm singing on it," he explained. "It's my song."
"It's a good song," she finally decided. Nodding, going back to eating.
"Thanks."
When they finished up, he took out his card before she could even think about paying. Telling the waiter to charge both their orders and a seven percent tip.
Summary: spending time on a boat can make hungry, luckily Malcolm has snacks with him
Warnings: I've never eaten oysters so maybe this is bad describtion, fluff
Wordcount: 0.4k
Masterlist, Rockstar Boyfriend Masterlist
The boat was slightly wavering in the wind as she finally settled down next to Malcolm. His arm instinctively going around her shoulder, pulling her out of the sun and into the shadow his body cast underneath the roof. His jeans abandoned by his feet, the french riviera passing them by slowly.
It was something that had been on their minds ever since summer started to come around. "Lets just go somewhere, get a boat and strip ourselves of any responsibility."
Drawn to the freedom and quiet, he woke one day, picked her up with their bags packed and they went over to place she dreamed of going ever since he showed her pictures of his family vacation a few years back.
Moving the book out of her face as his frame cast a shadow that was big enough for her not having to squint when looking his way, light drops of water still peeling off from his skin. Her muscles tensed as the cold friction dropped on her shoulders and met her back as she leaned against chest.
"You hungry?" Malcolm asked, soothing the skin down her arm and over her waist. Playing with the hem of her swim clothes, the cover up abandoned a while ago per his request.
"A bit," she said, ultimately shifting her focus from the words written on paper on his face. Catching him in a soft kiss that still held the salt from the ocean between them. "But I don't feel like getting off the boat yet."
"We don't necessarily have to." Leaning down, he picked up the tote bag from their trip to some town the day before. Pushing past magazines, games and drinks to find what he was looking for. Fishing out five little shells, handing her two and keeping the others for himself, he wasn't one to waste time before opening the shells.
"When did you get those?" she asked, placing one of the two oysters on her lap to open up the other one. Following his movement of cracking them open with an ease.
"Some old lady at the market yesterday sold them, thought it might be good to have some snacks."
Holding them up, toasting like it was a special occasion, they clinked the outer-bodies together before tipping their heads back and letting it slide into their mouth and down their throats.
"They're good," she said while swallowing it down.
