Beach Fire
Requested by @sutoritaimu – F – Fire at the beach with Riggs? X Characters – Riggs x Reader Word Count – 888
As you got out your car, you walked around to the back, opening the door and bringing out a case of beer. Closing the doors and locking it you balanced the beer on your hip as you walked down the beach, kicking your shoes off. You picked them up and carried them in your spare hands as you spotted the group. As you walked along Murtaugh spotted you, pulling away from Trisha to raise his hands. ‘Y/N!’ He said, you noticed the beer in his hands, knowing he was slightly tipsy. You chuckled and placed the beer onto the sand. ‘I come bearing beer.’ You said and they all gave a small cheer. You turned around and noticed the only spare seat was next to Riggs on a colourful towel, that looked like it was Riana’s. You grabbed two beers before heading over and sat next to him, your shoulders brushing with his slightly.
‘You okay?’ Riggs asked as he looked down at you. ‘Just getting cold.’ You said, as you looked at RJ and Murtaugh talking heatedly about something. he looked at you before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders bringing you closer to him. You mumbled thanks as you tucked your arm behind his back, and under the shirt, to keep your arm warm. You looked up when Riana appeared in front of you holding another beer. ‘Thanks.’ You said as you reached up and took it from her. ‘You’re welcome.’ She replied, looking between you and Riggs. ‘I’m gonna take them back now, other wise they’ll all be cranky in the morning.’ She said, you and Riggs chuckled and agreed. ‘Here let me help.’ You said as you placed the beer bottle down in the sand. ‘No, it’s fine.’ She tried to stop you, but you shook your head. ‘No, it’s no problem. We’ll both help.’ Riggs said, as he stood up offering you a hand, you took it and he pulled you up. You placed your arms in the sleeves of his flannel and made you way over to Murtaugh, as Trish and RJ were already making their way to the car. ‘Come on old man.’ You said, as you offered your arm to Murtaugh who took it and got up. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and Riggs done the same on the other side. ‘Riggs?’ Murtaugh asked. ‘Yeah, Rog?’ Riggs answered. ‘Have you asked her out yet?’ He asked, you glanced at Riggs with a raised eyebrow and he shook his head. ‘Who’s he to ask out Roger?’ You questioned. ‘Y/N, he’s been in love with her for a while now.’ He mumbled but you heard him perfectly fine, you looked at Riggs who was refusing to look at you. Once you were at the car, you let go of Roger allowing Riggs to put him in the car and you walked around the Riana and she rolled down the window. ‘Be careful driving home.’ You warned her, she nodded and as you were about to walk away her hand reached out and took a hold of your wrist. ‘What dad said, it’s true.’ She whispered, you glanced at Riggs to see him struggle with Roger. ‘And I know you like him as well.’ She stated as you looked back at her. She let go of your hand and smiled slightly at you which you returned before you said bye to RJ and Trish and walking back down to the beach.
‘Been in love with me for a while?’ You asked as you heard him come up behind you. ‘So you heard him?’ Riggs said, you nodded your head. ‘It was hard not to.’ You said as you turned to face him. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ You questioned him, he looked down to his feet, kicking some sand about. ‘I was scared.’ He told you honestly. ‘The almighty Riggs was scared of telling me you loved me?’ You teased him. ‘Well, what would he say if I was to recuperate the feelings?’ You said, and he looked at you, a small smirk appearing. ‘Well, first he would tell you how cute you look in his shirt and second he’d do this.’ He said before reaching forward and grabbing the flannel pulling you closer to him. He placed a hand on you hip bringing you closer and the other on your jaw as he lowered his lips and connected them with yours. Both your hands went to his neck, pulling him closer until you both reluctantly pulled apart for some air. ‘We’ll have to thank Roger in the morning.’ You said out of breath, he chuckled. ‘Yeah, or we can’ t.’ He suggested. ‘Why?’ You asked. ‘Everyone may have a bet on us? And he might have just one.’ He told you. You pulled back more. ‘They have a bet on us?’ You asked, and he nodded. ‘Who’s lost?’ You questioned. ‘Bailey, she thought I’d do it last month at the charity ball.’ He told you, you smiled. ‘What did Roger bet?’ You asked him next. ‘That I would do it tonight.’ He informed you. ‘How? The fire was planned last minute- or did they all plan this?’ You asked him, he bit his lip before rubbing the back of his neck. ‘They might have planned this.’ He said truthfully.











