Your day was marked by the crisp of the evening warmth and the hubbub of your friends who – stationed in front of you – were competing in a game of volleyball. Throughout the ruckus, some sand managed to be lodged in your direction.
“Sorry mate!” Aj yells from the distance in front of you.
You yell in feigned fury and massage the corner of your pinky toe that the sand lightly grazed.
“Well now you’re just being dramatic,” Aj jests.
You were being dramatic.
Asshole! You thought. And then you agreed. Then you laughed.
Aj laughs along before continuing his game.
“What are you doing laughing with him? Laugh with me.” Your gaze falls upon your boyfriend who currently lays his head on your thigh, an arm loosely draped across both your legs.
You and Niko along with your friends needed a break and you all agreed on the leisure activity of a beach day. You’re now sitting in the comfort of a tree’s shadow, trying to cater to the needy koala attached to your leg.
“Well make me laugh, then.”
“You’re a little wisecrack, huh?” Niko pinches your inner thigh – not rough enough to hurt you, but rough enough to elicit a yelp from you. Your boyfriend haughtily laughs at the look of disbelief displayed on your face.
“You idiot, I said, make me laugh, not you.”
Niko smiles at you, “I’m sorry, love,” he plants a small kiss on your thigh, his fingers playing with the string of your bikini.
“It’s ok,” you softly assure him; your hand instinctively reaches for his hair as you massage his scalp, turning your gaze to your friends once again.
Sharky yells at the both of you to join the game, and you’re not too sure if that was a question or an order, but you both get up anyways.
Adorning your mini skirt, you head on over to your friends’ direction; but not before your boyfriend grabs your upper arm and leans down to your ear, declaring that he’s going to “whoop your butt” in Volleyball. You raise an eyebrow and ignore the nagging thought that the sunlight enhanced the beauty of your boyfriend’s face tremendously. Sarcasm paints your smile as you pat his butt before running off to your team. You giggle and ignore the flustered calls of Niko’s.
Both teams stood at a tie, and your team’s win depended on this very round. You catch Niko's eye, and he winks at you.
Bemused at the punk’s attempt to fluster you, you wink right back and get in position to strike the ball that Kenny set from the back.
“Aww, dear, why so serious?” You feign a pout and poke at your boyfriend’s chest.
You’re both strolling alongside the shops that border the beach, enjoying ice cream cones; and you, specifically, revelling in your boyfriend’s loss during the volleyball game.
Niko glances at your playful pout and rolls his eyes, a slight smile threatening to break out on his face. “I’m not, you little bug.”
“Yeah, you are,” you drag out the ‘Yeah’.
Keeping his gaze straight forward, Niko raises the back of his hand and tips your cone back, the ice cream caking your nose.
“Bastard!” scandalised, you hop and fling Niko’s ice cream cone.
The entire ice cream cone falls flat onto the road.
You and Niko stare at the flattened ice cream cone in disbelief.
The dread on Niko’s face evokes a snort from you, to which your boyfriend looks at you unimpressed.
“Here—” you extend your hand that holds your ice cream cone - albeit melted, but nonetheless - “—you can have mine.”
“Thanks, but no. Let’s go buy a new one.”
“All the way back there?!” You turn your head back, mourning your future self’s legs at the sight of the long journey back to the ice cream shop.
A huff eludes from your boyfriend, before he hoists you up into a bridal carry.
You are more than comfortable in this position, licking your ice cream as you enjoy the view of the face of your carrier.
In the store, Niko sets you down on a chair. An accusatory finger is pointed directly at you. “Stay.”
A mumble akin to ‘sodemandingsheesh’ leaves your mouth, but you comply nonetheless.
Niko overlooks the ice cream flavours, eventually figuring out the one he wants. At the thought of you, he turns to ask, “Love, do you—”
He finds that you’ve not only left your seat, but that you seem to have found a lot of comfort in the sidewalk across the street which overlooks the ocean.
He smiles, endeared by your antics. Niko turns back around to the employee. “Make it two, please.”
“That’s entirely unfair, you were making fun of me!” You and your boyfriend are sitting back at the beach, under the same tree, the sun’s gleam ever so mellow; debating where things went wrong before the Incident.
“Well, you’re the jokester, I figured you could take a joke,” you defend your mockings from earlier.
“She’s not wrong, Niko,” Chunkz validates your point and you nod your head at him in acknowledgement.
“Chunkz, shut your mouth.” Niko wasn’t actually mad. He enjoys the banter a lot. Like. A lot. He thrives off of it.
“Rude body,” you shake your head as you tut at the man sitting across you. “Also, it’s your turn.”
Niko moves his knight to G3. “Your turn.” At the sight of a stray hair, he tucks the strand behind your ear. You look up at him, a questioning smile adorning your face.
What’s his strategy?
Sensing your thoughts, he rolls his eyes at your paranoia and clears up “That wasn’t a strategic move; can’t a man love on his girlfriend?” You don’t fail to see Niko’s smug smile.
You realise your boyfriend’s priority of flirting left his Queen in a vulnerable position. “First of all, don’t ever say ‘love on his girlfriend’ ever again — ” you move your knight, “Second of all; checkmate.”
Your laughter reverberates and your friends break out into celebratory song and dance; and Niko can’t help but smile at the joy exuding from you.
“I’m sorry for making fun of you.” You interlock your fingers with his and kiss his hand.
“It’s ok,” Niko assures you.
Sitting on the deck while overlooking the sunset, you and Niko enjoy the sight in each other’s presence.
“I love you.” You utter.
Niko stared at you and couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it’s the warmth of your skin. Maybe it’s the way the late evening sun’s gaze appreciates the rich brown of your eyes. Maybe it’s the way you physically react to an intense moment in the books you bury yourself in. Maybe it’s the elegance and unapologetic kindness you emanate. Maybe it’s the warmth of your soul. Maybe it’s all of this. Maybe that’s why he is in love. Who cares, really? That much he can't deny. He thinks of little else but you. And when you turn your head to meet his gaze, he thinks he’s fallen in love all over again.
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warnings: kissing (grow up) | microscopic insinuation of smut
genre: fluff-ish
The warm glow of candlelight pranced across the wooden tables, casting a romantic aura over the exclusive restaurant. Soft jazz melodies filled the air and you couldn’t help but feel grateful that the man across from you booked the restaurant out just for the two of you.
Seated comfortably across from each other, you both silently exchanged gazes. The gleam of his playful eyes mirrored the mischievous smile that played on his lips. “You know love—”
Oh lord.
“—you look beautiful tonight.”
He makes it a point to stare directly into your eyes as he said that. He’s trying to fluster you. You collect yourself and dig through your brain for a rebuttal.
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you quip, leaning back in your chair with a feigned air of nonchalance.
He chuckles, leaning forward, his tall frame towering over the table, “I’m just stating the obvious,” he replies smoothly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Besides, how could I not compliment the sexiest woman in the room?”
“I am quite literally the only woman in the room,” you deadpan.
He doesn’t shake. “Point still stands.”
Rolling your eyes playfully, you reach for your glass, taking a sip as you glance around the restaurant. “I think you’re biassed,” you tease, your tone light.
“I think maybe we should head home so I can show you just how biassed I really am.”
“Niko,” you interject with a playful smirk, “We just got here. Let’s enjoy our meal first, yeah?”
He leans back, his hand rubbing his chest as a charming grin spreads across his face. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave.”
The waiter arrives, presenting a menu filled with dishes. Niko glances over at you, his eyes full of mischief. “What do you feel like tonight, love?”
You scan the menu, your gaze flickering between the options. “Hmm, how about the grilled salmon? It looks delicious.”
“Beautiful,” Niko nods approvingly, signalling the waiter. “We’ll have two grilled salmon dishes, please.”
As the waiter retreats to fulfil the order, Niko’s attention returns to you. “You know,” he starts again, his voice dropping, “I’ve been thinking—”
“You’re always thinking.”
“Hush.”
You hush.
“—I want to leave this country with you; you know, a little trip to wherever the hell.”
“Niko,” you tease, leaning in with a smirk, “Are you trying to get me to run away with you to a secret hideout?”
His grin widens, the playful glint in his eyes undimmed. “Yes. I am. Wouldn’t you love a break from the paparazzi?”
You chuckle, knowing both your aversions to public attention. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll survive another night of flashing cameras.”
He leans back, his elbows on the counter. His gaze falls onto you.
You stand to the side of him, your front facing the counter with Niko's credit card in hand.
“A halter dress.” He states.
“Hmm?” Your eyes divert to him after paying for the food.
“This dress you’re wearing. Halter. I bought it because I knew you’d look good in it.”
You raise your bejeweled hand and rest it on the abdomen of his black suit as you lean into him. You whisper, “I look better without it.”
Niko’s eyes darken. Your spouse wastes no time to pull your hand, and you fall into him, both your lips connecting into a kiss. Niko’s leaning position on the counter leaves him slightly below eye-level with you as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him. You disconnect from the kiss out of necessity for oxygen.
Niko’s already staring at you by the time you open your eyes. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
You smile, a mix of challenge and affection in your eyes. “Only for you.”
He pecks your lips countless times before lifting you up bridal style. You’re unaffected by his bashful behaviour, used to his antics, and accept the state you’re in.
“Where are we going?” you ask, softly laughing.
“Someplace where I can admire that dress properly,” he replies.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?” You mock his earlier question.
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