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“Catch this!”
A sudden splash startled you as you sat on the edge of the pool, your feet dangling limply below as you felt the cool water relax your once tense, travel-beaten legs. You quickly pulled up your arms in an attempt to cover your body from the water’s embrace, yet it was too late, and more droplets than you would’ve liked met your skin in an instant.
As soon as it was over you opened your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips as you realized that your favourite swimsuit was now wet, along with most of your skin and hair, which had been sprinkled too. You couldn’t expect to come to a pool and leave spotless, but you had hoped it would be a peaceful experience in the least. And you weren’t the only one who wasn’t happy.
“Polnareff!” The voice from behind you called out, irritation weaving its way into it, “Could you please stop being so childish? We’re trying to stay dry here.”
You turned your head, meeting two very familiar figures who lay on some of the hammocks by the pool. First, the one who had spoken, Kakyoin, who sat under a blue beach umbrella and was wearing a pair of very unique sunglasses. His nose had been previously buried in his book, right before your travel companion had decided to declare war in the pool against Joseph.
You couldn’t even catch a glimpse of the face of the man laying next to Kakyoin, but his signature black coat and pants already told you enough of who he was. As soon as he was hit with the water, you had heard a low grumble emanate from his throat in dissatisfaction. Just as Kakyoin was speaking, he raised his body so he was in a sitting position, one of his legs touching the floor, while the other lay stretched on the hammock. His arms behind him and holding his body upright, he furrowed his brow.
“Good grief, old man,” He directed his gaze towards his grandfather, who seemed equally as thrilled as Polnareff to be in the pool and running out and about. “You don’t ever seem to get tired. We came to this hotel to rest - you should be doing just that.”
“What can I say, Jotaro?” Joseph laughed from the pool, pulling back his soaked, grey hair so it didn’t drip on his forehead, “I’m fresh as a lily, as they say!”
“It’s fresh as a daisy, Mr. Joestar, not a lily,” Kakyoin retorted, not raising his head from his book.
“He might actually be developing some dementia. Poor man.” Polnareff laughed from behind Joseph, a cheeky grin forming on his lips.
“Come here you-!” Joseph turned and followed a fleeting Polnareff through the water towards the edge of the pool, probably planning another major splash catastrophe.
“They’re just like kids.” You laughed at both men teasing and running after each other despite their age, and you couldn’t help but muster your thoughts under your breath.
Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the imposing presence towering over your body behind you.
“What was that?”
You let out a scream at the voice that rumbled just centimeters away from your ear and abruptly turned, closing your eyes and splashing water at it instinctively. You had thought only one person would choose to scare you like this.
“Polna-!” You began, almost laughing it out and waiting for who you thought was the silver-haired man to splash back at you. But no splashing returned. Instead, you were faced by a wet, dark cap, and a soaked black jacket and pants.
Placing a hand over your mouth, you let out a quiet gasp, suddenly realizing who you just covered in water.
“Got a little wet, eh Jotaro?” Joseph and Polnareff both let out a roar of laughter, barely holding onto the side of the pool. Even Kakyoin had chuckled to himself as you felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“J-Jotaro, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean- I swear you just scared me, it happened so quickly- I’ll hand-wash your clothes myself, I promise- I’m-”
Your desperate stuttering was interrupted by two strong arms that raised you into the air, and a pair of blue eyes, deep as the ocean, watching you from below.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
For a moment, you could barely see the slightest hint of a smile graze his lips. It was something you rarely had the chance to see, and finally being able to relive something so beautiful caused your heart to skip a beat. For just that second, or that fraction of a second where he held you in the air with that peck of a smile on his lips, you could barely contain all of the emotions inside you.
That smile suddenly twisted into a smirk. And then you were flying. Right over the water.
Your entire body soon crashed into the pool, its sudden pang of sharp cold freezing you for less than a heartbeat. When you brought your head out of the water, all you could hear was Polnareff’s excited voice and laughter.
“He just launched her to the other side of the pool like a catapult!”
Kakyoin’s voice rose again from his hammock, “Jotaro, that was very dangerous. She could have hit her head on the side of…”
His voice trailed on as he continued speaking, but you couldn’t hear him talk properly anymore. You weren’t paying attention to Kakyoin’s voice of reason, but rather the voice that whispered in the back of your mind as you watched Jotaro from the far side of the pool sliding off his black jacket. As he uncovered his arms, your chest became unbearably tight, your eyes widening slightly as you watched him. His skin was darker than you’d imagined it would be, considering he was always wearing long, black clothing. Under his usual jacket, he wore a sleeveless, pale green top that left his arms completely bare. And his arms… oh, his arms.
You felt your soul almost leave your body as Jotaro rested his coat on his hammock and turned towards the pool, staring straight into your eyes. You waddled in the pool like an innocent fish, while he watched you from outside like a shark with a certain glint in his eyes. Most of the time it was so hard to read what exactly was going through his mind - he truly had mastered the art of the poker face and deception. However, this time, you could perceive some sort of hunger in his eyes, as though he was stalking a great piece of prey and was ready to leap on it.
You saw Kakyoin lower his sunglasses as he watched the japanese teenager give a few steps back.
“Jotaro-!”
He was too late to warn him. Still wearing his hat and clothes, the male ran towards the edge of the pool and dived right in. Fearing a splash, you dived in too, and when you opened your eyes in the water, you were face to face with him. His cap had fallen off with the dive, so his jet black hair now waved gently underwater - and so did yours.
You could have done a million things, went back to the surface and spoken a million different words. Yet the only thing that crossed your mind was putting your arms around his neck, over his broad shoulders, and pressing your forehead to his. He tenderly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that your bodies pressed against each other. The feeling of his skin against your own, his warmth under the cold water and his wondrous quiet provoked an inexplicable urge inside you.
You didn’t really comprehend what was going through you - the electricity that ran down your fingers as you latched onto him like a seashell holding onto a sturdy rock. The mixed turmoil of everything you’d lived in the company of the other, and the many things that were still to come if you remained together. The pounding heart within you, beating just for him.
The once scary Jotaro had been replaced by the valiant hero who cared for others; the man who, despite his tough shell, held a pearl just as bright as others, if not brighter. He was all you needed, and all you’d ever need.
And you needed no words to demonstrate that.
In a matter of no time, you closed your eyes again, letting his heat guide you. You awkwardly found each other at first, your lips barely slipping past. However, peck after peck, your lips soon melted into one sole kiss that spiralled into the beginning of everything.
As you ran out of air, Jotaro quickly pulled you both out, but he never let you go. As you returned to the surface, he pressed his lips against yours once again, now holding you above him. You easily wrapped your legs around his torso, holding onto him as though he were the treasure you had found underwater.
He grabbed his cap, which had just resurfaced and was conveniently close by, and used it to hide your kiss from Joseph and Polnareff’s surprised faces.
Kakyoin, who hadn’t raised his head from his book, laughed lightly to himself.
“Those lovebirds…”