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"Hey, Rien." Don Quixote gazed by the sea. "Yes, dear?" I asked, turning to the same direction he was looking at. "Want to play in the water?" he pointed at the shoreline.
We hadn't have a proper de-stress time in ages, so obviously I agreed with a nod: "Sure."
By the shallow waters of the coast, Don Quixote was playing valiantly in the waters, having fun as he splashed me.
"Hey, don't splash me you'll get my clothes wet!" I tried to block the waters but to no avail. "Is that not the point of us being here? We're here to have fun, so be more lively!" he laughed, grabbing my arms and dragging me into the water with him.
Soon, I was on top of him and hie was below me, his platinum white hair spread across the waters like watercolour in water. The unexpected position made me freeze for a moment, before it was broken by him kissing me and tackling me down. Now, it was him on top of me.
"Hey that's not fair, you caught me off guard!" I grabbed his arm, "It's the loss of thee since thou was distracted, haha!" he announced triumphantly as he soon assumed a straddling position.
As I sat back up, my elbows supporting my upper body, Don Quixote begun to move his hair to the back. "What're you doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm moving my hair to the back so that I may kiss thou properly without the hair of mine getting in my way." after he was done in a few seconds, he soon leaned down to kiss me, an ephemeral wave of happiness washed over me.
It was truly wonderful, a little isolated shore with a broken lighthouse was where we were at. I wanted to be alone with my lover forever if the City would let me.
I slipped my tongue in his mouth as he permitted me, my hearts rate was increasing and I could feel his, too. I placed a hand on his waist.
My tongue traced in his as our faces flushed in this moment, I moved my hand further to his back.
When I did so, he broke from the kiss and stopped my hand that was reaching to his backside. "Not here, Rien." he told me as he looked into my eyes, those beautiful red eyes would send me to hypnosis whenever he coaxed me.
Suddenly, I felt a spray of seawater on my face. "That's what thou gets for getting carried away in the open!" he smirked, I wiped the seawater off my tongue.
"Okay, okay." I retracted the hand on Don Quixote's body. "But can you move a little bit? You're sitting on my groin, and it isn't very pleasant." I spoke, my voice a bit strained.
"Oh, sorry!" Don Quixote rolled over to the side instead and placed a hand across my body as his head lay on my shoulder.
The feeling of crashing waves against my body with my lover by my side as I gaze up to the sky was quite a serendipity.
"I treasure moments where we'd just have our times of joy together without interruptions." Don Quixote spoke, his finger tracing on my collarbone. "I am mutual to this feeling, too." I replied, placing my hand on Don Quixote's.
After admiring and resting in the shallow waters for a few moments, Don Quixote spoke. "We should get back to our faction." he stood up from the water, dripping wet.
Don Quixote shook the water off himself which sprayed the areas around him. Luckily, I was able to avoid the water. "Hey. Watch where you're swaying, Quixote." I said as I stood up and knocked his forehead.
"Okay, fine." he went back to where we put our outer clothes as I followed suit.
We out on out respective uniforms, and made our way back to our fixer office. Chatting regularly on the way.