Work Text:
"Baby, did you pack sunscreen?" Andrea yelled out from the bathroom, pulling up her bikini bottoms and subsequently her white linen pants.
"Yes, and the towels." Emily replied, already wrapped and ready in her cover up.
"Thank you!" The journalist echoed from the bathroom, exiting after a long and lethargic 30 seconds. She hopped down the spiral staircase, finding the blonde already dressed and scrolling through her phone mindlessly.
Emily was sat on the couch, waiting for her fiancees exit out of the restroom. Their villas was spacious, formatted like a studio apartment. The kitchen and living room were in the same space, connected but divided by an open wall design. The walls were bent into an arched shape, creating a beautiful archetictural product.
It was split into two floors, the second floorboard filled with the singular but large bathroom, that was possessed with the perfect amount of storage space and even larger mirror. The sink was sculpted into the counter that was filled with their scattered makeup and skincare. Or, more accurately, Andreas makeup and skincare scattered around the marble and Emilys stored neatly in her makeup bag on the side.
They had pushed the two beds together, as of Andreas insistence. It happened on the first night, Andrea sulked at not being able to cuddle Emily before bed. Emily sighed, picking herself lazily off the bed and insisting Andrea does the same. The result made the brunette catastrophically happy, snuggling into the blonde. She fell asleep with her nose burrowed in her fiancees neck. Emily sighed contentedly, smiling into Andreas hair.
They were on a long awaited vacation. Everything was planned accordingly; the kids were with their 'step'-grandparents in Ohio, the villa was perfect for both their accommodations, and each day was planned with a packed itinerary.
They had spent the first day on the beach, and every day after that exploring. They had seen enough by the fifth day, bringing them to what was their second (technically third) beach day of the week.
"You look devastating." Andrea swooned, resting her hand on her hip as she checked out her girlfriend from the base of the staircase. The blonde wore a white sheer knitted cover up, doing very little to actually cover up the navy simplistic bikini she was wearing underneath. Heat rushed to Emilys ears, glancing up in a noncommittal gaze but inevitably and almost instantly coming to ogle Andrea.
The journalist wore airy white linen pants, the brown bikini bottoms she was wearing peaked out from where they hung at her hips. Emily trailed her gaze up, Andreas abdominal muscles were out for show, her white linen button up open to reveal a gorgeous brown bikini top.
The design was simple, brown with orange triangles scattered in a calculated pattern. Emily suspected the bottoms shared that same patterned design. Andreas hair was down — the humidity curling her hair marginally — but held back by the sunglasses that were perched at the crown of her head. They looked a ruinous pair, they both knew it.
"Says you." Emily sighed, standing up and pulling her handbag with her. "Ready to go?"
"Mh." Andrea nodded, stalking behind her girlfriend. The journalist slipped on her sandals, crouching down to pick up Emilys own pair.
"Let's go, so." She decided, swiping the keys off their holder and opening the door. Andrea dropped the blondes sandals by her feet, watching happily as she slipped into them without question.
They walked out of the house, Emily stepping out second to lock the door behind them. Andrea immediately covered her face, protecting herself from the glare. "Jesus, the sun is lethal today."
"Isn't it just." Emily mocked, having already spent a large portion of her morning basking in it on the balcony while her girlfriend begged for another five minutes of sleep. She plopped on her sun hat, fitting it on correctly before leading the way.
"Unfair, you've protection." Andrea sulked, making her presence known behind her soon to be wife. The title still made Andrea giddy; wife, they were going to be married in a few months time. They had, honestly, already been living like a married couple. But the certainty of the it, and the recognition by state made it somehow even more exciting.
It meant Emily truly wanted her as much as Andrea did she. Andrea had already spent the majority of her days subtly showing off her engagement ring, she would be insufferable with matching wedding rings. Emily knew this, but where she expected exhaustion she found pride. Andrea was hers, for as long as she wanted to be hers.
"You have the house key, don't you?" The journalist double checked.
"I do." Emily confirmed, patting her handbag.
Andrea took the opportunity to interlock their pinkies, grinning at the successful inception.
"Roark is more mature than you are." The blonde huffed, tightening her grip on Andreas pinky finger anyway.
"Nuh uh, no talk of children before lift off." Andrea shut down, her smile broadening. She brought their locked pinkies up to her mouth, planting a loving kiss to the finger before dropping it. She missed them, absolutely, but she felt this couple holiday was far too long awaited to spend it thinking about the children.
The villa was an approximate four minute walk from the beach. That four minute walk was proved to be a charitable eight minutes when Andrea stopped to pet every flea infested cat and stopped at every other shop for a drink or fruit.
"Baby, we have to try this." Andrea exclaimed, pulling out two bottles of Aloe Vera King from the fridge, one in the original flavor and the other in pomegranate.
"Darling, this is available in America." Emily informed, stepping into the shop with a quiet greeting to the shopkeeper.
"No way, how come I've never seen it around?" The journalist gasped, making her way to the register and placing the two drinks on the table.
She stopped to scan the sweet stand by the door, moving to pick up a lollipop and a Terrys orange chocolate bar. "This too, thank you." She appreciated, plopping the snacks by the man. She had also found herself picking up various packages of chopped fruit and two cold water bottles, bringing her original payment of 4€ to a whopping 15.42€.
They walked out of the shop with the newfound luggage in hand. Andrea picked out the two Aloe Vera Kings, moving to a nearby wall to set down her shopping and beckoning Emily over. The brunette leaned back against the wall, waiting for her fiancee to enter closer proximity before speaking up.
"Which one do you want." Andrea asked, opening both bottles with a steady hand.
"I've never actually tried the pomegranate flavor, hand it over." Emily picked, surveying the drink before taking a sip of the sweet juice. She chewed on the aloe vera pieces that flooded her mouth before deciding the flavor was far too diluted. Andrea on the other hand took a gulp of hers, chewing happily on the cubes.
"This is amazing." She moaned, practically lurching for another sip. "Perfect for this weather. Let me try yours."
They switched flavors, Emily already knew the original was her favorite so she really was just waiting for her paramours reaction. Andrea closed her eyes briefly, in typical American fashion.
"Can I take this one?" She sighed, taking another full sip of the pomegranate-aloe vera juice.
"Yes, now let's go before the UV drops." Emily ushered.
They made it to the beach in one piece, although Andrea was now holding two white plastic bags more than she had left the house with. They picked a spot after careful deliberation. Andrea fought that they should be closer to the ocean, so no one got lost if they were to go swim.
Emily reasoned that the water would rise, and she had no intention of moving everything back a couple of inches later when she could be sure of it now. They compromised with a spot right in the middle, not so far that they'd have to sprint far for the water but enough that they wouldn't have to move anything until they wanted to leave.
Andrea nodded at their spot, expertly calling a boy over to fetch their parasols and bathing chairs. Andrea looked around at the busy beach as they waited, switching a bag to her left hand before flipping down her sunglasses.
There were boys playing soccer far to their right, three older men and five young boys. The makeshift goals were made by their bags, she watched as a young boy nutmegged the older man. She smiled to herself before moving to gaze over.
To their left, a little girl was covering what she assumed was her older sister with sand. People were living their lives in a different reality of happiness to Andrea. The journalist turned to Emily, suddenly feeling a surge of gratefulness for her presence in her life.
Andrea never let Emily forget how irrevocably in love Andrea was with her, it was evident in her every breath. Emily knew it always, but especially after she covered an especially difficult humanitarian crisis. Andrea would practically jump into her arms and whisper various overly-gooey confessions into her skin. The blonde would always kiss her temple, dismiss what she was doing to the table and cuddle back her then girlfriend.
The boy came back with backup, two men set up their chairs as the kid set up their parasol, Andrea thanked them with an extra tip to their payment. They left happy, the teenaged boy sprinted off with the tip, he looked back with a fat smile spread across his face when one of the men ran after him. Andrea shook her head before settling her bags down.
Emily sat immediately, sighing at the change from vertical to horizontal positioning. She sat her handbag down, sitting up to position the towel onto the ground between them.
Emily sat the book she brought Andrea down in the middle, settling the sunscreen right beside it. Andrea pulled out the cut fruit she bought; positioning the watermelon, strawberries, and pineapple along the plane of the towel. She rested the cold water bottles alongside them too (having already finished her Aloe Vera King and Terrys orange chocolate.)
They took a moment to soak in the heat before Andrea gave up, pulling off her button up and pulling down her pants. Emily was right, the bottoms did share the same pattern to the bra. Andrea sprawled herself against the sun chair, keeping her sunglasses at her eyes and relaxing in the atmosphere of the beach.
Emily followed her example, pulling off the cover up and settling down. She picked up one of the water bottles Andrea brought, taking a thick gulp before relaxing into the hold of the chair. The blonde felt the suns attention to her skin, reckoning she'd better put on some sunscreen before she could burnt.
"Darling, will you apply sunscreen to my back?" Emily asked after a few languid moments, picking herself up to collect the deposited sunscreen.
"Yes, of course." Andrea hoisted herself up, stalking up to Emilys chair eagerly.
She watched as the blonde smoothed the sunscreen into her legs and arms, watching closely as she worked it into the soft skin of her stomach. Andrea bit her cheek, far too entranced by the innocent motion. "Turn over."
Emily did just that, resting her on her stomach. She moved her hair out of the way and closed her eyes. Andrea dropped her familiar weight to straddler around her legs, squeezing a few drops of the white liquid into her hands and rubbing it lightly.
She began applying it to Emilys skin when she felt it was smoothed over properly. She felt her fiancee shiver under the cold touch. She felt her subsequently relax into the familiarity of it. Andrea kept it innocent for the most part, rubbing the whiteness down her arms and back down her back. She trailed up her sides, brushing her under-boob before instantly returning to the small of her back.
"Andrea." Emily warned, eyes still closed.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Andrea grinned, rubbing more sunscreen onto the back of her legs, slowing at her rear. She squeezed lightly. Emily shivered again at the touch, only this time it had nothing to do with the cold. Before Emily could complain, Andrea jumped off of her. Applying some sunscreen to her own arms before returning to her seat.
"You don't need help?" Emily blinked.
"I already put it on before we left." The journalist informed, shooting the blonde a knowing smile.
Andrea picked up the book Emily left for her, starting up from where she left off during the plane ride. Emily nodded to herself, closing her eyes and letting her body soak in the sun. They stayed in this position for about half an hour before they were approached.
"Hey." A deep accented voice broke their silence. The girls looked up at the same time, watching as another man ran up from behind the speaker — only this one had a ball in his hands. The one speaking was very tan, his brown skin glistening — with what they couldn't decipher, it was either sweat or ocean water.
He had dyed frosted tips into his already short honey brown hair. He had a standard build, not muscular or toned like Andys but not lazy. The man behind him had black hair, his tight curls defined into high taper cut. "We were wondering if you wanted to join us."
Andrea glanced to Emily, raising an eyebrow of question. Emily shot the look right back, not necessarily wanting to humor the two. Andrea grinned at the look of disapproval, turning the look to point at the two men in their way.
"You are both very beautiful." The man at the back tried, his English broken. He let his friend take charge of the conversation as a result, Andrea assumed.
"Especially you." The man at the front winked at Andrea, the look triggered the tightening of Emilys jaw.
"Unless.. you don't think you could handle it?" The arrogant one at the front challenged, as if their silence was result of cowardice instead of caution.
"And what exactly would we be incapable of handling?" Emily drawled, already hating the man standing in front of her.
"A volleyball match, 2v2." He proposed, crossing his arms in a confident stance. His gaze drifted back to Andrea inconsequentially.
"And what are the teams?" Andrea raised an eyebrow, meeting his eye contact.
"Whatever you'd want them to be, it could be me and you against them two." His smile widened, gesturing between them and there after between his friend and Emily.
"Mm, no. How about you two against us." The journalist contested, pulling off her sunglasses and setting them by her water bottle.
"I mean, yeah." He shrugged.
"Okay." She agreed, doggy marking her book before taking a moment to glance back at her girlfriend. Emily pursed her lips, rolling her eyes and she sat up as well.
"Cool!" The man at the back beamed, his gaze stuck on Emily. The bold staring raring Andrea on, she needed to slam the ball into his face. Now.
"Who's looking after our stuff?" Emily reasoned, shaking her head at the idea of leaving her Alexander McQueen bag alone.
"I could." Someone offered from behind them. They turned around at the familiarity of the voice.
"Nigel!" Andrea grinned, pulling him in for an immediate hug. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
"What? You two are the only ones allowed a vacation?" He grinned. "Serena is here too, bumped into her at the cocktail stand earlier."
"Great, a Runway reunion." Emily dryly replied.
"Thank you, Nigel. We will be back soon!" Andrea commended, turning around after the brief greeting to pull Emily along.
They got into position on the makeshift court. There was an actual net, much to her surprise.
Emily and Andrea got into their positions, Andrea deciding to stick back as Emily did the first serve.
The guys on the opposite side seemed to have the same idea, the curly head at the forefront and mr.frosted tips at the back. His eyes predatory on Andreas frame, Emily gritted her teeth at his audacity.
The match started with a three second count down, directed by mr.frosted tips (as Andrea decided to name him.)
"3,"
"2,"
"1,"
"Go!"
Emily threw the ball up with her left hand before smashing it down with her right. Frosted tips ran to save it, boosting it up before running to the upper right ground. The curly head jumped up, directing the ball toward his friend. The game was immediately past paced.
Andrea caught their direction, instinctively positioning herself to where she suspected the ball would try to hit. Frosted tips hit the ball exactly toward her, the ball bouncing from her wrists up straight.
She caught Emily on the left, swiftly setting the ball to her. The blonde slammed the ball to the center, almost making it past their defense.
The curly head blocked the shot, forcing Emily down in to dive to save it. Andrea ran to the ball, setting up for Emily once again before her girlfriend strategically plummeted the ball to the left most side. Frosted tips sprinted for it, falling just short of it as it bounced off the sand.
"Yes!" Andrea screamed, running to high five her lover. Emily grinned at her, returning casually to the center ground.
"Again." Frosted tips declared, narrowing his eyes at their upper score.
Emily served again, the ball curving just over the net and pivoting right. The curly head managed to save it, picking himself up quickly to set it to his friends.
Frosted tips ran with his arms behind him, jumping up to hit the ball to the center — just past Emily.
The ball made it past the defense but was saved graciously by Andrea, the girl crouching to save the ball and returning it back to its airborne state. Emily set up for a fake, both men jumping to block coming ball. Instead, she passed it to Andrea at the upper right side. The brunette slamming the ball down in a swift thrum.
Another point landed on their theoretical board, Andrea grinned at the blonde. Dramatically picking her arm up and pulling it down toward her in a 'hell yeah' motion.
Andrea decided to start the third round, hitting the ball over the net. The curly head bounced the ball up, setting up mr. frosted tips who seemed already airborne. Andrea had hardly any time to react before the ball bounced right behind her but right before the out of bounds line.
"Woo!" The men shook, bumping chests at their +1. The girls shared a look, Andrea running to pick up the ball before passing it over to the curly head.
They began this time, frosted tips serving. The ball stopped short at the net. Andrea watched the embarrassment set over is face, his jaw clenching.
"It's alright, go again." Andrea smiled generously, the gentleness of it irking Emily.
He went again, this time the ball pushed over the net. Emily saved it, setting it up for a perfect swing.
Emily watched as Andrea jumped up, almost moving in slow motion. Her body contorted in a full swing, a look of determination veiling her face. She served the ball to the upper left corner. Falling down to the ground before It was inevitably saved, the curly head setting it for his partner.
Frosted tips slammed the ball to the center right, the hit saved by a dive from Andrea.
Emily blinked, shaking herself back to reality as Andrea scrambled up immediately, setting the ball to the blonde. Emily caught it, hitting the ball close to the net. The curly head blocked it, the ball instantly fell back to their side.
Emily saved the ball with her foot, subsequently setting it up with her hands. This round proved to be longer than the last two, Andrea hit the ball over. Frosted tips saved it with a pancake move, his teammate ran up to the ball — slowing to buy more time for his recovery. The ball flew over to where Emily was, forcing the blonde to set it over to Andrea. Andrea who picked up the direction, and slammed the ball down to hit at mr.frosted tips feet.
"Fuck." The man cursed. "You have to be cheating."
"Sore loser?" Emily provoked, shooting a cheeky smirk into his direction. He turned to his friend in retaliation, huffing something in Portuguese.
Emily was serving the ball this time, hitting it right in his direction. She hoped for his face, Andrea could tell by the power she hit the ball with.
Curly head saved it, almost tripping into his partner. Frosted tips caught up with the ball, setting it up for his friend.
Curly head ran and hit the ball weakly, the momentum lost at the end of the journey. The ball fell right after the net, saved by Andreas observation. Emily caught the ball, sending it over to Andrea in a confident turn.
Andrea took it with grace, pretending to hit the ball into the far left corner. She watched as frosted tips ran to the corner, she changed direction at his assumption.
She slammed the ball straight down, the curly head was too late to react. He fell to the ground at the defeat, face first into the sand. Frosted tips just groaned, biting his tongue at the loss.
The journalist ran to her girlfriend, grinning at the victory. "We did it."
"We did." Emily shared the smile.
"And... since we came out victorious, to celebrate... we could swim?" Andrea raised, watching as Emilys smile fell dramatically. She giggled at the drop.
"Hello." Frosted tips made his way over.
"Hi." Emily coldly greeted, narrowing her eyes at his interruption.
"How do you say... uh, we get your numbers?" He shot, using his hands to gesture between them. "Or at least, uh, could I get yours?" He directed toward Andrea, grinning at her as if he had any right to do so.
"Sorry, but no, you can't." She smiled, letting him down too gently (if you had asked Emily).
"Why not?" He furrowed his brows, his smile not falling.
"My fiancee is right beside me, is why?" Her smile widened, tilting her head, happy she could use the line. The grin was no longer kind, but possessive in a way that thrilled Emily.
She pulled up her hand, wiggling her ring finger at him. Emily bit her lip at the movement, snaking her right arm around Andreas waist.
"You're joking." He laughed, unbelieving.
"Why would I be joking?" Andrea cocked her head, venom dripping through her voice.
"I mean, you're not engaged, come on." He shakes his head.
"Oh really?" She smiles with faux amusement.
"You're probably not even, like you probably don't like girls like that, I don't understand why women use that excuse." He huffed, his friend quiet behind him.
"You've harassed other women like this?" Emily gathered.
"No harassed. We don't- This is not harassment. Man, you could've just said you didn't want to give it." He puffed, his eyebrows furrowing further.
"I did. You didn't take it for an answer." She narrowed. "And I'm not lying either."
She looked him in the eye before turning to Emily, cupping her face with a gentle reverence with her right hand. She made deliberate eye contact, asking for consent through a long standing look.
Emily nodded, entirely aware of what she wanted to do. Andrea leaned in slowly, capturing Emily in a kiss far too passionate for their company.
She closed her eyes, instantly brushing her tongue against Emilys waiting lips. Emily wrapped her arms around Andreas nape, parting her lips to welcome Andreas intrusion.
Andrea wrapped her arms around Emilys waist, pulling her in closer so their chests were flush against one another as she shoved her tongue down her fiancees throat. Emily made space, relaxing her tongue in her mouth and so she submitted to a slow dance with the organ.
They had pulled away for a moment but the space immediately proved unbearable — Emily pushed back in for a significantly shorter but no less loving kiss.
They pulled away again, only this time in an even more unhurried manner, Andrea pulled Emilys bottom lip along with her retreat. Emily could have gotten lost in the glossed look that shrouded her lovers eyes. They slowly returned from cloud 9, turning toward the two prowlers who were regrettably still in front of them.
Frosted tips had paled entirely, his mouth dropped open in his stare. His eyes wide as he nodded at them, whispering an apology before running away completely.
"That was so hot-" The curly haired gasped, yelling something else the women couldn't understand as he ran behind his retreating friend.
"Shut up." Frosted tips echoed.
Andrea laughed at the shock that marred his face. She rested her head in the crook of Emilys shoulder, cackling at his expression. Emily laughed through her nose, hugging Andrea closer.
"That look on his face, Gosh, Em. That was so funny." Andrea calmed, pushing away to look Emily in the eye.
"Wasn't it just." Emily deadpanned, stifling a bright smile.
"I'm so sandy... swim?" Andrea tried again.
"Fine." Emily grumbled.
"No way, really?" The journalist beamed.
"Before I change my mind, Andrea." The blonde ushered.
Andrea hurried them into the sea, diving in before turning back to watch her girlfriend shiver at the freezing temperature of the water.
"Fucking hell, absolutely not." She decided, turning around the march back to where Nigel — and now Serena? were sitting. The two shot Emily a synchronized wink, telling her they saw everything that had just gone down.
Andrea picked herself up, running over to hoist Emily into the air while she was still distracted.
"Andrea, I swear to God-" Emily screamed. "Put me down, right this second!"
The journalist didn't bother replying, making her stance on the matter clear by working her way in deeper into the water, settling Emily down where the water reached her liver.
"You rat." The blonde shivered.
"Hold your breath." Andrea warned, waiting for Emily to do as instructed before dunking her under water. She followed on suite.
"You prick-" Emily gasped, palming her hair back out of her face. The brunette laughed loudly, clearly pleased at her own discretion. Emily retorted by splashing her.
Andrea might have stopped her snickering, but Emily watched as the woman's smile turned coy. "Andrea..."
The girl started the splash war, Andrea was only adhering to it — is what she would tell you later. She splashed water at Emily, abruptly being returned with another wave of water to her face.
Andrea ducked, as if more water would shield her from... water. She strategically motor splashed, sending copious amount of water toward the blonde.
The aim was horrible but the quantity made up for it. Emily jumped away, falling into the water with a frustrated gasp. Andrea came near to cackling at the sight, not stopping her attacks. She pushed in closer, watching as her fiancee tried to scoot back in the flowing liquid. Andrea collapsed above her, splashing her from a closer distance.
Her body was weak from laughter, dropping her head once again onto her shoulder before picking herself up. Emily watched the movement in slow motion, begging that she stops.
After various pleads from Emily, Andrea finally stopped her onslaught, pushing her hair back out of where it stuck on to her face. Emily got up, lazily approaching her fiancee.
"You suck." Emily huffed, wrapping arms around her soon to be wife.
"You love me." Andrea grinned, her hands instinctively falling into their hold at the woman's waist.
"You know I do." Emily muttered in agreement, returning a kiss to her shoulder before tightening her hold.
They stood like that for a while before Andrea pulled away, planting a lasting kiss to her lips and diving further into the water. The brunette returned over the surface, pulling Emily down with her.
Emily laughed when she came to resurface, Andrea joining her merriment. Her laughter only dying out when she came to witness how Emily pulled her hair out of her face, smoothing it down her back in a single motion. She looked to be moving in slow motion, at least to Andrea.
That soft smile seemed forever suspended on the executives face, her eyes bright and hair slicked back with the ocean water. While Andreas own hair began curling to its natural pattern, Emilys floated in a permanent vertical stroke.
She bit her cheek at the sight of her girlfriend under the sun, her blue eyes illuminated under the shine. Her dyed blonde hair giving way to a darker almost brown color in its wetness. Excess water slid down from her neck, trailing a slow path down through the valley of her breasts. She turned toward the brunette slowly, snapping Andrea out of her reverie.
"You were, like, moving in slow motion there." Andrea flustered, looking at her fiancee in awe of her beauty.
"What?" Emily laughed, her eyebrows knitting in confusion.
They took their time relaxing in the water after that, Andrea continued appreciating the sight of her fiancee in the clear blue ocean. Her skin glistening and her expression relaxed. This went on until Emily got tired of it, pulling her fiancee out of the water with her.
"You're joking." Emily sighed, noticing the two figures plopped down on the sun loungers.
They trudged to their seats, welcomed by two coy grins from the two parasites occupying their spots.
"Nigel ate your fruit." Serena snitched instantly, the lollipop Andrea bought earlier swirling in her mouth.
"Nigel!" Andrea gasped, decisively allowing Serena the victory.
"It was tax." Nigel explained, adjusting Andreas sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Tax? For what?" Emily raised, pulling her towel out from her handbag and blanketing herself in it.
"Tax for taking care of your stuff." Nigel smugly said.
"But you ate our stuff." Andrea pouted.
"It's a paradox." Serena gasped, beaming at the turn of conversation.
"It's greed." Emily blurts from her cocoon.
"It's Nigel tax." He laughed, Andrea joining him in his glee.