Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Once

         Two evenings of the holiday left. Farah and Rebecca laid next to each other on the loungers on the yacht they rented again. The guys were in the water, and they could hear the splashing of them jumping in over and over again. Farah looked over at her friend, folding her arm under her head. "How was your anniversary day with Tom?" Farah asked. Rebecca smiled and turned her way, mirroring her position to face her. "It was amazing," Rebecca replied. "I see no ring yet," Farah said, making Rebecca laugh. "No, but that's fine. I think he put in a lot of effort for the day and I loved every little thing he thought of," Rebecca explained. "He's not always romantic, but Tom surely knows what kind of dates I love," she sighed. "You're just a great couple," Farah said, to which Rebecca nodded. "How about you and Pierre?" Rebecca asked. "I mean, you can't tell me you just kissed once with your birthday party and then never again," she stated, and it caused Farah to laugh. "No, luckily not," Farah replied. "We cuddled in his bed that night when we came back from the club," Farah started, then shrugged.

"We kissed a couple of times again between then and now," she added. "I don't want to speed anything up, I mean, we're leaving this place in two days and God may know when I will see or speak to him again," Farah said, her smile sinking a little. "I planned to not fall in love, but he's so lovely, and he made it really hard for me not to," she whined, and both girls laughed. "If he feels the same way, then perhaps you'll keep contact," Rebecca said. "I'm not going to imagine or hope for anything, to be honest. I'll just see what happens when we're all back to our normal lives, I guess," Farah sighed. "That's probably the best," Rebecca agreed. "But it's not over yet!" She said, swinging her legs over the edge of the lounger. "What would you like to drink?" Rebecca asked, opening the fridge. "Whatever you're having," Farah replied. Rebecca returned with two beers, and she loosened the caps before handing Farah a bottle. Not much later, as if they had heard their bottles clinking together, the boys came up to the upper deck, all soaking wet from the water, and spread over the seats and loungers to have a beer as well.

Pierre sat down next to Farah, offering her a lopsided grin as he removed his hair from his forehead. "Enjoying the sun?" he asked. "Definitely," Farah smiled, chuckling as his hand playfully pulled on her braid that dangled down her back. He leaned back on his hands then, one of his arms behind her, his thumb moving up and down her hip. Pierre thought she looked absolutely stunning in the hot pink swimsuit she was wearing, and he caught himself looking at her over and over again. "What are we going to do tonight?" Sean asked, and Pierre tore his eyes off Farah. "Last club night?" Stoffel suggested. "Yeah, we have pretty early flights, so no clubs on the last evening, please," Tom sounded. "Fine with me," Farah replied. "We can do a barbecue and fireplace evening tomorrow," Rebecca proposed, to which everyone agreed. Last club night, okay. There was no way either of them was going to hold back from any type of drink or shot. Farah leaned back against Pierre's chest, and his arm wrapped around her now, comfortably resting on her waist. The movement of the yacht on the gentle waves of the sea and the sun warming her up so nicely made her feel slightly sleepy.

"We can also lay down, you know?" Pierre's voice pulled her back, and she laughed. "I'm sure I'll fall asleep then," Farah said, and Pierre moved to squeeze them both on the surface of the lounger that was actually meant for one person. Pierre propped his head up on his hand, his elbow leaning on the lounger, while he looked down at her. His free hand moved down her waist, his fingertips tickling her skin a little, which caused her to smile. They skimmed over her hip before they wandered to the back of her thigh, pulling her leg over his hips. His hand reached for her face next, tracing her features before he slowly leaned down. Their noses nuzzled together, and their lips connected in a sweet kiss. Farah indeed fell asleep not much later, Pierre's embrace forming a nice cocoon to sleep in while the soft waving of the yacht comforted her. The power nap was needed in order for her to spend the night dancing and drinking. The day passed as another lovely day on the sea, and she required a decent shower before she felt properly fresh again.