Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Vingt-Quatre

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT - this chapter will contain (mild) sexual content. Skip chapter in case you feel uncomfortable. This is purely fiction and not supposed to be taken educational.

        The sun was fully shining the next morning, and it was already hot outside. Sara didn't bother to get dressed properly. She decided to get into another bikini and drape a sundress over it while seated at the breakfast table. The crew had outdone themselves to deliver the eggs, the bacon, freshly baked bread, muffins and fruit they asked for. The table was gorgeously made, and they were treated like royalty. Charles wore his swimming trunks and a simple white shirt on top of it, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "I think I want to head to shore, explore the island a little, see the cute, little stores," Isa spoke up, placing her cutlery on her empty plate while reaching for her cup of coffee. "Do you want to come with?" Isa asked, looking around the group. "I'll come with you, corazon," Carlos hummed. "I think I want to stay here, we have the picnic planned on the island tomorrow anyway," Sara said, making Charles nod as he agreed. "That's fine," Isa smiled. "I'll get ready then, don't wait for us with lunch or anything," she told the other couple. The stewardesses from the breakfast service came to clean their tables, and Charles asked if they could have two glasses of water.

Charles and Sara moved to the sundeck to sit there. He looked over at her when she pulled her sundress over her head, leaving it over one of the chairs. Sara sprayed the SPF over her skin, spreading it over her limbs as she sat back in the lounger. "Do you want to go into the water for a bit?" Charles asked, moving his shirt over his head, leaving his upper body bare. "Yeah, sure," Sara replied. Meanwhile, Isa and Carlos were dressed and about to leave the yacht. The crew had the tender boat ready to take them to shore. Tonight, the vessel would leave to its second anchorage, from there they could access the shore too. The Spanish couple got into the tender, they waved briefly, and then they disappeared into the distance. All the water toys were out already, and while Sara wasn't in the mood for a jet ski or anything, she wanted to hop onto the paddleboard and be in the water for a little while, then head back to her book and the tanning lounger. Charles spoke to one of the deck crew to inform them they would be in the water, and the couple made their way down to the platform. Sara got one of the boards and sat down on it, pushing herself away from the platform.

Charles went down with the slide, instantly soaked under the cold water. He swam up to her, wrapping his fingers loosely around the board. "Please don't," Sara said before he could do anything. A grin curls his lips as he teasingly rocks the paddle board. "Charles..." She couldn't even finish her sentence before he flipped it, and she fell off, disappearing under the surface of the water for a second. Sara splashed water his way when she came back up, laughing nevertheless. Charles pulled her closer to him, feeling her limbs wrapping around him. "I'm going back to the deck," Sara muttered, his hands moving to the back of her thighs. "You're no fun," Charles complained. "I'm plenty of fun, but you've been denying it," Sara replied, looking into his eyes while her arms wrapped around his neck. "Hmm, okay," Charles hummed. "I'll come up soon too," he said, pressing a kiss to her lips. Sara got unwrapped herself from his body and swam up to the platform, hoisting herself onto it. She thanked the crew member who got her a towel, and she dried her limbs before walking up to the sun deck.

The stewardesses instantly asked if she needed anything, so Sara just ordered some water and a bowl of fruit. She laid back on the tanning lounger, taking a book in her lap, and she opened it where she stopped the last time. Her sunglasses were pushed up her nose. She wasn't sure how much time passed when Charles came to sit with her, but she barely even noticed. He kissed the top of her head before he sat down on the sofa, leaning back against the soft cushions. Sara looked up, seeing him seated there. His thighs were spread a little, his abdomen tense, the veins running up his arms. His hair was slightly fluffy because he ruffled it with a towel. She eyed him while he was picking some cherries from the bowl of fruit. Sara put her book down, not able to focus on a single page. Charles looked back at her, his eyebrows rising once to ask why she was staring at him like that. She reached for the bowl, taking it between her lips before biting it off the stem. Charles' lips curl upwards into a grin, his finger motioning for her to come up to him. She pushed herself off the lounger, taking the few steps to slide into his lap.