deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 46 - Beach Kisses

~ Author's Note ~

It's been a hot second since I've updated this, so sorry if I get some things wrong. I just figured I should finally quite neglecting this story because it's genuinely actually kind of really good.

Also, I came back, and I thought, I have to get some tensions rising again in this story to make sure it stays interesting, so you'll feel them rising in this chapter. If I did my job, that is.

We all go out shopping, but soon enough, Antoine and I actually end up splitting off from the rest of the group, after hanging out with them for a while. We most window shop, and every so often Antoine points to something and says, squeezing my hand, which is in his, "That would look hot on you."

He smile, muttering, "Oh, Antoine, stop it."

He just smiles, his blue eyes shining, and I entwine my fingers more into his.

Finally, he stops at a store, looking into the windows for a few seconds, before declaring, "Okay, Sage, we're going in this one." He drags me in by the hand, and before I know it, he's going all over the store, picking up many different products.

"Antoine, what are you doing?" I ask, following him around.

He picks up two more products, before finally saying, "I'm getting this swimsuit and this sunhat and this jewelry for you."

I stare at him in surprise. "Why?"

He smiles. "You'd look amazing wearing this stuff."

I blink as he goes to pay, in confusion. "Antoine, you don't have to..."

"I know, but I want to. Here you go," he smiles, handing me the things.

I smile at him, shaking my head with a shrug. "Okay, then. Whatever you say, weirdo."

We end up meeting with the guys again after that, and we decide we should all go swimming, so we head to the beach after grabbing suits, umbrellas, food for a picnic, towels, and anything else we might need.

We start by all running into the water, and somehow, a water fight of splashing and laughing our heads off starts. Neymar gives me a big splash in the face, and I stumble back, before feeling hands around me for just a moment to help steady me. "Thanks, Antoine," I say, but then open my eyes to look at Foden standing next to me. Antoine is on the other side. I give Foden a glance, muttering quieter, "Thanks, Foden." I then rush over to Antoine and link arms with him.

Then we end up hitting around a beach ball, volleying, which is a sweaty blast full of water flinging up in the air. Finally we're all tired out, and I say to Antoine, just quiet enough for only him to hear, "Antoine, you wanna go on the land and sun tan with me?"

He smiles, and nods right away, grabbing my hand, and we walk back onto the sand. We each lay out on a towel under a umbrella right next to each other, but the sun is still right on our skin. I lay there relaxing, but Antoine can't wait long before he moves into me, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck very softly, and rubbing my skin wherever his hands are laying.

I try not to let Antoine feel how tense I feel. This is... nice. But in front of all his friends? Awkward, much? I let my eyes flutter to see that the boys are keeping their distance, respecting our space, but I can't help but wonder what the conversation among them is. I wonder how Phil Foden feels.

Pretty soon, I'm waking up, and I'm surprised I feel asleep. I only wake up because of the feeling of Antoine's hands on me. I open my eyes to understand with he's stroking his hands down my body, sort of tracing me, and he mutters, "Rise and shine. The sunset is beautiful. All the boys left. Are you hungry?"

I sit up, nodding. "Starving," I breathe.

He hands me a sandwich that was packed for the picnic that I apparently missed, and he takes out his own sandwich. I guess we both missed it. Oh well. Now we can have our own smaller one here, together. The sunset really is beautiful, as I lean my head on his shoulder, looking at it over the water, eating my food next to him.

"You're gorgeous," he mutters.

"I know you think so," I smile, holding back the fuzzy feelings at these two simply words from his mouth. After a few seconds, our eyes meet, and I say simply, "You're eyes are more extraordinary than the water. More shining and beautiful."

He smiles and kisses me, and I guess neither of us care that we just ate.

Then he says, "We should get back in the water."

"Why? We're all dry."

"We just should." He stands up, pulling me up, and I guess this means, whether I like it or not, I'm going to the water with him.

I wade in, and he pulls me to him, pressing my body against his, and I feel stiff and surprised and a bit nervous when he starts touching me all over. It's loving, but it's still touching, and I think he forgot to ask if this is okay.

I think I would have said yes, it is okay. But just to do this so unexpected without a question? It almost doesn't seem like Antoine. Or at least how I think Antoine is.

He makes out with me, as if he just can't get enough, despite how many times we've done this today.

In another way, it makes me feel deeply loved. He loves me so much, it's like he's addicted, and he just wants every part of me. That makes me feel really loved.

The sun is setting in the sky, and he mutters, finally, pulling those soft, warm lips away from mine, "Want to head back, before it gets too dark?"

I smile with a nod. "Sure, Antoine. Sounds like a good idea." I say back, still completely enchanted by him. It takes us a moment for us to finally pull our arms and bodies away from each other, and he holds my waist, and I stare into those blue eyes.

In them I find love. Longing. Something great.

Something strange, too, though, that scares me.

I've never been this far in a relationship. Maybe I'm just not used to it. Maybe it's normal.

His eyes look hungry. Greedy.

Well, lustful.

I'm sure I'm just imagining it though.