Teen Wolf Imagines #Wattys2017

PDA

You and Dylan took a little vacation to the beach. It wasn't for anything special, the two of you were just in love and wanted to goof off in the ocean and lie in the sun.
You had found a remote part of the beach, very few people could be seen even farther up the beach. It was nice, quiet, and peaceful.
You laid a blanket down on the sand while Dylan ripped his shirt off to go sprint into the water.
"Dylan you need sunscreen!" you shout after him, cringing at how much you sound like a mother and not a girlfriend.
Dylan lets a wave hit him before he comes back to the blanket.
"Is it cold?" you ask as you see him shivering.
"Yeah, why don't you warm me back up?" he flirts, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and putting his chin on your shoulder.
You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You're a doof. Why don't you put some sunscreen?"
His only response is kissing you on your neck and shoulders. You shiver, partly because of the cold wetness from Dylan and partly because of how good those kisses feel. But mostly, you're just surprised at how much PDA he is doing right now. That wasn't really your guys's thing.
"Stop. I'll help you put sunscreen on."
"Yeah?" he smirks, "Make sure you rub it in reaaalllyy well. Then I can rub yours on too."
"Oh what a shame. I brought the spray kind."
"Dammit!" he says, making you laugh.
You spray each other and then Dylan goes back out to the water while you start tanning. A few minutes later, Dylan yells for you to come in. You groan, making a big deal about how much you don't want to go in, even though you could actually care less. Slowly you go out in the water. Dylan whines about how long it's taking you to get used to the water.
"Don't be such a baby," he says, "just dive in and you'll be fine."
"I'm not diving in the water!"
Finally you meet him in the water, teeth chattering.
"Is it really that cold?" he asks.
"Yes!"
"Ok come here," he motions for you come closer to him. He puts his arms around you, hugging you and making you have even more goosebumps. "Better?"
"A little."
"How about now?" he asks, sliding his hands down to your butt.
"Dylan!" you squeal, pushing him off. Self consciously, you look around the beach, only to find a few more people milling around in the sand.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"Oh like you don't know."
A devilish smile appears. Then he slips under the water.
"Dylan-" you warn. Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your legs. You let out a scream as he lifts you out of the water. "No! Put me down!" you yell at him.
"Oh come on, have some fun!"
"Dylan, seriously, put me back down," nerves rising in your voice.
He slowly puts you back down, realizing your panic. Once you hit the sand on the bottom of the ocean, you take off. Hoping to get enough distance between you and Dylan.
Luckily you're a better swimmer than Dylan so you make it to the beach before he can reach you. He's only two steps behind you though as you sprint to the blanket.
"Y/N!" he shouts.
"Noo!" you squeal as you fall on to the blanket.
Dylan falls down on you, pinning you to the ground.
"Not cool," he scolds before pressing his lips to yours. You momentarily forget that people could see the two of you and get swept up in the furious exchange of kisses. His hands are on your waist but they are working their way up, sending red flags and bringing you back to the present.
"Dyl-"
"Nobody is here-"
"Dylan-"
He sighs, rolling off of you and onto his back beside you. You take his hand, trying to make up for cutting him off.
"I'm sorry it's just I don't like doing that in public-"
"I know, I'm usually the same way. It was just that nobody is around and I got caught up in the moment. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."
He squeezes your hand for reassurance that everything is good between you two. You squeeze back, accepting his apology. Then you roll over to your side, give Dylan a peck on the cheek and whisper suggestively, "Want to get back in the water?"