Match Point

Chapter 35: Trouble

Can you, can you feel that rumble?

All this borrowed time, it's been running out

It's the ending of the show

- "Trouble," by TV on the Radio

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The sun felt so nice on my skin as Lettie, and I walked across the beach. I pulled a small wagon we borrowed from the resort with all of our stuff to spend the day here. As we walked across the hot sand, a gentle breeze carried the salty ocean air around us. It was early, and we seemed to be the first people there, so our choice of where to set up was unlimited.

Lettie pointed to an area close to a cove with some shade, and we trudged all the way over to set up our blanket and chairs. As I busied myself adjusting the umbrella to provide the perfect amount of shade for my pasty skin, Lettie set up the chairs.

"I really love you in a baseball hat," Lettie said as I finished opening the umbrella.

"You do?" I laughed at how random the comment was.

"Very sexy... it feels like we are sneaking around when I kiss you under the brim," she wiggled her eyebrows at me before she cupped my neck, pulling me down to kiss me quickly under my hat.

"We should probably apply some more sunscreen," Lettie suggested as she stepped back from me. She went and rifled through her tote bag and came back to me with the tube.

Lettie gently unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off of my shoulders, placing it on the chair next to her before squirting some sunscreen into her hands.

"Will you help me when I'm done with you?" Lettie asked as she began to rub the lotion onto my chest.

"You're an independent woman, yeah?" I chuckled, my voice soft as her hands moved in slow, careful circles. Lettie pinched me and gave me a face. "I want nothing more, darlin'."

Goosebumps prickled my skin. I watched Lettie intently, noticing the way her hands worked over my body and the focused look on her face.

"We should take vacations way more often," I smirked, feeling her hands dip slightly past the waistband of my swim trunks, making sure I had SPF on every inch of me.

Lettie grinned at me. "Have you ever had sex on the beach or in the ocean?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.

I laughed, pulling her closer by her hips. "Are you propositioning me?"

"Maybe," she shrugged, slipping out of my hold with a grin, "but only if you've never done it before."

Lettie moved behind me, her hands sliding across my back as she continued rubbing sunscreen into my skin. I relaxed into her touch, watching the waves roll in front of us as her hands worked their magic. When she came around to my front again, she gently removed my sunglasses.

Lettie began massaging the lotion into my face, her fingers gentle but firm. "Are you going to answer the question?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locked on mine.

"No, I haven't," I confessed truthfully.

Lettie looked at me seriously. "That's unfortunate for you." She popped her sunglasses down with a smirk. "My turn!" she said excitedly, taking off her coverup and spinning around, presenting her back to me.

Before she could do anything else, I scooped her up around her waist, causing her to wriggle and giggle in my hold. "Let's test the water first," I teased, carrying her toward the ocean.