This Should Make A Terrible Story

When She Sent Me Flying

I was certain I knew what flying felt like when I first laid eyes on her this morning,

But she just showed me how it felt at that pool.

She perfectly calculated it.

How much force she needed to LITERALLY send me flying into the pool.

It's a damn good thing I was wearing beach shorts.

"You enjoyed that." I said as I resurfaced.

"Not as much as you did, Aquaman." She retorted, with her back turned to me.

Her damn sexy back.

"So, you coming?" I asked.

"Make me." She replied, not even turning. Not that I would mind.

"Kay, be like that." I said as I decided to get out of the pool.

I flipped my hair to one side, and when I looked back to her, she was already staring at me with her lip bit.

I was confused. Like I said, I was no bodybuilder. My bony ribcage is more visible than my abs, which amazingly I have. I had ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NO Chris Evans Captain America pectorals, or in layman's terms, a beautiful chest, I had a bony one.

The only achievement worthy mentioning was my deep dark brown, lemon shaped eyes, a cute sharp nose and a damn, damn fine Jawline. Yes, just the face. The neck down was a frail, sloppy excuse for a summer body.

So why was this chick, who was oozing with hotness, and who I just met this morning, biting her lip at the sight of me??

With her lip still bit, she stood up slowly (at least in my eyes, maybe time was freezing, I don't know) and walked in my direction.

Once more, she placed those delicate fingers on my chest.

"Back in there, my submissive subject." She said, which, okay, turned me on very much.

"Fooled me once, Miss Captivating." I said, grabbing her back and pulling her body close so that her breasts touched my torso, and our eyes locked onto each other. "This time, you're coming with me." I said as I went for a free fall into the pool.

Bad Idea.

I fell on my back and the water slapped on it mercilessly.

I let go ofher the second we were underwater and stood up to try and soothe my burning backside.

I was groaning and moaning loudly.

And she was there, laughing.

Laughing Sexy.

Usually I would be offended by someone laughing at my expense.

But her, I don't know why, but there was something special about her.

"Ow."

"H-yeah, I h-heard the slahapwahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOD THAT WAS PRICELESS!!!" She laughed.

I decided to act like I was mad.

"Wow, that sounded like it hurt. Gee, Bucky, are you alright? No, Jessica, I'm fine, really, thank you for showing that you care." I said, speaking out the conversation I made in my head.

"Awww. He's sulking. And he used the nickname I gave him. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was growin on ya. Bucky." She said.

Crap. I just gave myself away.

"No, it's just... it's what you call me, it feels weird if you call me Arthur."

"Yeah. You look more like a Grayson." She said.

"As in... Dick Grayson?" I said.

At this point, most girls would say, who's that?

But no, not her. Whatever came out of her mouth with her voice, it was perfect.

"Yeah. You look like a nightwing, except your hair's spiked up, not down. Like Injustice Nightwing, not Comic Book Nightwing."

"I don't have a gym body, though"

"Eh, you're already perfect, Whatever you do." She said.

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