David Gilmour #2

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"Where are we going?" You asked David as you sat impatiently in the driver's seat.

He had finally decided to ask you out on a date after months of waiting.
"(Y/n), how is it you haven't guessed? We are in swimsuits, we packed beach towels, I mean it's quite obvious."

"Oh," you said turning to look at him with a cheeky smile, and you both laughed.

"Yeah 'oh'," he teased, "have you guessed now?"

You looked up with a smile when you laid eyes on the beach in front of you. It was a perfect day to be there too, the sun was out, it wasn't too windy, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. You jumped out of the car and ran out to the water immediately.

"Hurry up," you called to David, who was laying out towels in the sand.

"I'll be right there," he called back.

You turned to face the sea and closed your eyes as a light breeze brushed over your skin. You let out a contented sigh as you took in the smell of the sea and the sand. It was pure bliss, or it was until it was interrupted when you were lifted up from behind. You opened your eyes and turned your head to see David smirking.

"What are you doing?" You squealed as he dunked you both into the water.

"Flirting with you," he said with a wink.

"Oh really?" You said in a silly tone.

"Yes really," he said in a soft voice as he drew you closer to him, "is that all right?"

His lips were close to yours now and his eyes focused on your lips as they moved, "Yes."

"Good," he said before he quickly kissed you, smiling as you giggled into it.

You spent the rest of the day like that, giggling and smiling the whole while.

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