So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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The next day, Tom planned several excursions for you. And they were very much needed too since you both spent the entirety of the previous day in bed or by the pool. Not that you were complaining.
First was wakeboarding, which he was ridiculously excited about. He of course, was a pro at it, effortlessly gliding across the water, flipping, spinning, being Tom. You - not so much. You couldn't even stand up the first three attempts, but when you finally did, you actually weren't too bad. Tom cheered you on enthusiastically, whooping and hollering from the boat. It was adorable when he was proud of you.
Then you did a bit of snorkeling, which totally put you in your element. You dove and swam and twirled through the water, exploring the sea floor and all the colors and life beneath the waves.
"You really are the Little Mermaid," Tom sputtered, coming up for air and grinning at you. You swam over to him and threw your arms around his neck, giving him a deep, salty kiss. He started to pull you closer when you ducked under and yanked his swim shorts off.
"Hey!!" he screamed.
You surfaced, cackling and swinging the shorts above your head.
Tom looked absolutely panicked as you kept swimming farther and farther away from him.
"Y/N!" he screamed at you, "Give 'em back!"
"Come and get them, Underoos!!!" you taunted him, swimming faster now.
He shot over to you as fast as he could, with a seriously chafed look on his face. You stopped suddenly and turned to face him, catching your breath. He bobbed up and down only a few feet away from you, his eyes narrowed. Was he really that mad?
"Fine. Here," you said tossing the shorts at him. He reached for them, still staring at you with that angry look. His brow furrowed intensely and his eyes were so dark, they looked black. Like, he was really irate or something.
"Tom..." you weren't sure why he was so mad. Maybe you embarrassed him? You were only playing. You weren't going to make him walk back to the villa naked...as much as you'd enjoy that. Still, you didn't like him glaring at you like that, completely silent. It made you squirm, and not in a good way. You swam closer to him, putting on a sweet smile in the hopes that he'd lighten up a bit.
"Tom-"
"Da-dum," he said in a low gravely voice.
"Oh god...," you started laughing. Jaws again.
"Da-dum," his eyes were shining at you fiendishly. Actor. Of course. He wasn't really mad at you. He's just a doof.
You put your fists to your cheeks and whisper screamed, "Oh no! It's a shark! Somebody save me!! Help!!"
Tom grabbed your wrist and started gnawing on your arm, making wet, snarling sounds that reminded you more of a rabid dog than any shark. He nibbled all the way up to your neck until his lips were on yours. You gave a little snarl yourself and bit his lip lightly.
"You had me going there for a second," you laughed softly, "I thought you were really angry with me."
"I'm a trained actor, motherfucker," he said proudly.
"Very convincing, Tiger," you nodded, appeasing him.
"I could never be angry with you, darling," he said suddenly, stroking your cheek so sweetly. He pulled you in for a loving kiss, fingers floating down your back under the water. You felt him tug on the strings of your bikini top, just loosening them enough so he could get a squeeze. His hands were warm against your skin, as were his lips that still clung to yours.
His fingers roamed over your breasts, stomach, back, where he undid the strings entirely. You took a deep breath and pressed your skin against his. His tongue twisted around yours, heatedly. His hands gripped your hips, traveled up your waist and shoulders and-
He pushed down hard, dunking you under and yanked your bikini top off.
You came up gasping, mouth agape, wiping hair away from you eyes.
"Payback's a bitch!!!" he sang across the water as he swam back towards the boat.
That little asshole, you thought, but somehow, you were still smiling.
