RikerYou Oneshots

Give 'em Something to Stare At

You hop out of the blue Toyota lacy pink tote slung across your shoulder. Your blond boyfriend walks around the car wearing blue board shorts and a white Hollister shirt. In your light pink strapless cover up dress you take his hand walking with him to a clear spot on the beach.

Riker lays down a towel and unfolds the beach chair. “I’m gonna go surf. Do you want to come?”

“I’ll meet you after a few waves. I’m going to work on my tan.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you and walks away with his board tucked under his arm.

You stretch then slip the cover up over your head exposing the pink and white poka-dot bikini. You hear several whistles and hoots to your right.

“Hey babe. How you doing.” A guy shouts, his friends still whistling. The attention makes you feel a little self-conscious and uncomfortable.

Riker happens to be passing them as this is all going down. Death glare on his face he looks at them until they turn his way.

“What are you looking at blondie.” The leader of the pack hisses.

Riker in a deep voice warns, “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to.” He steps forward setting down his surfboard as in to start a fight.

Quickly you step in to intervene. Putting a hand to his chest you loudly whisper, “Riker I’m okay, you go surf. I can handle myself, don’t worry.”

Hesitant at first he finally nods. “Alright, stay safe. Love you.” He gives you a quick hug before picking up his surfboard again and jogs towards the ocean.

You confidently walk back to your chair knowing that the group of guys are probably staring at your butt.

After soaking in the sun for a while you all of a sudden feel cold wet drops of water all over your skin. Opening your eyes squinting in the sun you see a backlit Riker hovering over you. A wide smile creeps on your face.

Before he or you have a chance to say anything the guy from earlier speaks up. “What are you doing here blondie. I was just about to walk over there and talk to the pretty lady.”

Both of you look at him but then turn away deciding not to listen. Of course this guy’s looking for a fight, that's all. “Leave her to her tanning, I was lovin’ the view.”

Riker looks at you. You can see the mischief in his eyes. He whispers to you not breaking eye contact even for a second. “How about we give them something to stare at.”

Instantly knowing what he’s getting at you growl back, “Yes please.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he does the same to your waist. Leaning in he closes the gap between your lips kissing you passionately. His grip tightens pulling you closer kisses increasingly getting hotter.

You feel Riker’s arm shift and you smile into the kiss just knowing he’s flipping the cocky jerks off.

The kissing lasts a long time but when the two of you finally break apart breathing hard he rests his forehead to yours. It’s not about showing those losers who’s boss anymore, but more about showing you how much he loves you.

Gently kissing your ear he says, “I love you beautiful.” His soft lips brush against your skin.

“I love you too.” You agree then step out of his arms. “Now are we just going to stand here or catch a wave?” Grabbing your board you take off calling behind you, “Beat you there!”

“We’ll see about that!” Riker shouts back.

Passing the guys from before you stick your tongue out mocking them. It feels good to have a boyfriend like Riker.