Bill Skarsgård Imagines { Ongoing }

𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

summary: in which; Roman takes you on a vacation and there's a bit of a misunderstanding.

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THERE comes a point in your life, when you realize you've gotten everything that you've ever wanted. And for her, that realization struck when she stepped off the plane, Roman's hand attached to hers as they stepped into the warm Hawaii sun. The sparkling, blue ocean was surrounding them, boats rushing by at the speed of light, tall palm trees casting down shadows. Soon enough they were on the road, the large highway shifting into narrow streets, the traffic slow as bikes, trolleys, and pedestrians clustered along the sidewalks and streets.

Roman eye-balled every building that passed by, having only been here once when he was a boy. But with little memory of it, he knew that he wanted to bring her here. They approach a tall, dingy, white fence covered in hanging vines that sit right in front of the home, shielded by lanky palm trees. The weather and scenery here was so much..different than what she was used to. She came from a small town filled with dark skies and rain, people pass by with little to no smile and just push their way through. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows to avoid Roman and his girl.

She and Roman follow the driver to the front gate as the gentleman from the car behind untie the luggage from atop the car, and they wait patiently as they unlock the gate with the key that ends up in Roman's hands. Honolulu was the prettiest, most luxurious place that they've both ever been, and the house really wasn't any different. The white fence led to a soft, smooth, green yard, filled with tiny bushes coated in different colored flowers, and a perfect view of the beach just to the side of the single family home.

"Roman, this is..." She had no words for it, and Roman couldn't find the right words to say either. The windows were glass, the inside of the home visible from all directions although the fence made it closed to the public eye. She had every intention of not wearing any clothes on this vacation, and knowing she'd be shielded by the trees made her squirm and grip onto Roman's hand.

"Enjoy your stay." The older, bald gentleman nodded his head to them and returned back to his car, closing the gate behind him as the other two dropped off the bags in the foyer, Roman nodding his head as they exited the home and closed the double door.

"Roman, this is stunning." She squealed, leaning up on her tip-toes to plant a kiss on his lips, Roman cracking a smile for the first time in a while. "You really outdid yourself." She turned her attention to the line of windows pointing towards the sea, her hands gently pressing against the glass as her eyes shifted in every direction, taking in as much as she could at one time.

"Do you wanna go to the beach?" Roman asked from behind her, already unbuttoning his black shirt and discarding it onto the wooden floor, she turned around and let her eyes shift up and down his six-foot-four frame, a million different thoughts running through her head as he stood there, chest bare. "Baby? Did you hear me?" When she snaps out of it, he's standing directly in front of her, waving his hand in her face.

"Yes! Sorry." She felt her cheeks turn pink as she stepped around him and bent over to dig around in the smaller bag that was home to her bikinis, her fingers brushing over the different sets before she decided on her white string top with her cheeky white bottoms—Roman's favorite. "Let me change." She gave him a smile and ventured off down the hallway, turning into a dark room which she assumed was the bathroom. As soon as the light flickered on, she was in awe—once again.