The ghost at the coast, a locklyle fanfic

Chapter 6

You'd think that after a night like that, I'd sleep well. But no, I just had to wake up around 5 in the morning. As soon as I open my eyes, I know I won't be able to go back to bed. I glance over at Lockwood's side of the room. His bed is empty, and the door to our room is open just a crack, so I assume he's just getting a drink, or something. On silent feet, I cross the room, grab a sweat shirt, and make it to the front door of the cabin. I step outside into the fresh air, hoping it will put me to sleep. Absentmindedly, I stroll back to the sandy expanse of the beach. The sky is clear, and for some reason, the stars remind me of Lockwood's eyes, which remind me of his lack of shirt last night. Thoughts like these distract me and I'm only 10 feet away from the tall boy's silhouette when I see him. I could go back, but what's the point. And, a part of me desperately wants to talk to him, alone on a moonlit beach.

"Hi, Lockwood," I step closer.

He turns. "Hey, Luce. Couldn't sleep either?"

"No,"

He holds out a hand, and I take it, both surprised and thrilled. We watch the waves splash on the shore.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier, during the case," Lockwood turns to me as he says it. His eyes rest on my face, those beautiful eyes.

"It's not your fault,"

"Well, it's my fault we angered a powerful spirit that hurt you,"

"You couldn't have known, Lockwood,"

"I don't want to argue again, not now,"

"Why, because you know I'd win?" I say, cheekily.

"Just don't,"

We stand quietly again. After about 6 more minutes, he spins to look at me again, a strange expression on his face. "Luce?" he starts

"Yes, Lockwood?"

"I- can I kiss you?"

His request startles me, and at first I don't reply.

"Sorry," He says. "I shouldn't hav-,"

I interrupt him by leaning in, almost closing the gap between us. He covers the rest of the distance, and our lips brush against each other. then, we are kissing for real, and my hands are in his hair, his on my back, and it's my first kiss, so I don't know what to do. He smells of tea, and the ocean, and I think it's the first time I've ever noticed someone's scent. We finally pull apart, gasping for breath. "Does that answer your question?" I say, blushing and grinning.

"Yes, Luce, yes it does."

After that, we walk back up to the cabin for the second time that night, hand in hand. I'm practically walking on his feet, but he doesn't seem to mind. We don't let go when we get back to our room, and after closing the door, he flops down on his bead, pulling me on top of him. "I love you, Lucy,"

" I love you Lockwood," I say back.

We sleep like this, fore head pressed together, until noon the next day.