The New Girl

32.

We had spent a few days completely busy with work and working late nights and early mornings. But we finally had a day off. And what better way to spend a day off than with a few other workers...jet-skiing.

I had my plain black bikini on and put a black maxi skirt over the top. I had my hair in a bun and slipped on some flip flops. I was ready to go and excited.

"Tom! We have to go now!" I called up the stairs.

"Coming!" He shouted down.

Tom came rushing down the stairs with some turquoise swim shorts on and a black t-shirt, shoving some white trainers on his feet.

I chuckled, "You ready?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

We got into the lift and met everyone in the lobby.

"Took you guys long enough." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Tom's just a drama queen."

"Am not!" He defended.

"Are so!" The boys and I said in unison.

He rolled his eyes and we went out into the car. Thankfully there were no screaming fans or paps this morning. We drove out to the beach and met the rest of the guys there. We mingled for a while before being called to get on the jet-ski's.

"You excited?" Tom asked me, squeezing my hand as we made our way onto the dock.

"Yeah. A little nervous but I'll be fine." I smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I reached up and landed a peck on his lips and then we parted, reaching the end of the dock where a few instructors were standing.

"Okay, we're going to give you the option of a full wet suit or a life jacket. Guys are more likely to wear the wet suits and ladies are more likely to wear the jackets but you can choose whatever." One guy said.

We all decided and Tom decided to go for the wet suit - as did Harry. Sam decided to sit this one out but watch from the side. Tati and I went for the life jackets. Tati and I weren't best friends but we could chat comfortably without it getting too awkward.

"Okay! Who wants to go first?" The only female instructor asked the group.

No one responded.

"How about you?" She pointed to me.

Everyone in the group cheered me on despite me not wanting to go first in front of everyone. Tom tapped my bum encouragingly and I groaned, finally moving my feet forward. She instructed me how to sit on it and I had to clamber to the side of the dock and swing my leg over. I managed to do it successfully.

"Imagine it's Tom!" Tom's stunt double shouted from the group.

He got a slap on the arm from Tom and I just shook my head with a laugh. She taught me what to use and how to use everything and little tips and tricks.

"Okay, you're ready." She said, taking the lead off of the ski.

I squealed and pressed the throttle, it jolted me nearly over the whole thing.

"I can't do it!" I squealed, panicking like a baby.

I heard some stumbling behind me on the dock and then the ski dipping to one side. Tom.

"We've got it!" He announced to the woman and she brought up the next person to be taught.

"You're fine, don't freak out." He said comfortingly, sitting right behind me, his legs placed just behind mine and my back glued against his chest.

"Do it gently. Here," He wrapped his hands over mine and lightly pressed down.

The thing started moving smoothly and we were off.

"Oh my god!" I squealed.

He started to go faster and I screamed, the water pelting into my face.

"This is so cool!" I whooped.

"I feel like James Bond!" Tom laughed behind me.

He slowed down a little and I turned my head slightly, "Does that make me a Bond Girl then?" I asked, raising a brow.

"I guess it does." He smirked.

"Can we swap so you can really be James Bond?" I asked.

He chuckled and nodded. I carefully removed a leg from over the ski and then quickly placed it behind Tom and shuffled back while Tom shuffled forward, putting his hands on the handle bars. I wrapped my arms around his torso and shuffled so we were closer.

"Drive, Mr Bond." I whispered in his ear with a thicker London accent than I actually had.

"Whatever you say, darling." He giddily said back, unable to hide his glee with the whole situation.

He sped off and went around the whole circumference of the boxed in lines we were allowed to go to. We passed Harry on the way and I gave him a passing high-five.

I lifted my hands away from Tom's body and whooped and screamed, holding my hands up. Tom laughed at me, enjoying the whole situation. I quickly brought my hands back to him as we turned a corner and I kissed his neck and just behind his ear.

"I love you." I said in his ear.

He slowed down and eventually stopped, turning his head to face me and locked our lips together. I cupped his cheeks and he lay a hand on my thigh as our tongues swirled in each others mouths. I hummed as we both retracted though we stayed close.

"Maybe when we get back you can fuck me like James Bond, too." I smirked.

He raised an eyebrow but then tsked, "We have that night out tonight, remember."

"Well, after the club then. I already have an outfit in mind." I teased, playing with his hair.

"Can't wait." He smirked.

We leaned in again, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths before our lips touched.

"Get a room!" Harry shouted as he drove by, splashing us completely.

"Oh my god!" I squealed, absolutely drenched.

"I'll kill you!" Tom shouted after Harry.

"Not if I kill you first!" Harry shouted back.

"Dick."