“Fiona, come on!”
The water splashed around me as I jumped up and down, waving my arms frantically as I tried to get her attention. Fiona, however, didn’t seem to be listening. We had only just arrived, but I’d already stripped off my clothes to my bikini and leapt into the sea. After one and a half hours of travelling (during which time I thought Fiona was going to set fire our train carriage), and about fifteen minutes of walking, the only thing I wanted to do was see the ocean. Then we got here, and... I can’t put it into words. A huge expanse of blue as far as the eye could see – it was amazing, there was more water than I had seen in my entire life. I was so excited; I wanted to pull Fiona right in with me.
Fiona didn’t seem to want to move at all. In fact, she seemed totally content with ignoring me and basking in the sun. It made me so mad; it was HER idea to come to the beach and get out of that stuffy apartment, out of the crowded city. I had always wanted to see the ocean, though I wasn’t sure if Fiona knew that, and any excuse to spend more time with Fiona was welcome by me. But the way she didn’t even want to try out the water really bugged me.
HEY! Are you even listening?
I frowned as I tried to get through to her telepathically with little success. That was the last straw. Striding towards her, I glared at the humans who stared at me as I kicked up water when I made it to the shallows. When I finally got over to Fiona, she had changed into a black bikini, was lying in the sand, smirking, and worst of all, she was wearing MY sunglasses. She seemed to have a habit of breaking things, and the last thing I wanted was to find my only pair snapped in two. I loomed over Fiona, water dripping off my body onto hers as I spoke. “Aren’t you going to come in the water?“ Fiona shifted her attention to me, finally, pulling down the shades to reveal extra bright orange orbs. I crossed my arms grumpily as she looked me up and down.
"I think I'll just focus on the eye candy. Besides, someone looks like they're having fun all on their own." She pushed the sunglasses up her nose and sunk back into the sand. Typical. Fiona was just as stubborn as I was, and I knew she wasn’t going to budge until she was ready to get into the water. I scowled at her and stormed off in a huff. I knew exactly what Fiona was up to. She was going to wait until I practically begged her to come in the sea with me. She loved pushing my patience, and it annoyed me to no end. But this time, I was going to make Fiona get in the water whether she liked it or not.
Waves broke around my legs as I waded deeper and deeper into the sea. Fiona was still sunbathing. She’d notice I was gone, right? I dived beneath the water and curled into a ball, a sly look on my face as I began counting in my head. It was so relaxing; feeling the current push me along and pull me back, watching tiny silver fish catch the sunlight as it filtered through the surface. The calm under the water was miles away from anything I’d find in the city.
But anyway, I must have spent ten minutes there before I started to get agitated. Fiona STILL hadn’t got into the water to come looking for me, and I was getting impatient. Then something happened that nearly made me go off at the deep end. I felt someone’s hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me to the surface. At first I thought it was Fiona, and prepared myself to give her the smug treatment. But as I broke the surface of the water, I realised something. It wasn’t Fiona. It was a human.
“Are you alrig-“
My cold glare seemed to cut the man short. Can’t humans just leave well enough alone? They always interrupted things or messed things up – or got in the way. I felt my ears go red as I spoke curtly to the man. I guess humans weren’t used to someone being underwater for more than a few seconds or something. They were so close-minded.
“I’m fine.”
You could hear Fiona’s laughter from there. Without a second look at the man, I stomped back to the shore. It seemed like I was never going to get Fiona’s attention by staying in the water, much to my frustration. I nearly knocked over some kids’ sand castle as I made my way back to Fiona, and that only served to make me angrier. To be honest, I would have probably gone back there and kicked it down if I had seen the face of their stupid parents. When I finally reached Fiona, I could hear her chuckle to herself as I blocked her sunlight. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” I hissed at her as I placed my hands on my hips.
"You could say that." Fiona held the most sarcastic look on her face, even under the shades. Ugh! She really knew how to push my buttons.
“You do know I’m not going to stop until you get in the water, don’t you?”
"From the look of things you might just get every single human on this beach in there before me,”
I frowned at Fiona as I fell back into the sand next to her. The way she laughed at me made me want to reach over and thump her. I just didn’t get her. Maybe she didn’t like the cold? The water wasn’t that bad. Then a realisation struck me. I rolled over to face her.
“I’m not going to show you up, you know,” She didn’t answer me. I pushed it further. “With swimming and stuff,”
"I know how to swim," Fiona said flatly. She sounded distinctly unimpressed, so I left it there. Rolling on my back, I squinted in the sun. Now would have been the ideal time for sunglasses- MY sunglasses. Though I think if I took them back off Fiona, every human on the beach would have died in a mysterious fire. She seemed to like wearing them, at least. My ideas for getting Fiona into the sea were now limited to drowning her, and even I didn’t want to make that much of a fuss. I fumbled for the bag we had brought with us, in the fleeting hope that there might have been another pair of sunglasses. Nope. Our train tickets, my shirt, a bottle of water, some loose change and our keys. Wait- a bottle of water? My eyes darted from the bottle, to Fiona, and then back to the bottle again, and I felt my face light up with a sinister grin. If I just pulled the water out of nowhere in front of so many people, it would have been kind of obvious. If we hadn’t been on the beach, in front of all those humans, I would never have even attempted what I was about to do.
Fiona was completely still as I crawled over to her and loosened the bottle-cap. I think her eyes were closed, because she didn’t react in the slightest when I stood up and cautiously hovered over her. I held my breath as the water slide out of the plastic and all over Fiona’s navel. She jerked bolt upright as the cool liquid hit her skin, water sizzling as it evaporated off her body. I suppose she had been sat in the sun for a long time. The actual contents of the bottle had run out a while ago, but that didn’t stop me filling it up again and again until Fiona screamed at me.
“What the fuck?!”
With a flick of her wrist, Fiona had whipped off the sunglasses to direct a stone cold glare at me. If I hadn’t known her any better, I’d have reckoned that she could have burst into flames right at that very minute. As she spoke, my lips curled into a smug smile.
“Now, now, we wouldn’t want to blow our cover, would we?”
“You and your fucking cover," Fiona growled.
“Our cover,” I corrected her as she got to her feet.
“Tch, whatever. Let's go!”
The way the odd, Fiona shaped mould that was left in the sand had turned to glass made me laugh. Though I have to admit, I found it hard not to gloat as I grabbed Fiona’s hand and pulled her towards the ocean, ignoring the constant stream of mumbling under her breath. When we reached the sea, Fiona was tiptoeing over the break, walking into the water as slowly as she possibly could. I still don’t think she was prepared to give in, because when I tried to pull her forward, she didn’t move an inch. “The water’s not that bad,”
“It’s water.” Fiona said bluntly. I sighed.
“So?”
She just glared at me. I was tempted to make a huge wave and knock her over, but that would have been cruel. Hilarious, but cruel. The water started bubbling around her feet. I don’t reckon Fiona would ever get used to not getting her way. I still don’t get what was so bad about it though, the water wasn’t THAT cold, and it wasn’t like I was going to turn around and drown her or something.
“If you don’t come any deeper, I’m going to have to push you in.” I said. Fiona just smirked and pulled her hand away from mine, crossing her arms. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I pouted and walked purposefully behind her, planting my hands between her shoulder blades before pushing with all my might. It was like trying to move a mountain. Fiona was determined not to move a muscle and had dug her feet into the sand. Every time I tried to push harder, she just leaned back, making it impossible for me to make any progress. She was so stubborn.
"If that's all you got, then I am greatly disappointed in you." Fiona’s voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.
“You and I both know you’d be in the water by now if I used my powers.” I muttered under my breath as I pressed my body against Fiona’s back, my cheek squashing against her shoulder blade as I tried harder and harder to get her to move.
"Well maybe you should cause some hell every now and again, Thetis." I didn’t have to look at her to tell that she had one of those stupid grins on her face.
“Maybe I don’t want to make a scene, unlike somebody.”
She must have been enjoying me getting increasingly more agitated as time went by and I still hadn’t managed to get her past ankle depth. I paused to take a look around us. Surely people wouldn’t notice if the waves gradually increased in strength, would they? As long as I didn’t make a huge tsunami, I was pretty sure no one would suspect anything. Where the sea had begun to break at Fiona’s ankles, the waves moved up to her knees. I grinned at her as the current beneath the surface began to strengthen. “Are you going to move now?” The smile fell clean off my face as Fiona took a step forward before stopping again. One. Tiny. Step. That did it; I was fed up of being patient with her. I hooked my foot behind her ankle and pushed her backwards, catching her in one of my arms before she hit the water and sweeping her off her feet. “You’re going in whether you like it or not,”
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" For someone who was now resting in my arms, Fiona sounded disturbingly confident. It must have looked rather odd to everyone else on the beach, some skinny girl holding another who was a fair bit taller and a lot more muscled in some kind of bastardised bridal lift. I waded in deeper, carrying Fiona with me until the water reached my ribcage. Fiona didn’t say a word, but wore as disconcertingly mischievous grin as I readied myself to throw her as far as I could. To be honest, I should have seen what was coming next. The minute I let go of Fiona to drop her into the water, she unceremoniously wrapped her arms around me, and dragged me down with her.
"What the hell was that for?!" I screeched at her as we both surfaced. No matter how used I was to being in the water, I would never get used to the feeling of it rushing up my nose.
Fiona had a look on her face that made me want to punch her. "It would have been rude to not bring you down with me." I was nearly shaking with anger. Fiona thought she had won, you could tell by the way she was trying her hardest to stop herself laughing. And failing. It was time for all out war; there was no way she was going to win this. I flashed Fiona a sly grin before tackling her back into the water, wrapping my arms tightly around her as I held her under. Fiona had other ideas, though, and had decided it would be hilarious if she heated herself up to unbearable levels. The water around us began to churn and bubble, so I had to let go - I didn’t want my arms to be burnt off for some silly game. It’s not like I was trying to drown her. Well, not really. Maybe just show her who won? Whatever, it didn’t take. We hit the surface again.
“Why can’t you just play nice?” I put on a faux sulk and crossed my arms.
"You and I both know I never play nice." That stupid smirk AGAIN. I fell back into the water and floated on my back, squinting in the sunlight. That didn’t last for long, and after about ten seconds I felt Fiona pushing me back under. I could hear her laughing from underwater as she held me down, despite the fact I was flailing wildly and throwing water everywhere. At that point, I think I lost all sense of subtlety. No-one as going to beat me in my own element, ESPECIALLY not Fiona, and by then, I was just about ready to wipe that arrogant look off her face. Grabbing her wrists, I grinned as wiry tendrils of water twisted up her arms, with several more sprouting from the surface and wrapping around her torso to pull her right in with me.
My efforts were rewarded with a head-butt to the face. It hurt. A lot. Howling, I resurfaced, rubbing my forehead. Typical Fiona. “You are SUCH a sore loser!” I moaned as I saw her emerge from underwater.
"Damn straight I am! Now let's go have some real fun." She gave one of those chuckles the way she always did, and started grinning like a maniac. This usually meant bad news.
“What? You just head-butted- “ Before I had even finished, Fiona had started to swim off into deeper waters. “Wait!” There was no way she was going to beat me in swimming as well. Naturally, it didn’t take me too long to catch up to her, and I felt the water getting colder as we travelled further and further from the shore. “Where are we going?” I swam lazily on my back beside her. Ok, I was showing off a little – is that so bad?
"Somewhere that we can actually enjoy ourselves without some humans getting in the way." Fiona said. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just followed her anyway. We must have swum for a fair while, because soon the shore was nothing more than a thin line of yellow in the distance, and the water was freezing. I didn’t know if Fiona was trying to freeze me to death or something, but the way we kept swimming in silence was getting on my nerves. I rolled over on my front, and finally realised where Fiona was taking me. About 50 yards ahead, there was an isolated sandbar that stuck out of the ocean like a sore thumb. It wasn’t too big – maybe about 100 metres long and about 25 metres wide, but it was miles away from any humans. At least Fiona had got that part right.
The both of us found our feet and clambered onto the sand. I took a look around. We were surrounded by nothing but blue for miles, and the glare of the sun made me squint as I felt it beat down on my back. I cast my gaze to Fiona, who was occupied with spiking her hair back up.
“What now?” I said, still completely clueless. Fiona seemed to have dried off almost as soon as she stepped on to the sandbar, so I did the same, siphoning the water from my body. I was so focussed on getting myself dry I barely heard Fiona as she shouted from across the sand.
“Now, think fast!” I looked up, only for my jaw to drop as with a flick of a wrist, Fiona casually sent a fireball hurtling towards me. I frantically threw myself to one side, feeling the searing heat of her attack as it missed me by inches.
“Fiona, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I screamed at her, pulling myself to my feet. “You could have killed me!” I brushed the sand off my stomach and shot a stony glare across our own personal island.
"If that could have killed you, I don't know how much time I would have spent crying with all of the laughing I would be doing." I rolled my eyes as her laughter echoed across the water. "What's the matter? Not up for a little challenge? It's been a while." I stared at her blankly.
“Are you kidding?” I said coolly, folding my arms in cocky disbelief. “Here? With powers? Against me?”
“Awww, what, afraid you might LOSE?” She dropped into fighting stance, and I followed suit, laughing off her taunt. Fiona must have really had a death wish, or just been plain stupid.
“With all this water around us? AS IF!” The water around me shivered under my control as I directed a column of water towards Fiona at breakneck speed. Fiona sidestepped and ducked under it effortlessly. I suppose it would have been too easy if it had been a direct hit. Before I knew it, Fiona was bearing down on me, fist drawn back and engulfed in flames. I dodged under her swing, sweeping at her ankles with a kick before rolling back on the sand. She nimbly jumped over my kick before back flipping over the stream of water I fired at her. She was such a show-off. I barely had a second to react as flames burst from her hand in some kind of Fiona-style flame-thrower. I met her attack with another jet of water, shouting over the sound of steam as our attacks ate away at each other. “Are you going to give up yet?”
“Never.” I could barely hear her, but I knew exactly what kind of tone she was speaking with. The force of the fire intensified, and I dug my heels in the sand. If combat training at Viola had taught me anything, it was that I should never let Fiona get within close range of me; otherwise my chances at victory would go up in flames. Literally. Luckily, with all this water on my side, I could force her into long range as often as I needed. Pulling more streams of water from the ocean, I tried not to give any indication of what I was doing. If I managed to blindside Fiona, she wouldn’t be able to dodge in time.
That is, if I hadn’t been distracted by the feeling of my both feet reaching unbearable temperature. I couldn’t concentrate as I tried to maintain the amount of power needed to counter her attack. I could hear her laughing as my feet skipped up and down, neither one of them touching the sand for more than a second as I attempted to focus with little success. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I moved in a blur back to the water. I stood on the glassy surface of the ocean, letting out a sigh of relief as I wriggled my toes in the cool, salty water.
“Cheater! That is SO unfair!” I yelled across the sandbar at Fiona, who had creased up in laughter.
"Coming from the one who has her element all around! Yeah, that's rich!” She shouted back, and I felt my ears go red.
“T-That’s not the point! I was giving you a chance!” I was telling the truth, it wasn’t like I had tried to flood the island or anything... I halted my train of thought. I hadn’t flooded it yet. Before I knew it, Fiona was showing off again. I think Fiona had objections to attacking in any way that didn’t display some kind of flair. I sighed. It was dangerously impractical. But then again, there was absolutely nothing about Fiona that was practical. She had already conjured another ball of fire and hurled it into the air.
Oh great, I thought, here we go again. A flip, a kick, and the fireball came shooting towards me. Couldn’t Fiona take anything seriously? It’s not like we were playing one of those stupid human games where they kicked a ball around. Surrounded by my element, I’d have been surprised if Fiona had expected her attack to connect. A sphere of water tore itself away from the ocean’s surface, gravitating towards the ball of flames that careened towards me. I smirked as the flames were engulfed by water, each attack evaporating into nothingness. If anything got me frustrated about this whole thing, it was the fact that Fiona wouldn’t back down. I shouted back at her. “That was your last chance!” Fiona was alone on a sandbar surrounded by water. Water. It must have been SO obvious she was fighting a losing battle. But of course, Fiona, being the bullish kind of person she is, would never have admitted to that.
Not even Fiona could escape a tidal wave. I nearly cried out in triumph as I heard a resigned “Ahh fu-“ before Fiona was swallowed by a ten foot wall of water. As it disappeared, the island came back into view. There was no sign of Fiona. I started to panic. I didn’t mean to wash her away, or drown her – maybe scare her a little bit – but never drown her! It was so quiet. I shouted nervously across the glassy surface of the ocean.
“Fiona? Where are y-“ I didn’t get the chance to finish. All the air rushed out of my lungs as Fiona leapt out of the water, pulling me straight in with her before lifting me over her shoulder “Let me go!” I whined, thumping her back with my fists as she carried me back to the sand bar.
"I have something else in mind." Fiona smiled as she lay me down. Goosebumps ran up my spine as I felt the cold, damp sand against my back, and it wasn’t helped by Fiona’s hand slipping over my still dripping wet body. She dug her fingers into the sand next to my head and pushed her lips against mine.
“Is this my prize for winning?” I grinned cheekily at her as she pulled away.
"Maybe." She shrugged. I gave her a puzzled look.
“You know I won, right?”
"That may be up for debate once I'm done with you." I tried to lift myself onto my arms, but Fiona pressed her fingers against my collarbone and pushed me back into the sand. Her lips crushed against mine, and her tongue slid forcefully into my mouth. The feel of her warm skin against my goose pimpled body made me shiver. My hands roamed over her back and thighs, fingers tracing the lines of her bikini as I sunk deeper into her kiss. I attempted to roll on top of her, but every time I tried to move, Fiona pinned me back down again.
“What? No chance to switch places?” I asked as my fingers blindly ran through the back of her hair and my eyes roved over her body. Her swimsuit didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. A gasp caught in my throat as I felt her touch circling my chest and over the fabric of my bikini with a sensuality that made my stomach flutter.
"I'm not letting you win this one so easily." Her smirk barely registered due to the shock of her knee suddenly spreading my legs. I would have sat bolt upright if it hadn’t been for Fiona pressing down on my shoulder right then. I tensed for a moment, half expecting her touch, only to let out a low moan when I realised it wasn’t coming. My nails dug into the back of her neck as I tried to pull her body closer to mine with little success.
I sunk back into the sand, groaning, eyes misty with the maddening need to feel Fiona’s body against mine. She sat up, pulling her hand away from my collarbone and dragged it down my abdomen. The feeling of her fingers playing across my hipbone and caressing the seam of my bikini was making me desperate, we both knew it, and I knew she wasn’t going to stop this unusual torture until I admitted defeat. “That’s cheating,” I said breathlessly as Fiona’s tongue languidly travelled over the line of my navel, up my sternum and the hollow of my neck, planting light kisses over my pulse. I felt warmth coarse through my body as she caught my chin and smirked, and my eyes were instantly drawn to hers.
"I don't think so." The tone of Fiona’s voice made me shiver, though I think that might have had something to do with the hand that was travelling along the inside of my leg. My whole body was a raw nerve, and each touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body. The way her fingers travelled further and further up my thigh, only to stop just before they reached the lower half of my bikini was the worst part, and I couldn’t help but squirm as she withdrew her touch. It was horrible. Each time I tried to move my legs, arch my back, or even attempt to create more friction between us, Fiona would simply move away and smile at me. Not only that, but every time I tried to sit up, she would just push me back into the sand, pin me down for a couple more minutes and repeat exactly the same routine. Fiona was much stronger than me, so I couldn’t exactly fight back.
Fiona nibbled at my lower lip, and her tongue began to glide over mine as I fumbled for her chest. A groan escaped my throat as she swatted me away with a low chuckle and buried her lips in the crook of my neck. I almost yelped in pain at the pressure of Fiona’s teeth breaking my skin, only to whimper in submission as she ran her tongue leisurely over the same spot only a second later. I barely had time to register the expertise with which one of her hands crept under my back and loosened the knots of my bikini as the other played with the elastic around my hips.
Fiona is totally relaxed. There’s no urgency in her movements, nothing like the desperation I’m feeling as her hand slides over my stomach, over my hipbone and between my legs. She lingers there for a moment, hand hovering over my bikini bottoms. The heat she’s radiating makes my vision hazy, and I just can’t help myself anymore. Grabbing her hand, I try and pull her fingers closer. The slightest touch would have been enough to relieve this agonising tension I’m feeling, but Fiona isn’t having any of it. She somehow manages to slip free, winding her fingers around my wrist and pinning it to the floor. I feel like crying as she rocks her body away from mine, dragging the upper half of my bikini from my chest in the process. The distance between us is unbearable, and I gasp as a cool wind brushes across my breasts. She releases my arm, and the absence of her skin against mine is excruciating. "Think of this as something to make us even."
That’s the last thing I want to hear. I know exactly what she’s doing, but it doesn’t make things any easier. Resting my arm over my face, I try and compose myself. But before I know it, Fiona’s on top of me again, hand between my legs, lips locked with mine. She knows I need her now, and she’s methodically, sadistically drawing this out. As soon as a shudder of pleasure ripples through my body, Fiona pulls away again. I try not to give her the satisfaction of making a sound, but it’s all too much as a whimper trips from my lips. I can barely see straight, let alone form words.
“Why are you d-doing this?” I must sound pathetic as her finger on my thigh causes me to falter mid-sentence.
"Because I'm having too much fun." Fiona’s voice is like honey as I feel her hand crawl methodically across my chest, while the other draws indiscernible patterns over my navel. The touch of her fingertips against the sensitive nub of my breast travels through my body like an electric shock. It’s not helped when she runs a nails over the lower half of my bikini, which makes me squirm uncontrollable.
I’m needy now, and trying not to make a sound is proving difficult. Her fingertips tease my nipple as I hungrily press my lips against hers, tongues twisting while I writhe under her touch. She pulls her mouth away from mine, another one of those devilish smirks on her face. My breathing is getting heavy, and I’m so sensitive that I can’t stay still; my body quivering as her finger circles the peak of my breast, while another hand squeezes the other. There’s a silence between us, and we both know it’s only a matter of time before I cave in completely. The ball of heat that’s nestled within the bottom of my abdomen is practically ablaze with anticipation, screaming for release from this drawn out torture.
The rough surface of Fiona’s tongue nearly throws me off the edge as it drags across the curve of my breast, and I have to bite my lip not to moan. My eyes screw up as I attempt to resist the wave of pleasure that sweeps over me.
“I-I give up, ok?” I feel short of breath as desperation takes over. “You w-win” No sooner have the words slipped from my lips do I feel ashamed of myself. My voice is high and urgent, driven into a crescendo by my frenzied desire. I can tell Fiona relishes the power she holds over me as I lay beneath her, completely and hopelessly under her control.
Fiona doesn’t need to be told twice. "Now that's more like it." The way she whispers in my ear sends shivers up my spine. Her hand begins to glide under the fabric of my bikini, and the world is lost in white.
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It was dark by the time we reached the shore. Luckily, no-one had stolen our things, and there were no humans left on the beach. This was a good thing, because I had lost my bikini top, and Fiona had burnt hers off completely. As I pulled my clothes back on, I caught a glimpse of Fiona grinning. I walked over, looping my arms in hers as we set off towards the road.
“You're taking losing very well.” I said, casting Fiona a sly look as we trudged up a sand dune. She shot me a glare which quickly melted into something more smug.
“You really think you won?” There was a hint of disbelief in her voice as she watched me nod frantically.
“I didn’t get swept away by a silly little wave.” My finger prodded her shoulder to punctuate the point. “Besides,” I shrugged. “The fight was over before we got to the sandbar anyway.”
"Little wave, my ass." I laughed and waved off the edge in her voice.
“Well if it makes you feel any better...” I rolled onto my tip toes and kissed her on the cheek. “We were pretty evenly matched.” I could tell she was trying her hardest to stifle an insult. It worked, and all I got in response was a slightly disgruntled look, which was a victory enough in itself. We reached the top of the dune, and I paused to take one last look at the beach. The sand glowed silver in the moonlight, and stars shimmered on the ocean’s surface. It had been an amazing day.
I glanced back at Fiona, only to see that she was waiting for me about fifty yards ahead. Her eyes gave off something of a comforting glow in the darkness, and she was staring at me with an expression I’d never seen before. Racing back to her, I locked our fingers together, squeezing her hand in mine.
“Thank you.”
