GOTHAM CITY.

“if you were a cocktail, which one would you be?”

“i’m not going in the water.”

“i, uh… i can’t swim.”

“i already regret going on this trip.”

“would you help me put sunscreen on my back?”

“this place is perfect. i don’t ever wanna leave.”

“you come here every year, but we never talk.”

“i think the tent is leaking.”

“i’m done with taking instagram pictures of you, can we please just go and enjoy this place?”

“wait, you have a boyfriend/girlfriend back home?”

“will you teach me how to surf?”

“so… we’re both travelling alone.”

“i’ll come back next year.”

“we’re on vacation and you’re still working all the time.”

“you’re the worst tour guide ever.”

“i don’t want to ever leave.”

“mimosas for breakfast, please tell me you’re down.”

“so i guess we have to sharing a hotel room.”

“it’s just a bikini, not that big of a deal.”

“just you and me on a boat, i don’t think i’ve ever been happier.”

“do you know how to set up a tent?”

“this has not exactly been the vacation of my dreams.”

“this must be the longest road trip i’ve ever been on.”

“let’s go for a walk along the beach.”

“there’s no better time to try something new then on a trip.”

“it’s so hot here, i’m all sweaty.”

“i’m here to enjoy the music, isn’t that what festivals are for?”

“if you throw me in the pool, i swear to god…”

“it’s a beautiful day to go for a picnic.”

“i can’t believe this place is your home, you’re so lucky.”

“i don’t even like the beach.”

“i think you were here last summer as well, weren’t you?”

“camping is not for me.”

“wow, this is your summer house?! it’s huge!”

“oh my god, they have a flamingo floatie.”

“that’s the most impressive sandcastle i’ve ever seen.”

“how about we do a barbecue?”

“do you have to eat your popsicle like that?”

“come on, join me for a swim.”

“it’s just eating ice cream, that doesn’t make it a date.”

“i came here to find myself.”

“i’m not dressed for the beach.”

“do you need help with your suitcase?”

“i don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

“summer love? i think it’s more than that.”

“why go on a hike if you’re afraid of heights?”

“my flight got cancelled, so i guess i’m staying longer.”

“i’m flying back home tomorrow.”

he made her keep the sundress on and his fingers were buried inside of her. remy tossed her head back and she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, urging him to go slower. she wanted to be on the edge, but she didn’t want to fall just yet. whimper after whimper escaped pretty lips and her teeth dug into the lower one. her hips rolled into his hand and she knocked their foreheads together, gently. remy’s lips hover above his and she choked out his name when he curls his digits up, rubbing against that one spot that would have her weak...that did have her weak. remy crashed their lips together in a searing kiss and his fingers moved a little quicker. ‘babygirl, you’re so close, aren’t you?’ he whispered into her mouth and she nodded.

pressure built up at the base of her spine and traveled around to the pit of her stomach, warning her it wouldn’t be much longer. “fuck me...” she breathed out and pulled his fingers from between her thighs. “fuck me. want you inside of me,” she rasped and laid back against the mattress. she rucked her dress up and tugged on his shirt to yank him forward. her hands dropped to his shorts and she pulled at the button and zipped. it didn’t take much and he was finally inside of her. “yes!” she cried out and rolled her hips up into his, “right there...ri-right there,” she murmured and digs her teeth into her lower lip once more.

those three words echoed in her mind after he’d shouted them at her. remy just stood there, a little shaken. she assumed that wasn’t the reaction he was looking for and once he spoke up again, she knew that wasn’t the reaction he was looking for at all. “you were...waiting for the right time to say it? so you shout ‘i love you’ at me in the middle of one of our biggest fights? well...one of our only fights we’ve ever had in all the time we’ve known each other?!” she exclaimed and ran her fingers through her hair. her eyes drifted shut and she rubbed her forehead. briar ran into the room and remy swooped her up into her arms. “hi, my angel. mumma’s okay!” 

briar looked between the two of them and she hid her face in the crook of her mother’s neck. remy’s jaw clenched and she turned to head out of the bedroom. “mum? can you take briar home with you?” she asked theresa and her mother gave her a look. “we’ll be fine. we just need to talk, okay?” theresa sighed and nodded before taking her granddaughter’s hand and kissing her daughter’s temple. 

when the woman left, remy leaned against the counter and she brushed the tears away from her eyes. zach walked into the room and remy looked over at him as more tears formed in her eyes, “you’re not just loving me, you know that, right?” she asked, softly. “this isn’t some fucking game! i have a daughter. you know my life. you can’t just throw that fucking word around like it’s nothing! just to get some kind of reaction out of me in the middle of an argument! no one loves a single mother. they use her and then toss her to the side.” tears rolled down her cheeks and she shook her head.

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the room felt like it was on fire, or was that just her? her skin felt like it was on fire -- that was a better way of putting it. a thin sheen of sweat covered her frame and she arched her back off of the bed. her hands dropped to zach’s hair and her fingers tangle through it, almost guiding him between her thighs. her hips rolled as his tongue met her clit and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep going. her lips part with a whimper of his name and her teeth dig into her lower lip. she was desperately trying to keep quiet because briar was finally asleep in the next room.