#accioprankster

“Can’t you pack it?” she almost whined, coming into the bedroom and face-plopping herself onto the bed. A string of mumbled sounds came from beneath her.

“I don’t speak Mumbler, Kass,” George told her as he went to rummage through one of her drawers. “—How do you find anything in here?”

Kassie groaned again and rolled onto her back. “Georgieee,” now actually whining, “can’t you just tell me?”

“No. It’ll ruin the surprise.” George pulled out a couple tops and stuffed them into a magic-enhanced bag before moving onto the next drawer.

Kassie huffed and crossed her arms. It wasn’t that she didn’t like surprises—it was the whole waiting part that bothered her.

Kassie rolled again. This time onto her stomach and looked over at George. “But it’s just you and me? No one else, right?” she enquired curiously.

“Right,” he gave her. He wasn’t saying anymore then that. His lips were sealed and he refused to budge.

“Is this a date?”

He paused but quickly went back to collecting her things. “I suppose you can call it that, if you like.” He smirked to himself, unable to stop the flashback of their first date and how she refused to call it that. He had to admit it made him a bit smug.

“How long are we going to be gone? Who’s going to take care of Tobias?”

“I asked Ginny to look after him.”

“But what about—?”

“Kass, relax, would you?” He chuckled softly and went to place a kiss on top of her head. “I put a lot of effort into planning this. All the arrangements have been made. There’s no getting out of it.”

Kassie let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine…”

George kissed her head again. “You’ll love it. Trust me.”

“Okay.—Open them.”

Kassie blinked and eagerly took in the sight that George had insisted on hiding until just the right moment.

A huge body of water was the first thing to be noticed. Grainy sand, the next. And a formation of a couple of huge massifs and an outstretched rock wall behind them that could not be overlooked.    “That..would explain the noise,” Kassie nodded toward the ocean and its roaring waves. She shook her head as she looked around some more, but with a smile on her lips. “Which I thought it might be; because at first, I thought we were at our beach… Where even are we? It’s gorgeous…”

George walked beside her as she curiously looked around, feeling proud of himself. “We’re just off the coast of New Zealand. Some island that no one really cares about.—Something about its small size compared to the surrounding ones. I dunno…” He shrugged. “It seems nice enough to me.”

Kassie ripped her eyes away from the scenery and looked at her companion with a sort of shocked disbelief. “Are you joking? No one’s here?”

“Well, I imagine there might be a few indigenous creatures—”

“But no people?”

George smiled at her. “No.—Not that I’m aware of, at least.”

Kassie giggled happily and went up to him. “Our own island. Just for us. Sounds like the very best idea for a date.” She kissed his lips. “Thank you.”

“Mm. Wanna thank me again?”

That earned him another giggle but not what he asked.    George looked at her and she wore a mischievous smirk.

In a swift movement, she shoved him back and took off running down the beach, yelling behind her, “No freebies!”

“Oi!” George just shook his head, unable to stop his amused chuckle, and dropped the bag, sprinting after her. If she thought she could outrun him, she was about to find out that she was sorely mistaken.

“Incendio.” Sparks of light shot out from the tip of the wand and ignited the small tepee of weathered wood.

“You better have brought supplies for S’mores or I’m leaving you right now,” Kassie threatened with her arms crossed, watching the small flames begin to grow and cast shadows upon the cooled sand.

“Oh, is that so?” George asked, amused. “Guess it’s good I came prepared, then.” He whipped out the marshmallows only to throw one at her.

Kassie squeaked slightly but then giggled as she went to sit on his lap, and George handed her the bag of sugary treats while he reached for the graham crackers and chocolate.    “You really did think of everything, didn’t you.” Kassie observed, in awe really.

“Mm’hm.”

“What about food?—That’s not just more S’mores and sweeties.”

“I brought some.” He picked up a thin stick, that he had gathered earlier for this very occasion, and stabbed a marshmallow. “Since I knew you wouldn’t eat any of the fish I would have so honourably caught for you.”

“What about sleeping?”

“I believe you can still do that here.”    She shoved against his shoulder, causing him to smile and answer the question he knew her to be asking. “I got a tent.”

“—I didn’t see a tent.”

“Yeah,” he pulled back the now-crispy marshmallow and carefully smeared it onto a cracker. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely unobservant?”

With an unamused scowl, Kassie snatched the almost completed S’more, clamped it together, and shoved it in her mouth. Although her cool demeanor was interrupted by a small coughing fit, from trying to stuff the whole thing in her mouth, and George couldn’t help but laugh. “Serves you right.” He patted her back, more to help her rather to mock her, but Kassie took it oppositely and moved herself from him, going to sit on the sand with her back to him.

“Aw, Kass, c’mon. I was only joking.”

Nothing but silence rang back.

With a sigh, George dropped the stick and clambered over to his girlfriend’s small frame. “Love,” he spoke into her ear, “c’mon. Don’t be angry.” Kassie moved her head away from him, still not answering. There was no way she was going to give in that easy.

George sighed again, but just as he thought about backing off a spur-of-the-moment kind of thought arose and he took advantage of it.

It was almost instantaneous. A chill climbed up Kassie’s spine, nearly enticing a moan along with it, as George’s lips brushed along her neck. Damn him for knowing her weakness and just how to exploit it.

Noticing the subtle shift in her muscles, George moved back her hair and latched his mouth to the crook of her neck, sucking ever so gently.

It wasn’t long before the slowness and lack of touching became too much for Kassie to ignore, and she found herself turning towards him. All pretense of being actually upset with him gone.

In a brief moment, their eyes met, and in the next, their lips, crashing together like two waves. Passion spilled out from the kiss from both ends, eliciting soft sighs and clutching of clothes, creating fireworks and warm heat.

Kassie took the initiative and pushed George back, with her landing on top of him as he leaned all the way back against the blanket.

“Beach kink. You think that’s a thing?” George mumbled in between a kiss.

Kassie rolled her eyes, but a smirk formed. “Shut up,” she whispered before recapturing his lips. And just to make sure he did, she naughtily rubbed her hips against his, hard, causing him to groan and her to smile as the noise sent a current of desire to her core.

George gripped her hips, his fingers slipping under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin, before suddenly needing to feel more. At a tug on the fabric and a muttered command, Kassie pulled back and shed the shirt, leaving her in nothing more than a small string bikini top. George’s eyes greedily soaked in the sight, feeling himself harden beneath her and his need for her grow. Kassie seemed to sense it, or maybe a need of her own had arisen, because she leaned back down and kissed him as enthusiastically as before if not slightly more.

He grasped at one of her breasts, kneading it gently, and she moaned softly. With that bit of encouragement, he slid his other hand up and slowly pulled on the strings that held her bathing suit to her, revealing even more skin as it fell away. “George,” Kassie whispered against his lips, almost as a plea; her hair almost completely orange now. She was craving him, and the material between them were annoying barriers; she wanted them gone.

Goosebumps formed along his skin, and George swiftly flipped them both, assuming the top position. He gave her another, sweet kiss before removing his own shirt, tossing off to the side, and moved down to pepper kisses along the length of her body. Kassie squirmed slightly and her fingers found his hair, tangling between the fiery mass, as she tried to hold back moans. With that small gesture, another switch turned on, and George’s swimming shorts were now entirely too constricting. He reached down to remove them, but stopped at the last minute, and instead switched to Kassie’s denims, slowly undoing them and fumbling slightly just to drive her crazy. Which if her low whine was any indication, he was doing a good job at doing just that. He smirked, wetting his lips as he felt even more swelling happening just beneath the hem of his shorts. Effortlessly, this woman drove him just as mad, and it was hardly a question as to how.

With Kassie left in her bathing suit bottoms, George trailed a finger along the rim of the piece, teasing her, before going deeper.

“I..hate you,” Kassie claimed, her quivering tone and a following gasp denying any truth to that statement.

“I know,” George replied with a soft chuckle. But eventually, after deciding she had enough, he removed the last remaining fabric bits, fully exposing them both.

Even though they had made love a few times before, each time was exciting and passionate, just like the first time. In fact, it only seemed to get better each time it happened. Whether they were getting better at it, or memorizing what each other liked, or just knowing how to touch the other. It hardly mattered. What mattered is it felt right, to both of them, from start to finish, like two pieces being fitted together, and nothing, not even their little spats, seemed to be able to change that.

As their heartbeats began to slow into a gentler rhythm, George, now with his back on the blanket, gathered Kassie closer to him, and pulled an extra covering over them. With the dying fire beside them, the chill of the night air had begun to settle, calling for at least some protection.

Kassie settled into George’s bare chest, smiling absentmindedly as she started to trace invisible designs on his skin. Happy. Content. Lost in the moment. Things she wasn’t often.

George was feeling along the same line, and if he never had to move again, he wouldn’t care; it would be entirely too soon.

“Told you I had it all taken care of,” he murmured into her dark hair.

“Sorry I doubted you,” Kassie said with a small chuckle.

“You should be.” He placed a light kiss on the top of her head. After a short pause, he sighed deeply. “This is going to sound incredibly lame, but I’m trying to enjoy the stars, but all I keep seeing instead is your face.” He felt her laugh against him, causing him to grin stupidly. “I’m serious. It’s distracting, and you need to stop.”

“I’m not doing anything!” she insisted, giggling. “It’s your head, ya loon.”

“But it’s your face!”

“So?”

“So I’m partial to your face. And my brain knows it. So therefore it’s your fault.”

“That..makes absolutely no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense and you know it.”