#hambeast

Baran's been watching you for a while. She spotted you a few minutes back, couldn't believe she bumped into you here of all places. There was a smile on her lips while she watched you take bites of your sandwich, glancing around the beach as if you were admiring the beauty of it all. She watched you dip your toes into the sand until your feet were covered. And she watched you slip off your shirt and shorts to reveal your swimsuit, which she ogled with curious eyes. She's only seen your body in scrubs before, never something this revealing.

She liked it.

"Do you want the other piece?" You offer Baran the other half of your sandwich, telling her you don't think you can finish both.

She graciously takes it from you, moaning and licking her lips after taking a bite.

"Did you make this?"

You nod while taking another bite.

"It's really good. I'm gonna need some of these for lunch at work.'

You blush and smile really big.

Baran's eyes light up as she watches your head dip, the corners of your mouth upturned in a smile she finds pretty. She's always loved how easy you are. Never takes that much to get you blushing or smiling around her.

After you both finish eating, Baran offers to apply sunscreen to your back, since she knows you can't reach. She's just being helpful, nothing else. Definitely not an excuse to touch the cute resident's back and see them squirm. Nuh-uh. She's just looking out for you and your skin. Sunburns are no joke.

She has you lie down on your stomach while she sits on top of you.

You gulp hard when you hear the sound of the bottle being squeezed, white cream pouring onto Baran's hand. You tense up for a brief second when her hand comes into contact with your lower back, the cold cream soothing your hot skin.

You feel her tug on the strings of your top. "Can I?"

Your brain stops working for a moment. All your thoughts are impure. Oh. She's asking to untie it so she can put the sunscreen on.

You nod and hum shakily.

"I like this swimsuit," Baran whispers softly, pulling your top loose, digging her fingers into your back as she spreads the sunscreen all over.

"Th-thank you," you reply, a tingle running down your body at the feeling of her hands on your body. You can't help but melt into her touch, eyes fluttering shut as you enjoy the way her hands travel around your back.

You and Baran relax in the water for a bit before coming out and drying off, dressing back into your normal clothes.

Baran takes you walking along the coast, her fingers brushing and wiggling against yours as you chit-chat about how nice it is to have a break from PTMC. You splutter awkwardly when she mentions that the only bad thing about it is not seeing you.

Somehow, both of you end up with handfuls of seashells. It started when you stopped in your tracks after spotting the most beautiful-looking shell you've ever seen. Baran found it cute how you ooh'd and ahh'd over it, and she started pointing out more shells for you to take. Then she started taking some of her own. She would ask you if it was pretty enough to take, and if you said yes, she'd keep it. She has no idea if she wants to actually take them home or not, but she thinks displaying them on her dresser would be a lovely idea. Maybe she could keep one in her car. It would be a good reminder of this day with you, which has been a blast so far. She hasn't had this much fun in ages.

After waking for a bit, both of you find a little restaurant by the beach. Baran asks if you'd like to have dinner with her. Her treat, of course. Not wanting this day to end, you agree. You stuff your seashells into your tote bag and Baran shoves a few shells into her pocket as both of you walk up to the restaurant.

The host leads you to a table and takes your drink orders. Baran gets wine to share with you.

The host leaves while you two decide on what to get.

"Ready to order?" she asks, glancing down at the menu on the table.

While pretending to look at the menu, you glance up at Baran, watching her pour herself a generous glass. You think about how pretty she is, and how insane it makes you feel. Your breath catches in your throat when her eyes lock onto yours, and you're trapped in a staring contest with her as your whole body freezes from getting caught.

Baran lets out a hearty chuckle, the sound of her giggles and the sight of her big smile making you flustered.

"I'm guessing what you want isn't on the menu?" she teases, foot brushing against your ankle underneath the table.

"No..." you reply dumbly, almost in a trance as you look at her. When you realize what you said, you shake your head and clear your throat. "I mean, er, what are you getting? I can't decide."

"How about we share?" She presses her lips together thoughtfully as she looks at the menu before pointing at something. She turns the menu toward you so you can see, and you nod in agreement. "Good. Maybe if you're up for it, you could come back to my house after this."

Your heart starts beating faster.

Baran adds, "Only if you want. It's just that I don't want this night to end. I'm having fun with you."

"Me too," you say slowly, not believing this is real and happening. You have to pinch yourself just to make sure. "And I'd love to go over to your place."

Baran smiles widely and stares at you with stars in her eyes.

smth smth soft first time sex with baran when you get to her house, both of you wine drunk and messy and needy with each other. making her feel loved, cherishing her body, and making her come undone on your tongue before she wants to do the same to you. she talks you through it so softly, making your brain turn into mush at how gentle her touches are. she coaxes two orgasms out of you before collapsing on top of your body, her curly hair tickling your face. she helps you clean yourself off, says you're free to use her shower and borrow some of her clothes if you need to.

thinking about her asking if you could stay a while and sleep with her before she drives you back to your place >___< just some cuddling and kisses, baran nuzzling her face into your chest while you hold her and rub her back, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

she gives you a kiss on the cheek after she walks you up to your front door.

and she gives you knowing looks when you see her at work a few days later. thinking about not knowing if what happened was still real, or if she wanted it to be anything other than a one-time thing, so you just ignore her. that is, until she asks if she can speak to you alone. she rubs her hands up and down your arms while asking if you're avoiding her, and she thinks it's cute when you tell her why. she's direct with you, tells you that she wants you, that she doesn't want this to be a one-time thing.