#really hate it

“Hi baby,” Maura replied and slung her legs around his, shamelessly rubbing herself against his groin underwater until he went cross-eyed with want; she was entirely naked while his swimming trunks grew tighter and more uncomfortable by the second.

“Oh God, I want you,” he moaned when she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled on it so his face floated like a sacrificial offering on the azure sea.

“If you can catch me,” Maura laughed, “you shall have me, but you’ll have to catch me first.”

And – before he could fully process her words once more – she had let go of him and pushed him under, already swimming away from the boat in elegant, forceful movements.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Fíli groaned and dove after her ambitiously.

The way her naked body cleaved the waves made him dizzy with desire, his mouth felt dry despite the endless amount of water around him, and the hot knot of lust thrumming in his gut paralysed his legs; Fíli decided that he would have to close his eyes if he didn’t want to literally drown in his love and concupiscence for this woman.

They were more or less of one height and so it took longer than he would have liked to admit catching up to her, but – in one last, herculean leap – he closed his arms around her legs and pulled her under the surface.

Her body flowed like warmer, smoother water through his hands as she rose up again, whipping back her long hair, looking black with wetness now, and laughing breathlessly.

“Let’s get back to the boat,” he purred seductively. Thankfully, she did not try to race him back as well for – by now – Fíli deemed himself fortunate if he didn’t sink like a stone.

“Oh, how I yearned to be alone with you,” Fíli admitted as they reached the small vessel, but then, a terrible realisation hit him; they had not let down the little latter that was to be attached manually.

“Erm,” Fíli chuckled, “I guess I’ll have to give you a boost.”

“Why can’t I give you a boost?” Maura asked suspiciously.

“I’m stronger, you’re lighter, take your pick,” Fíli said, his words underscored by rumbling laughter that melted into blubbering when his chin slipped under the surface of the water.

When his hands espoused the curve of her ass though, Maura knew that he had much baser motivations for privileging this constellation; while she scrambled madly for purchase – her wet hands slipping on the worn plastic – his thumbs curled inwards, pressing seductively against spots that were too close to different erogenous zones without hitting any of them.

She groaned, fighting the desire to let herself sink back and hence invite more of those tantalising caresses with which Fíli teased her now under the pretence of heaving her back onto the dangerously swaying cockleshell.

When she had finally made it onto the hot, sticky deck, she turned around to pull Fí up as well.

“Nice view, definitely the right decision,” he commented as her breasts hovered only inches away from his face and – true to his playful nature – he gave them a quick nip as he pushed himself up to match her efforts.

Crashing into her and slamming her back, he came to rest – panting with exertion – on top of her naked flesh; she was made for this, truly, the way the sun caressed her skin – bejewelled with millions of sparkling diamonds of water droplets – made her glow like a goddess of old.

There was no doubt in his mind about this: Maura was the kind of woman that had pushed men to go to war in hopes to be allowed but a glimpse of her glowing beauty in the blazing sun; her whole being seemed to be moulded from silver and gold, adorned with luxuriously dyed silks and encrusted with the rarest gems, and he felt giddy with pride that he was the one getting to hold her in his arms.

There was not a pearl in this whole ocean more precious, not a dark creature more mysterious, and not a drop of water more scintillating than her; he had never needed anything or anyone as much in his whole life.

Ori bit his lip, wondering what would be considered too cute now; he had already overstepped the boundaries by cradling her hand in his, but – at the same time – he was strangely reticent to let go of it.

“I hope they’re alright,” Lexi mused, looking out on the water that seemed smooth as a mirror in the distance.

“No doubt, Fíli is an excellent swimmer. They’re probably doing unspeakable things on that plastic sloop.” Ori rolled his eyes – envy battling indulgent mockery – but froze when Lexi uttered a heart-rending sigh.

Did she dream of things like that, he wondered, did she imagine herself as the heroine of some three-pence romance novel?

“I’m a solid swimmer,” he burst out, not entirely sure where he was going with that.

“I do not doubt it,” Lexi laughed, her eyes sparkling when she turned around to face him.

Her mouth went dry all at once; he looked like the kind of statue one found half-buried in the dark sands of the ocean floor, a monument to the deities of cultures long forgotten.

The way the reflection of the sun on the water danced in waves – white on white – over his chest mesmerised her; she knew now what his skin felt like and – as by divine intuition – she was sure that he’d taste like salted caramel – sweat, sea spray, and innate sweetness – if she was to give in this time and steal that kiss.

In her dazed mind, the picture came alive: his fingers splayed on the small of her back and her lips pressed against the thrumming skin on the side of his neck; oh yes, she could imagine the undulating rocking of his body swayed by the current and the feeling of the thin layer of cold water being warmed between their flesh as she’d cling to him loosely.

He struck her as the kind of man who would be game for that kind of harmless tenderness.

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Ori asked nervously, his gaze glued to the sluggish dancing of the waves – mirrored in the depth of her eyes – to avoid being distracted by her scantily clad body glistening like gold and amber.

Every fibre in her body yearned to just flow against him softly as did the lazy water, but she held herself back – memories of the awful dates she had suffered through only recently resurfacing like flotsam – and merely shook her head.

So engrossed was she in his beauty though that she had not taken any heed of the jellyfish aggregating in the shallows until an ominous, roughly triangular, grey shape startled her into stepping back in surprise.

Her foot landed squarely on one of the creatures, making her slip backward, and she uttered a piercing cry as a sharp, stinging pain cut through her.

Before she could land on her ass though, two arms were thrown around her writhing body and she was lifted out of the water carefully.

“Blasted beasts,” Ori hissed as she got heavier in his arms when he waded to shore.

“Oh my God, what happened? It was a joke,” Kíli cried, splashing frantically in his efforts to join them rapidly; he hadn’t noticed the jellyfish either and was overcome with guilt.

He was wearing a ridiculous imitation of a shark fin on his head, but unfortunately, Lexi could not even appreciate the situation as it felt as if her whole leg was being stabbed by flaming hot needles.

“You got to pee on it,” he screamed as he stumbled but caught himself just in time.

“What?” Ori stared back at him in wordless shock.

Lexi was in considerable pain still, but she couldn’t help wondering if he would truly whip out his private parts on the beach; she knew for a fact that it was a bad idea to pee on a jellyfish sting, but she waited to tell him so until his hand actually went to his trunks.

“This cannot be the first time this has happened,” Lexi groaned, “maybe we should go to the pharmacy and ask them what to do? Get a cream or something?”

“I’ll go,” Kíli exclaimed, already sprinting up the sand towards the road, “again, I am so sorry!”

As the first panic following the incident was subsiding, Lexi could now at least conjure up a weak smile as she watched the shark fin bob chaotically along the road, but as she tried to set her foot down, new barbs of pain shot up her leg.

“I’ll bring you in,” Ori smiled, “hold on.”

Oh, it was indecent, Lexi thought, but one of the easiest way to carry another grown-up, if one was not an action-hero, was to have her sling her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso while his hands supported her ass.

“Would you really have peed on me?” she asked as he rammed his shoulder into the French window in hopes that it would spring open on its own.

He smelled like sea, salt, and sunscreen and – pretending to be weaker than she actually felt – she dropped her cheek onto his shoulder to feel his skin against her own.

“If it had helped,” Ori chuckled, “maybe the sight would have amused you? Laughter is the best medicine after all.”

“Hmmm, you can still show me,” Lexi replied dreamily, “but I doubt that I’d laugh.”

He made a strangled noise deep in his throat, carrying her past a series of doors until he reached hers, muttering that he wondered if she was suffering from toxic shock.

“Take me to the bathroom?” she pleaded.

One look told her that the area looked as if she had put it into particularly vicious stinging nettles, which – in a way – she had: red, swollen, and acutely aching, her foot looked like it was destined to end up as minced meat.

“Alright,” Ori said nervously, “what would make it less painful? Cold water?”

He sat her down onto the rim of the bathtub and turned the old-fashioned faucets to fill it with ice-cold water while they waited for Kíli to come back from the pharmacy.

Careful to stay behind her at all times, he had to reach quite a bit, but the friction of her almost naked body – clammy and yet so warm – against his own unclad skin had had effects on him that he’d rather not rub in her face – quite literally as she was now seated at the perfect height – accidentally; in a few minutes, or so he hoped and prayed, it would subside anyway.

A draft – smelling of sun and ocean – blew in through the open window and Lexi shivered slightly; Ori was torn between offering to leave her so she could get out of her wet bikini and the reticence to desert her when she was in pain.

After wavering for a few seconds, he wrapped a towel around her and closed the window while Lexi moved her foot – red and slightly swollen – in the cold water languidly.

“Thanks for catching me and carrying me all the way,” she whispered without turning around to look at him; she found it somewhat peculiar that he’d stand behind her back, but – at the same time – he would have had to climb into the tub if he had wanted to face her.

“My pleasure,” he replied in a voice that sounded so earnest that it made her smile.

“You are not on any dating apps by chance?” she quipped, remembering that laughter was the best medicine apparently.

“No,” Ori laughed, “never had much success with that; it eats away at what little confidence I have. Why? Want to go on another disappointing date? I am pretty sure ‘had to slather him in sunscreen before stepping onto a jellyfish’ wins the prize anyway.”

“Hmmm, that’s not how I would have described it,” Lexi mused silently, “but yeah, I’d definitely swipe right on you.”

“You would?” Ori sounded honestly surprised, “Even though I was not in the least cute?”

“You can be cuter than this?” Lexi imbued her voice with a challenging note.

“Oh, watch me!” Ori laughed and squeezed her shoulder shortly when he heard Kíli come back, his naked feet slapping against the wooden floorboards and his frantic panting echoing through the whole cottage.

“You drive me insane,” he groaned, “I cannot think of anything but you.”

There were so many other words he wanted to say, but this was neither the time nor the place to bring up the wishes and needs of his yearning heart; sooner or later, he would have to let her see just how needy he truly felt underneath the air of bonhomie and the pretence of careless charm, but not quite yet.

“Is that so?” Maura cocked one eyebrow, her body blurring in the blinding sunlight as she lay – sprawled out and comfortable – with her eyes now closed as if the world only existed to serve as a backdrop to her glory.

Instead of answering, Fíli tore off his own swimwear – sticking uncomfortably to his heated skin – and covered her body with his; the literal sun was hence replaced by a metaphorical one, his hair glowing like a halo around his ruggedly handsome face when she pried open her lids upon realising that a shadow had fallen on her seconds before his skin came to rest on hers.

“Let me just look at you,” he breathed, more to himself than to her; he had seen her a thousand times and yet, as soon as she was out of sight, he berated himself for not having looked at her more.

“You idiot,” she laughed, lifting her legs to pull him closer again after he had risen to his knees to drink in the way the light played on her curves – painting highlights and shadows across the paradisiac expanse of her bare chest – or to follow the faint lines of dried salt that all led to the dimple of her navel still holding that last drop of ocean water like a sacred chalice.

“I love you,” he whispered, giving in to her tugging willingly and groaning when his cock brushed against the wet heat that was nothing like the cool ocean they had just left.

His lips – and all those beautiful words – travelled down Maura’s warm skin; “I adore you” – kisses down her neck; “I cannot live without you” – a flick of his tongue against the salty peaks of her breasts, “I miss you as soon as you’re gone” – a dip of that same tongue into the hallowed pool of sea water in her belly button; “You’re mine” – a chaste, closed-lip kiss on the velvety skin between her legs.

“Fí,” she sighed; it was a plea and an exhortation so airy translating a yearning so voracious and deep.

When he allowed that devout tongue – busy in the worship of the goddess who was sun and moon to him – to delve into the salty heat of her lust, they both moaned at the same time; she smelled like the ocean, and she tasted like heaven.

Writhing on the rough surface of worn plastic, Maura saw stars spinning overhead in the endless blue of a midday sky; eternity contracted into a single grain of sand under her helplessly clawed fingers as he lapped at her lazily like the sea washed against the shore.

Fíli listened to her pant his name as he brushed his thumb – broad and as smooth as the algae-covered rocks – from the entrance to that cave of wonders to the pearl of her lust and back in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Come to me,” she begged, but he was unable to let her off the hook; he had caught himself a mermaid – mesmerising and dangerous – and he could not let her slip back into the depths of the ocean.

Redoubling his efforts, he felt her tense under him.

The spasms shaking her felt like an underwater volcanic eruption; the sea – so calm and placid on the surface – seemed to be churning wildly and Maura felt herself being tossed around violently from the sheer intensity of her release.

Before she could catch her breath though to beg him anew, Fíli had slipped into her with the same ease as displayed while jumping into the water; the familiar and yet ever exciting feeling of being stretched and filled made her groan with pleasure.

They were one – with each other and with the universe – and he started moving to the rhythm of the sea; every wave rocking the boat seemed to make him flow in and out, and the gentle tides of his tender lovemaking conjured up a happy smile on her face.

Soon though, the invisible storm was back and hurled them around mercilessly – flinging them against the rocks of passion to shatter like seashells – as Fíli surged and crashed into her like the angry, stormy North Sea threw itself against the rocky shore in defiance.

Their whimpers of encouragement and self-abandoned pleasure bled into the cacophony of the seagulls screaming somewhere in the distance until – with a shuddering, hoarse scream – Fíli lost himself in that other kind of wet paradise, pumping his own warm contribution into her while hugging her to his chest almost spasmodically.

The feeling of his coarse chest hair against her sensitive nipples was enough to push Maura over the edge as well – that second climax coming fast and hard on the heels of the first one that had never been allowed to fully ebb away and lose itself in the sands of time – and she sank her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder in an insane attempt to not let him go.

“My God,” Maura laughed, “they’ll think that we’ve drowned.”

Fíli just shrugged; he was fairly certain that none of his kinsmen had wasted a single thought on him this far, but then again, he didn’t exactly know how long they had been gone.

He was perfect, Maura thought hazily, the way he was stretched out – naked and proud – under the sun, letting sea water and other fluids dry on his skin that was already gilded by the golden rays; unapologetic by nature, Fíli didn’t feel the need to hide who he was in private, and she felt honoured to be allowed to witness these moments of vulnerable truth.

“As much as I’d love to stay here forever like this,” she sighed, “I think we should get back. You can sneak into my room after dinner?”

The summer camp atmosphere – secret meetings and stolen kisses – stoked their desire more than either one of them would have cared to admit.

“If you manage to get away from your chaperone, you mean?” Fíli chuckled as he slipped back into his wet trunks with a grimace; he could imagine the women sitting on a bed, booze at their side, and gossiping about men while doing their hair to go nowhere at all.

“Hmmm,” Maura winked, “we’ll see how she has fared with those two.”

Fíli’s face grew serious.

“We should really get back,” he mumbled, “I wouldn’t put it past them to have chased her all the way home with their idiocies.”

That, he thought, or into hospital; he had been reprehensibly selfish, he should never have left a poor, unsuspecting woman alone with his brother and his cousin.

He was a computer programmer, not a nurse, Lexi tried to remind herself, but when Ori came back, cream in hand and sat down in the cold water without so much as a groan to take another look at her foot, all those reservations just drained out of her mind.

“All done,” he said after having checked for stingers, dried, and treated her foot, “I think it should be fine, but I can go get you something against the pain?”

“No,” Lexi smiled, “it’s better already. Thank you. So…Would you help me back into my room so I can get out of these wet things, please?”

Ori swallowed heavily but nodded.

“Mister,” Lexi laughed, “you wanted to whip out your cock in front of me! Don’t tell me you’re a prude now?”

“It was for first aid,” he mumbled miserably, but extended his hand to her and – when she tottered – he lifted her, still wrapped in her fluffy towel, back into his arms with a tiny sigh, “I would never do anything like that…I’m not a creep.”

“Oh, but I am still aching,” Lexi whispered into his ear and the low moan she earned for that had nothing to do with her weight or the physical effort of carrying her.

“I don’t really know what you mean…”

Lexi just rolled her eyes and – unable to withstand the constant temptation of his siren skin – she turned her head and pressed a careful kiss onto his cheek that flushed with heat almost instantly.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying? I didn’t even realise that you were flirting!”

“Evidently,” Lexi laughed, “and I didn’t expect to do so, but…you’re just too cute not to…”

“Damn,” Ori exclaimed in a strangled voice, “Fí and your friend will roast me like a lū’au pig!”

So, this was the second part of this and - as you can see - there is room for a third and final part...if anyone would want to read that...

Please let me know!

@laurfilijames thank you for having my back on this one and motivating me ❤️ your support means everything ❤️

Ah yes, @fellowshipofthefics, this one theoretically qualifies as well :D

Lots of love to all of you from me <3

-> Part 3