USING SHAMPOO BOTTLE SCENTS AS WRITING PROMPTS: day 4
PROMPT: Sea Greens
NOTE: I have no idea how these always take a sexual turn they just do…..oh ya they go skinny dipping
“Come on, Y/N! Live a little!” Niall encourages, already bare and sunken in the deep blue, his underwear tens of feet away from the rising tide. But you remain unchanging in your answer and begin to scold the idiotic boy. Why he thought it was a good idea to go to the beach and skinny dip, you still have yet to know the answer to.
“You of all people have no right to tell me that!” Niall was the most responsible person he knew. Being thrown into the celebrity life as a teenager was an impetus to his fast-maturing, yes. And maybe it was only due to you comparing him to your less responsible university classmates that you could not find a person with enough sanity as her best friend other than yourself. “It’s nearly sixty degrees, you’re gonna get hypothermia, idiot!”
“Well then as my girlfriend you should join me to ensure we die together!” The ignorant, uncivil logic spewing from Niall’s mouth was enough proof that he had consumed a bottle or two, too many. But his incessant pleading and splashing of water towards you made your exasperation grow each second that passed.
“Fine.” You huff out and stand your pointer finger up, making a twirling motion with it. Niall takes the hint and spins his body around. Despite it being dark out, you still had morals and a bit of insecurity for what Niall’s now enhanced vision in the dark may catch. You slowly walked up to the tide, your toes meeting it halfway and squealing at the freezing temperature of the water.
“How did you do this to yourself?!” You say, already feeling goosebumps arise on your body, your nipples hardening. “Are you a masochist?”
“No, I’m Irish,” Niall answers through a fit of laughter, leaving you to roll your eyes. “Just run in and jump!” He instructs. Your eyes grew two times larger as you stood there, staring at his freckles back protruding from the water.
“Yeah, I’ll catch you, petal! Promise.” Despite him facing away from your trembling figure, you could somehow see the growing smile on his face.
“You can’t even see me! I can barely see you!”
“Just trust me!” Niall laughs out. Biting your lip, you take a few deep breaths and take a running start into the water. At the sound of the first couple of splashes, Niall turns back around to face you and is met with only a collision of foreheads as your body rams right into his. Both of you elicit a string of painful groans before they turn into a fit of laughter.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You ask, pushing his matted hair back up and away from his forehead. His sea greens were staring adoringly into yours and it seems as though all he could do for a few moments was smile at you and the utter beauty of this moment.
“I’m fine are you okay?” He replies, and you take notice of how quickly his hands were to fly onto your hips. He held onto them together than usual, as if the tranquil water were plotting to pull you away from one another. But if anything if pushed both of you closer, your chests now touching one another.
“I knew that was a bad idea…” you chuckle. It made Niall’s small smile fall totally, and concern grew.
“What, agreeing to join me or almost giving ourselves concussions?” Niall muses as his lips turn upwards into a smirk. You find yourself hiding a giddy smile of your own.
“The second one…” You reply, still mesmerized by those big blues gazing at you, “but if you don’t start kissing me right now I might start thinking this was one too.” His eyes widen at your teasing words. Though the temptation that was your pair of lips was eclipsed by the string still clutched tightly in his hand that rests on your naked hip.
“I think I can do one better.” Tilting your head as his cryptic promise, he takes this moment as a cue to remove a hand from your waist, and slowly pull the string back up to the surface, while beginning the rehearsed speech. “Y/N…I love you and I don’t think I could live another day without doing this…”
Your mouth falls open at the moonlight glinting across the ring dangling from the piece of tied twine. It was almost as gorgeous as the man in front of you, with its sparkle and shine much like that of Niall’s smile. And when he had spoken the magical words every woman wishes to hear at least once in her life, you nearly collapsed further into the ocean the two inhabited. “Will you marry me?”
“YES! OF COURSE, NIALL!” The answer was a borderline screech, but Niall could make out every word you said before your body lurched for his own yet again. Only this time your legs maneuvered themselves to fit around his waist and hugging him so tightly he starts to cough. You feel the engagement ring, still solid in its string gently be placed over you and onto your neck, while you took the opportunity to lay kisses on his cold, pale one. Little “I love you’s” were dispersed throughout the assault of your lips on Niall’s freckled skin, and when you two got a little more handsy, all the way until you were screaming his name to the crashing waves which seem rock your bodies against one another even harder than the last.