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winterrrnight · 9 months ago

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The tequila tingled on your tongue, sending heat to your cheeks that matched the subtle sunburn from your afternoon at the beach.

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Dark blue eyes traced your figure, traced the way your hair blew in the ocean breeze, the way your dress hugged you in all the right places, and the carefree, relaxed smile that rested permanently on your perfect lips.

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His hair was buzzed short and at this close distance you could see the freckles on his nose against his tan skin, could smell him, a scent that reminded you of clean laundry and sandalwood.

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"Only the pretty ones" he said, not missing a beat nor giving up an inch of space between you.

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His eyes never left you, making you feel like melted honey, like the edges of your vision blurred to only focus on him.

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"Stop what?" you asked earnestly.

"Looking at me like that" he said.

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"I'm serious!" he said in a mock-threatening tone "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have no choice but to kiss you.”

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"Well, fuck" he whispered against your lips, realizing just how far gone he already was for you.

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island breeze + lights down low - rafe cameron

summary: rafe can't keep his eyes off of you, so he decides to do something about it

word count: 1.2k

a/n: so excited to break my little hiatus with this! just a little something something that has me dreaming of summer nights like this.

the vibe: fantasy - alina baraz + galimatias

The tequila tingled on your tongue, sending heat to your cheeks that matched the subtle sunburn from your afternoon at the beach. The salty air was thick against the breeze coming off the ocean, which was crashing just a few yards away from the club you and your friends were at for the night. The music floated between the palm trees, rocking them as the sun dove into the skyline, spraying the night sky with the last of its deep orange rays. String lights twinkled above you as your heeled feet carried you to the dancefloor where you joined your friends and lost yourself in the music.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend he wasn't captivated by you, trying to distract himself with another beer, with his friends, his eyes always seeming to find you again in the crowd. He swore he wasn't doing it on purpose; it's not like he'd never seen a beautiful girl before, he practically ran this island, he was well acquainted with every girl it had to offer - what made you different, he didn't know. Perhaps it was the fact that you seemed... genuine. You were enjoying yourself for yourself, you weren't there to show off, you didn't care who was watching, you were having fun. Something about your carefree confidence was incredibly sexy and before he really had time to think about it, Rafe was on his feet walking towards you.

You felt his presence before you saw him; your friends exchanging wide-eyed looks over your shoulder stirring you to turn around. Your eyes met his immediately, sapphire blue, twinkling in the twilight. A confident smirk rested on his lips and you couldn't help but to smile in return, biting your bottom lip in response. His hair was buzzed short and at this close distance you could see the freckles on his nose against his tan skin, could smell him, a scent that reminded you of clean laundry and sandalwood.

He leaned over to be heard against the loud music, cheek grazing yours.

"You're not from around here" he said, cutting through any pleasantries.

"You make a habit of knowing every girl on this island?" you replied smartly, pulling back just far enough to see the look in his eyes, your noses nearly brushing one another.

"Only the pretty ones" he said, not missing a beat nor giving up an inch of space between you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain your cool confidence while your stomach did somersaults.

"Dance with me" he said.

It wasn’t a question, it was more of a demand, like he knew the word 'no' wouldn't be found anywhere in your repertoire. You blushed, your mind scrambling for a witty reply, but he didn't wait for one as he took in your flustered energy and reached for your hands, curling your fingers into his and pulling you forward as he walked backwards onto the dancefloor. It was a simple gesture, but in the low light, the sticky humidity, with the steady thump of the bass coursing through your veins, there was something absolutely sultry about the way his hands, his fingers, slipped around yours.

His eyes never left you, making you feel like melted honey, like the edges of your vision blurred to only focus on him. He pulled you deep into the crowd of bodies that enveloped you, separating you from reality and he pulled you into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You could have died on the spot at the feeling of being pressed against him as his signature scent overwhelmed you. You could feel his warmth, feel his taught muscles underneath his loose-fitting linen shirt. You ran your hands over his shoulders and circled his neck, running your fingers through the short hair there, eliciting a sound from him that was something between a sigh and a groan.

You were flush to each other now and even though you were sure he could feel your heart hammering against his, you weren't tense; whether it was the tequila or the feeling of his fingers toying with the hem of your dress, you were the most relaxed you'd been all night. His body against your own was easy, unforced, rhythmic. You were like two missing puzzle pieces put back together, not a hint of awkward tension or apprehension. You rocked and swayed to the beat as songs blended one into the next, though neither of your noticed, completely in your own world.

Occasionally your eyes would find each other, your noses mere centimeters from touching and you'd meet his electric gaze with your own before looking away - it was getting harder and harder to deny how badly you wanted to kiss him.

The next time it happened he caught you off guard by pulling you insistently into him, cheek to cheek, his lips brushing your ear to ensure he could be heard over the DJ.

"You've got to stop that" he said, low, deep, with a serious laugh.

You pulled back to meet his gaze, giving him a confused look.

"Stop what?" you asked earnestly.

"Looking at me like that" he said.

You smiled, tilting your head to look flirtatiously at him.

"I'm serious!" he said in a mock-threatening tone "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll have no choice but to kiss you.”

Your breath caught in your lungs, but you didn't flinch, didn't bat an eyelash. Instead, you pulled yourself closer to him, teasing him, taunting him, your lips just out of his reach.

"I swear to God" he mumbled against you, your final warning "Once I kiss you, I'm not going to be able to stop."

"Who says I'd want you to?" you replied, and before the last word had left your lips one of his hands left your waist and came to trace your jaw, your cheek, the cool touch of the ring on his finger in the heat of the moment sending an involuntary chill through your body as he grasped your face.

His lips melded against yours and you sunk into him in full abandon, not caring who was watching as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your lips hot and wet against his, your tongues finding each other immediately. He nearly lifted you off the ground in an effort to pull you closer to him, every inch of you alight as he grasped you bruisingly tight to him. Your body was an electric guitar and he was a goddamn rock star.

The ocean could have flooded the beach, washing the world away and you two wouldn't have let go of each other. You lost track of time as your hands tugged desperately at his shirt, as your fingers coursed over his short hair, as his hands roamed your body. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours before you parted, only for a second, as he took you in, his pupils blown wide, breathing heavily. He took in your cheeks flushed with desire for him, your lips plump and swollen, your chest rising and falling, matching his own.

"Well, fuck" he whispered against your lips, realizing just how far gone he already was for you.

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