Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

MINI | THE PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION

Fingers adjusted the straps of your bikini bottoms, the sun impossibly warm, sweat pooling on your chest as you lay listening to the sounds of the nearby waves lap around the music in your ears and felt your skin tan. That was until a tap on your shoulder, eyes opening to squint against the bright light. You pulled a headphone out as your friend pointed conspicuously to the beach bar. With a hand shading your view you turned your head to look before propping yourself up onto your elbows.

Eyes rolled with recognition. Military.

Broad shoulders flexed as they leaned against the bar. One of them turned his face to the sun as he raised a cigarette to his lips and took a drag. His dark makeup was smeared all around his eyes, gesturing out at the glittering blue sea to reveal some sort of material clenched in his fist. As eh exhaled, he said something to the one with the slight mohawk behind him. They laughed and clinked glasses. Pelinkovac with lemon, you could recognise it form a mile away.

Then he turned. He turned and looked right at you.

Another lazy drag of his smoke. And a tiny wave of acknowledgment.

A trickle of sweat and suncream rolled over your stomach and gathered in your navel. Shoulders gave in and you lay quickly back down, sunglasses pulled over eyes, headphones drowning out the sounds around you. Chatter. Waves. Screeching children. The laughter of your friends.

Sudden quiet.

A shadow creeped over your skin, the temperature dropping as it rose until it swallowed you entirely. Brows scowled as you opened your eyes again.

And there he was, crouched at the end of your beach towel, an ice cold, dripping bottle of water in his grasp. He held it out, his t-shirt hitching a little to reveal a strong tan line along his sleeve tattoo. The roll of his abs evident through the black material, tucked neatly into his belt. His boots dug into the soft sand.

He outstretched the plastic bottle. It crinkled in his grasp, freezing condensation escaping down onto the bare skin of your legs.

"You're far too pretty for heatstroke, don't you think darlin'?"

"You're in my sun." You snapped back. He chuckled, a low rumbling sound within his chest. Another droplet hit your skin.

"Sorry." He said, shifting over to the side. "You should have this, you look pretty red."

Your cheeks flushed more as he winked and handed you to the bottle, fingers brushing against one another before he whipped it back out of your grasp.

"Hold on." He said. "Let me just," one swift movement cracked the plastic of the top open, "there we go."

You snatched it away before feeling a twinge of embarrassment at your movements.

"Sorry." Your apology was sheepish as you sipped the ice cold water. He was right, you could feel a headache coming on, the first symptom of heat stroke. Maybe you'd spent too long in the sun afterall. You pushed your sunglasses into your hair, looking behind him at the sea.

"You swim?" You asked. He nodded.

"But not in uniform."

For some reason, it made you pout a little.

"That's a shame." The flirting was laying itself on thick without you so much as even trying. But you stood up as your friends watched on. "Maybe another time."

"Maybe another time." He agreed.

"Or maybe, you just take off your uniform and we swim now?"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling against the sun.

"Give me your number and I'll let you know when I can swim."

You held a hand out impatiently for his phone, but instead he gave you a piece of paper. You scoffed as you scribbled on it.

"Are we in the 1800's?"

Another laugh as he took the paper back. He looked past you and to the sea again, hearing the boys at the bar shout on him. He folded the piece neatly, each line perfectly straight and then tucked it into his pocket.

"I'll let you know."

Then he rose from the sand, dusted his trousers off. He was so tall, his hips swaying as he walked away. You quickly escaped from your friends gasps and excited chatter, their sad complaints following you to the waters edge. You wondered if you would even see him again, looking back as he climbed into a vehicle in the parking lot beyond the bar.

And he looked back just in time to see you plunge yourself into the cool water, emerging with your hair soaked and he thought about the way he would have your legs around his waist and he fucked you senseless.