and I'll cross oceans like never before (open)

[Eddison Mavis James]

There were so many things that lured Eddison Ackers into the ocean. The smell of the salt water, the calming sound of crashing waves against the shore, the freedom her watery get away offered her and more importantly, the sheer exhilaration that came with never knowing exactly what you were going to get once you got there. All Eddie had ever known was surfing, she'd been doing it for as long as she could remember, in fact she was sure she could remember surfing before she remembered walking. It was her dad's thing, he almost made it pro until his father died and he felt obliged to step in and take over the family business. Now it was Eddie's dream and nothing was going to stop her. Well... as far as she was concerned anyway.

Today was in all honesty, one of the more disappointing days. The thing with surfing was that some days you can be over come with waves, others you can sit and wait for hours for one to come along. Today was edging towards the latter. Not that she minded to much, sitting out on her board, looking out into the water and waiting was a lot better than being at home and doing her homework or something. As long as her feet were wet, normally she was okay. Eddie wasn't too sure quite how long she'd been out there but it felt like hours. Now exhausted and slightly battered, she stumbled back to shore with her board under arm and back over to her stuff throwing her towel out, she dropped her board, unstrapping it from her ankle before promptly falling onto the bright pink ball of fuzz, letting the sun burn the water off her with haste.

[Sebastian James]

~He is the darkness to your light~

His eyes were narrowed against the late afternoon sun, squinting against the reddening glare. Despite the day's fading, the midday heat had hardly dissipated, and his brow was damp with a light sweat. He was not dressed to suit his surroundings, and while his jeans were ripped and torn, while he'd opened his thick, flannel shirt and pushed the sleeves up about his elbows, rolling the cuffs to keep them from falling, the fresh sea breeze was kept from cooling much of his lightly toned body. His heavy boots left large footprints in their wake, sand clinging to their battered and beaten surface, and should the beach have been a popular one, should it have been inhabited by a number of surfers and sun-bathers, he would have looked an oddity, a rough mo-town lumberjack lost on an expanse of Californian coast.

Yet the dunes were all but deserted, a few milling bodies trying to catch the last of the dying surf, and he was far from lost. Rather than wandering aimlessly, like so many finding themselves relaxing by the sea, he walked with a purpose, a definate aim to his long strides, and the set of his jaw and seriousness in his eyes seemed to suggest nothing would stand in his way. He had a target in mind, and he would reach that target, come hell, high water, sun burn or crab bite. His destination was far from unknown; it was a single body, stretched out on a pink fuzzy towel, bronzing in the last rays before the tide came in.

That body, as far as he could tell, was one Eddie Ackers. Before he'd arrived at the beach, he'd had no knowledge of her whereabouts, and was reliant entirely upon profound guess work. He'd known she'd liked surfing, and he'd known what beach it was she preferred surfing at. That, in his mind, was enough to figure her whereabouts on a sunny day, and so he'd headed straight there, figuring he'd look for her as soon as he arrived. The first five minutes of his search had heralded no luck, but as he'd progressed down the shore, he'd seen a likely figure dropping itself to the ground, fitting her height, weight, and general apperance. As he'd gotten closer, he knew, without a doubt, that it was the girl he was looking for; and the best part? She'd not seemed to notice him.

As he closed in on her, each step taking him closer to the prone girl, he tried to quieten his footfalls, began acting like any other wanderer, strolling rather than striding and looking out to sea at odd moments, turning his face away from the direction she lay; if she were to turn, he wanted her to keep guessing as to his identity, wanted his appearance to be a surprise revealed on his terms, rather than hers.

It was due to this slower movement, the more carefree attitude, that he took slightly longer to reach her. But it had been worth it. He came to a stop by her towel without 'incident', and looking down at her, admiring her cruves in a bikini, let a grin spread across his lips. He didn't announce himself with a hello, a hi, or a how are you doing. He didn't tell her he'd missed her, and he didn't clear his throat expectantly. “Y'know...I still vote the bikini should be the only clothing found in your closet.”

[/color] It was not a 'normal' introduction. Rather, it was classically Sebastian James.[/center][/size]

[Eddison Mavis James]

Never one to really notice the world around her, today was no exception for Eddison. It wasn't worth noticing every footstep around her, it was a public beach and so people were sort of expected. As she soaked up the sun, her body just laid still, listening to the gentle sloshing of the water and the distant sound of people laughing. It was heavenly to know you could just lay there. She had nothing she had to do, no commitments. She didn't even think there was a party going on tonight. Who was she kidding?! There was always some party, she just hadn't been invited. She didn't know how she'd managed it but she'd gone from head bitch in charge to social outcast in a week. Eh, yet another lie. She knew exactly how it happened... It had a lot to do with disappearing for three days with a guy she had never met before and taking her best friend to the floor.

Eddie hadn't been surprised when Sebastian disappeared. He was twenty eight and Eddie pretty much suspected he was a hunter and she was an eighteen year old school girl. She would never have admitted it, but she'd been almost waiting for him to up and leave. It still hurt her. Honestly, she believed him when he said he liked her. She felt so stupid, but really, it was right now she should have felt stupid. With no pre-warning, that gruff, deep voice over powered the sound of the waves and a smile took over Eddies face.

Looking up, a delicate hand protected Eddie's eyes from the rays she'd been carefully blocking out until now. The smile wasn't going away, and for the first time, it took Eddie a moment to find her words. She looked down at herself and back again and let out a laugh. "Yeah? Well at least then I'd be appropriately dressed for the beach... What have you come as?" Most girls in Eddie's position would have jumped instantly to their feet and thrown their arms around him, pulled him into a kiss that looked like something from the end of a hollywood movie, but not Eddie. Eddie just laid on her bright pink towel, grinning up at him, her most strenuous movement being the way she rubbed her toes together to try and shift the sand that was clogged between them.

[Sebastian James]

~He is the darkness to your light~

A broad grin spread across Sebastian's face as Eddison Ackers looked up to him, using her tanned, delicate hand to sheild her eyes from the sun. His gaze met hers, flicking over the face he'd come to remember so well, and after such a short time; pretty, with petite features, making her look amost fragile despite her showing herself to be quite resiliant. For a moment, neither of them made any move, nor any sound. Rather, they just looked at each other and smiled, and there was something in that action alone that was more endearing than any words, hugs or kisses could have conveyed. It seemed as though both were too shocked, too surprised at the moment to form any semblence to normal action. Sebastian was merely amazed that he had been away from a woman of no relation for near four days, and had then actually gone out of his way to return to her, where Eddie was most likely just surprised he'd come back; the eldest James knew that he didn't have the cleanest reputation, and he would certainly never believe himself to look to be a viable 'half' in a 'stable relationship.' Most girls out of sight for any longer than a day was out of mind, quite literally, and most were lucky if they knew Sebastian for longer than 48 hours.

But Eddie had known him for 72, and he'd left and spent most of his time thinking about her, or rather, trying not to think about her, telling himself he was stupid to be doing so. He'd been gone four days, no contact with her at all. He hadn't called her, text her, emailed her...nothing. Yet the second he'd started his car motor, looking to travel home, he'd ended up gunning for the Californian coast, straight back to the place he'd left her. It confused him. It irked him. But it also touched something in him. Their age gap, social circles, interests; they were so different, and it should have driven them apart. After those first few days, they should, probably by normal standards, never have want to seen each other again. Yet there they were, reunited, both smiling, happy that the other was there, happy to be in each others presence after only the shortest of times.

It was Eddie that would break the silence, laughing a little, a sound Sebastian found sweet whether it was meant to be or not, and then countered his flirtatious mark with a mocking one, attacking his rather large ego directly. Smirking, Sebastian just shook his head, giving her another look over, his eyes constantly drawn to her exposed stomach and thighs, and he noted that she was making no grand movement. Playing it cool, not acting like the romantic sap as most girls would, was perhaps one of the things he liked most about her. She was down to earth. She was smart. She had a great body. And she made him actually work for his compliments.

Letting out a sigh, he dropped down next to her. “No one's sat here, are they?” He grinned, an indication that even had someone been sat there, they weren't anymore, namely because he would take their space whether they liked it or not. As soon as his weight was off his legs, he leant back a little, resting on his arms, stretching the rest of his body out flat, so he was lying in a similar style to the girl next to him, but propped up.
“And you're meant to be fashionable right? You don't recognize hobo-chic when you see it?” With that, he gestured to his out fit, and then winked at her. “The girls at the store said it suited my southern hick look.”

[Eddison Mavis James]

It wasn't that Eddie was opposed to giving Sebastian compliments, she just liked the way he felt the need to work for them. He was like a puppy nudging your hand for attention sometimes but just laid beside you, happy to have you there at others. It was the variation of actions that kept a puppy interesting, if it played all day it'd be annoying and if it slept all day it was boring.... Sebastian was like a puppy, and the way he kept her in suspense was one of the reasons Eddie was happy to show him affection, because he didn't waste it, she saw that it meant something to him when she did compliment him. He took her sarcastic and bitchy nature and embraced it. She openly ripped him and where most guys would get offended, or simply pissed off, but he just took it in his stride. Really he had such a big ego when he met her, it needed to be taken down a few notches.

Her eyes followed him as he moved beside her, smirking at the way he just claimed the place yet still bothered to ask if anyone was sat there. She shook her head slightly, like the fact the space was in fact free made any sort of difference. In the days he'd been away, she'd started to wonder if she even remembered how he looked correctly, she wondered if the voice she held in her head was slightly distorted, but now, as she looked at his face and listened to his voice, she sort of amazed herself. He was exactly how she remembered, and she'd never had the greatest memory. It made the memories of the week before a lot more special when she realized quite how well she did remember them.

As he went on about her being fashionable and his ensemble being 'hobo-chic' her eyebrow quirked at him slightly, looking at him like he was talking Spanish. "Sweety, I think the girl in the store just wanted an excuse to take the clothes off you, s'bout the only reason anyone would tell you that looked good." She looked almost like she felt sorry for him, shrugging her shoulders, before finally pushing her body up from her lounging position. She pushed herself up, holding herself on one hand, while the other reached out to gently tease the material of his shirt, looking down to his jeans and then his boots. She shook her head again. "God, I missed you."

[Sebastian James]

~He is the darkness to your light~

Sebastian smiled widely at Eddie as she shook her head in answer to his first question, although they both probably knew that it needed no answer. The movement caused her long, blonde hair to sway somewhat, dislodging strands from where they rested, causing locks to cascade about her shoulders and face. They caught the sun as they did so, appeared almost golden, and he wondered if he'd ever seen something or someone quite so beautiful, the shine complimenting the bronze of her skin. That it turn worked with the white hue of her bikini, and all in all, there was just one word he could think of to describe her; perfect.

However, the thought was interupted as she continued to talk, telling him that his outfit was far from fashionable, and that anyone who had sold it to him under those pretenses had been lying, just wanting to get him out of his clothes. A smirk crossed his face, and he shrugged a little, making no move to answer her immediately. Rather, he seemed to look out past her, almost as though he was looking at the distant horizon, the spot where the sea and the sky met like lovers, gentle waves causing what should have been a flat line to look unsteady and ever changing.

He wasn't. The action was a ruse, and while he seemed to be focusing on some far away nothingness, he was actually using his peripheral vision to look Eddie over from head to foot, visiually drinking in the sight of her, making up for the fact he hadn't seen her for four days. He'd never admit to being so desperate to stare, hence the act, but inside, deep down, some emotion he couldn't quite place; it wanted his eyes to never leave her. It wasn't even like he'd not 'seen' her. Little did she know that before he'd gone, he'd taken a picture of her sleeping, a quick snap with a cell phone. He'd looked at it everyday without fail, even if just for a few heartbeats. However, his looking would have to remain a secret. It was sentimental, and he didn't do sentimental.

“Y'know you might be onto something there. Can't think of a girl that doesn't want to see me without clothes.” He grinned at her directly, eyes finally coming to rest on her face, slightly closer to his after she'd propped herself up. He dropped his gaze down to her hand soon after, watching her as she took hold of his shirt, toying with the fabric. He was still looking down when she spoke words that made his heart soar, when she told him she missed him.

He looked back up at her with a genuine smile, lips parted and teeth showing. Without giving her a direct response, he sad forward, reaching one hand around the back of her head, working his fingers into her hair, and used his gentle grip to pull her into a soft kiss. It lasted only a few moments, but it was long enough for him to mentally confirm he'd done the right thing in coming back for her. The whole stable lover thing may not have been his style, but for her, for the girl on the other end of that kiss, he was going to have to try and work on that. On pulling away, a thumb found her cheek, and he brushed over her skin gently, tracing a half moon shape. “I missed you too. Probably too much for the short few days I was away.” Sighing lightly, he ran a hand over his short hair, looking down a bit sheepishly. “But...erm...don't tell anyone I said that. It's a secret.” Not that it really was. Anyone who watched him around her...they would have been able to work it out.

[Eddison Mavis James]

He was a cocky thing, it was part of why she liked him so much, but it just made her smile how she could mean something as an insult and yet he found the compliment in it. Though, that being said, Eddie found the statement fair. She couldn't imagine a girl not wanting to take his clothes off, especially after she'd taken his clothes off and seen what he could do with a girl in her naked state. Honestly, she'd heard all these horror stories about your first time, it was part of the reason she waited so long to have sex, but he made it relaxed and fun and honestly, beautiful, whether that was the intention or not. Sure, the whole thing was better once she was used to it and it didn't hurt anymore, but hell that first time was so good. For a girl like Eddie to even care he returned, it was a sign of adoration. She didn't just care. She was so happy about it. Happier than she'd been about anything in a long time in fact.

She'd told him that she'd missed him, half expecting him to laugh at her or something. It was an expectation that had no reasoning behind it, especially since, after leaving for days, he came back to find her. The smile he gave her forced her face to match the action, her body moving gently with the push he gave on the back of her head to move her lips closer to his. She hadn't forgotten what that was like either, yet it seemed so amazing to have his lips upon hers once more. It was a position she was so comfortable in, her lips against his feeling so perfect.

She wasn't sure she'd ever been so glad of anything as she was the fact he came back. At that moment, it was perfect, everything was perfect. Well besides what he was wearing, he still stuck out like a sore, loserish thumb. She'd have to work with him, that was all. He'd be fine. She simply smiled at him as he looked upon her face, stroking it with his thumb, before announcing he missed her too. She wasn't sure she was really hearing what she was. He couldn't be saying that could he?! Not really? Her cheeks blushed gently, watching him as he awkwardly ran a hand over his head and told her not to tell anyone. She giggled, she had to giggle, it couldn't be contained anymore. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Quickly, Eddie's body moved off the towel and shifted itself carefully onto his lap, her legs straddling either side of him and her body up right for a moment. She leaned down to kiss him again, this time holding onto his lips for more than the brief moment's he'd taken hers. Her hand's rested against his chest and she knew she wasn't nearly heavy enough to send him tumbling over. As she pulled away, her lips stayed rested against his, his delicate breath against her skin giving her goosebumps that she could easily blame on the fact she'd not long left the ocean. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this shirt sucks before you take it off!"

[Sebastian James]

~He is the darkness to your light~

When Eddie blushed, Sebastian had to do everything in his power to stop himself blushing with her. There was something about her skin when it reddened, the smile that crossed her lips as she did so, that he found remarkably contagious. If he wasn't careful, looking at her while she was lit up would cause his slightly paler complexion to take on exactly the same hue, and he doubted that, after only fifteen minutes or so in the evening sun, he could blame it on sunburn. Instead, he just placed a hand on her hip, giving her nose a slightly nuzzle so she couldn't get a good look at him. He figured the closer he was to her, the less she'd notice, and the longer he'd have to get himself under control. He let out low chuckle as she promised to keep her lips sealed, and his brain instantly started working on some witty retort, something about how kissing would seal her lips effectively...

But he never got chance to gather his quip. The few ideas he had were pushed from his mind as he felt Eddie shift, moving from her position next to him to sit atop him, taking a position in his lap, straddling his mid-drif. Her weight was surprisingly familiar, and while he had known her but a short time, it would appear that the time they spent in each others arms had made her recognizable. It caused his heart to beat a little faster, not that he'd admit to it openly, and as she made herself comfortable, shifting around a little, he could do nothing but stare up at her, her head and hair haloed by the sun light that she blocked.

As she leant forward, pressing her arms to his chest, her lips to his again, he locked his arms in position, keeping the pair propped up so that they didn't tumble or roll in their embrace. She was not heavy, and even with her leaning on him, he felt almost no extra pressure. Keeping them upright was no issue, and it left him free to enjoy her kiss, concentrating entirely on the taste of her mouth as her lips moved against his. It sent shockwaves through him, every part of him on edge, and he closed his eyes and let his mind take over, remembering the last time he'd seen her more than a little vividly, merging that time together with the now, forgetting the interim he was gone, this kiss making it feel as though he'd never left.

When she pulled away, Eddie did not truly tug herself from him. Rather, she remained leaning, her mouth resting against his, her warm, sweet breath washing over his face. He tenatively lifted one of his arm supports, testing his balance, shifting his body to compensate. As he expected, he was able to hold himself, and the extra weight, with great ease. He proceeded to lock it around her, palm open, stroking her bare lower back. As she spoke again, he let out another chuckle, smirking his signature lopsided smirk. Tilting his head a little, he closed the distance between them once more, pecking her lower lip gently, but pulled away to answer her. “I think this shirt is the only thing between us that's stopping us being arrested for indecent public displays of affection.”

He winked, ever cocky. She was, afterall, the one who suggested every woman had wanted to see him shirtless. There must have been a reason behind it. “But, hows this as a compromise- I'll keep the sucky shirt off if you're the one to take it off.” Another smirk, followed by a quick shrug of the shoulders. “Your choice baby. You want me topless, you gotta make me topless.”

[Eddison Mavis James]

It felt ridiculously good having Sebastian beneath her. Honestly, everything about him was good. Maybe it was infatuation. Maybe it was something more. She didn't know. She wasn't even going to speculate. She was just so happy he came back. She was starting to wonder if she had to let Mason have his own personal verse of 'I told you so'. She really never could accept that he just used her for sex. It felt so good. Too good. Not just sleeping with him but the way he held her, the way he had her back, the way he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. That couldn't all be just to appease his dick.

She could have happily left her lips against his until she ran out of air, but at the same time, Eddie was kind of worried how he'd perceive such an action. She didn't want to be the clingy, needy, not girlfriend. She simply adored the way his hand moved to stroke her back, she liked the fact that with his hand open it spanned the entirety of her back, and she got a kick out of the way his palm gathered sand, the gentle grains feeling almost like an exfoliation treatment.

The way he smirked at her once she was finished talking was probably the best thing in the world. The way his lips seemed to tip off to one side and you couldn't ever read quite what it meant, it was cocky, suggestive and sweet all at the same time. Regardless, it made Eddie smile, something she'd been doing a lot of lately, possibly too much but that was open to interpretation. Arrested? Did he realise that this was a beach and that the majority of people that occupied it on a day to day basis were wearing nothing but water proof underwear? For that reason alone her brow quirked at him for a moment, only to relax once she heard his next comment. Oh he was smart... and she liked it.

She nodded her head slightly. "Well if that's what I gotta do... Just know this is all for your own good... Well and my reputation after being seen with you." And with that, she slowly began to strip the shirt off him. A smirk crossed her lips as she remembered the previous times she'd carried out this action and the sheer bliss that had followed. She really had missed him. So much it was ridiculous. And he missed her too right? It wasn't just something he'd said to make her feel better?! Her eyes moved over him rapidly, taking in every inch, every tattoo and every muscle. "Just as I suspected... You still look hot beneath the shirt." She looked back up at him with a grin as she got the shirt down to his wrists and finally got stuck.

[Sebastian James]

~He is the darkness to your light~

Sebastian kept smirking to himself as he felt Eddie move about atop him, the closeness of their bodies certainly something he approved of. He felt every shift, every shuffle, and he was reminded of one of the many reasons he'd come back to her. Before he'd met Eddie, Sebastian had been obsessed with serial one night stands. Sex was the object of every conquest, and once the sex was had, no matter how good or bad it was, he'd be gone next morning without a second thought. His relationship with the surfer had started out in much the same way; she'd been attractive, and he'd wanted to spend the night with her. He had succeeded in his want, and it had been...well...simply mind blowing. There was something about her, and the way she moved, the way she looked, that made him want to return to her again and again. She wasn't boring or predictable.

But there was more to her than that, and far more to his feelings. That fact she'd not kicked him out the following morning, the fact she'd snuck around to try and brush her teeth so he didn't smell her morning breath...the fact she'd tried to make him breakfast even though she'd never really cooked before. They were things that matter as much as physically loving her, if not more so. It was, perhaps, the reason his coming back had scared him a little. He'd never spent four days with a girl after the act, and he'd sure as hell never left and returned. It wasn't in his nature. But the way she treated him, off hand but sweetly, teasing but adoring...there was something in it that warmed his usually detached self and made him feel like he belonged near her. The thoughts were his, though, and he didn't intend to speak them any time soon. He didn't want to terrify her, or hell, even himself.

He let out a low chuckle when she said removing his shirt would be something that was for his own good, that would save her reputation, and just shrugged, leaning forward a little to plant a kiss on her lower lip as she ran her hands over his chest, pushing the fabric away. As he felt the garment slipping away, he leant back again, so that she could have a look over his body as the plaid fell away. He watched her eyes flitter back and forth, taking in his muscles and tattoos, and he wondered if her heart was jumping around in her chest like his was. His being undressed was generally a precursor to his earlier thoughts, and he had only good memories of it.

As the fabric reached his wrists it got stuck, and she mentioned that he looked just as hot under his shirt as she'd expected. He shrugged a little, smirk becoming a grin. “You think I'd have lost it in the few days I was away?” Lifting one of the arms he rested on, he let the shit slide off over one hand, then did the same in the other side, so it lay in the middle of his back, completely removed. He knowingly flexed a few muscles in doing so, making sure the poses he held stretched parts of his body that would be most pleasing to Eddie's eyes, and he held each position for a few seconds, long enough to make such flexes noticeable. “So now I guess I need to lose my jeans and boots right?”