The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"I really do, Blake." She hugged him for her own comfort. Happy tears welled in her eyes, and she laughed, she always managed to cry.


Of course she loved him. He was kind, he cared, and she wanted to get to know him even better than she could in the month they had together. She didn't want him to worry, or think about the future, but she couldn't stop time. So of course, of all the people in the world, she would choose to love Blake.
 
They laid there in silence for a few more minutes and Blake rolled over on his back to stare up at the sky. "A lot of people have skinny dipping on their bucket list," he said randomly, turning his head to smile at his girlfriend. "Let's go skinny dipping." It was a spontaneous idea, and a very bad one at that. The water was bound to be cold, but it would be fun and there was no one at the beach except for the two of them.
 
"Skinny dipping?" Isabelle gasped and hid her face under the duvet. She turned red and shook her head violently, suddenly embarrassed at the thought of being naked anywhere except for under the covers.


She curled up under the duvet and rolled away from Blake. Still shaking her head, long tangles of hair could been seen moving above the white duvet, her embarrassment was back.
 
"Let's pretend like I was joking," he said, rolling the same way as she did. He stroked her back with his finger tips, gently tracing the line of her spine. This was the most nervous Blake had seen Isabelle in a while and so he was back to making sure she wasn't uncomfortable. "We can go swimming though. Like normal swimming."
 
"Just keep doing that." She mumbled beneath the covers. Isabelle pulled them past her nose and turned her head over her shoulder. "That feels nice."


Blake's fingers on her back was soothing, her back arched at the touch but didn't want him to stop. Later, they could go swimming if they wanted. It was still only Saturday.


"We've still got tomorrow." She sighed.
 
"We should explore tomorrow," he said, continuing his finger tracing. "So far we've been lazy, we should walk around and climb some rocks or something." Now he pulsed his fingers everytime they reached the top, middle, and base of her back, still dragging in between those places. "It's such a big beach and it's only us two, it would be a shame to let it all go to waste."
 
"That sounds like a plan." Isabelle stretched her arm into the air and rolled back to face Blake, doing her best not to crush his fingers. Her embarrassment still marked her face, but she knew full well she didn't have to hide it from him. "Climb some rocks, wherever it is, I'll beat you to the top."


She grinned, excited at the new challenge.
 
Blake nodded, pretending like he really thought she would. "I don't doubt for a second that you could get to the top before me," he said with a chuckle, his nearly crushed hand moving out of the way. He lifted it to her face and brushed it against her cheek and back into her hair. With that hand he pulled their faces closer together into a kiss.
 
"I feel like you-" Isabelle started to say, but was pulled in for another round of kisses. "-you're being sarcastic."


It was some time before they bothered to get out of the truck bed, simply enjoying being in one another's presence. Isabelle did eventually decide to get up and go swimming, as Blake suggested. There was always ever so much time, and so much to do. She didn't have that, but she craved more. More, more, and everything after.
 
"Oh, of course not! I say it with all the sincerity in the world."


Now they were standing a foot from the water, bathing suits on. Just like the first time they swam, Blake was hesitant to step in. He knew it was cold and he knew that he was just wasting time, but he still stood stick stiff, frowning at the water. "Pools are better," he said, adding a hint of bitterness to his tone.
 
Isabelle dunked herself under the water as she had the day before, and shot back up without a care in the world. She was freezing, beyond so, but she'd never have another opportunity to dig her toes in the sand, or listen to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. It was such a spectacular moment, she'd goof off and do whatever she wanted until it was time to leave.


"Come on, it's just water." She joked, sending a wave of water towards Blake with her hand.
 
"It's just hypothermia," he said sarcastically, taking a few quick steps into the cold water. It sloshed around him and up to his thigh and he wrapped his arms around himself as though it would help. "Oh, I'm gonna regret this," he mumbled before dunking himself under the water as well. He stayed under for a few seconds, adjusting very slowly to the temperature.
 
Although the sun was out, burning Isabelle's eyes, she had left her glasses in the car and didn't feel the need to track sand on the seats for them. She cupped a hand over her eyes and spied Blake. Grinning, she shouted at him. "What's a little hypothermia?"


Isabelle waded over to where he was dunked under the water and waited above the surface, ready to splash him if need be.
 
"Dangerous," he yelled back, dunking himself under once again but this time swimming towards Isabelle. He stood up in front of her and took a one more step so they were close together. The water slowed his movements.


"But, I mean, who cares if we get hypothermia, right? I mean we'll die eventually."
 
"Yeah." Isabelle stuttered some. She knew he didn't say anything offensive on purpose. Still, it made her a little sad, thinking her time would be years, decades before his. Her face fell, she bit her lip, but she was soon back to a half forced smile.
 
"Hey, now," he said, snaking his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer, leaned his forehead on her's, "Let's not take it that way." He smiled down at her and then their lips touched. It was a gentle kiss meant to make her forget about his previous words.
 
"Sorry." She murmured, her eyes looked down at his chest, wet and glistening from the sun, even behind her shadow. It was hard for her not to think about it. So close, only two weeks left, it wasn't something she should have taken lightly. This was serious, after all.


Later, though. She'd worry about it when she needed to.
 
"No need to apologise," he murmured, pushing her hair from her face. His fingers instantly tangled in her wet hair and he couldn't push them all the way through. He pulled them back out and moved his hand to her neck, cupping it. "No need to think about it."
 
"I know." She said weakly, rubbing at her eyes before she was too emotional to say anything else. After a breath in, she felt a touch better, and said more clearly. "I know, I don't need to think about it right now."


Isabelle pushed her hair aside after Blake had tried. She stared up into his dark eyes and smiled a bit, much happier than her forced one. He was good at this, making her feel better.
 
"Good girl," he said in reply, tilting her head back to kiss her. It seemed like a reward for not thinking about death, and if it was, thought Blake, what a strange thing to be rewarded for. He lifted his lips from Isabelle's to let out a slight chuckle at the thought. His laughter only lasted a second before he placed his parted lips on her's again.
 
Isabelle was about to say something when her question was muffled by his lips. She closed her eyes and let her senses take control, doing what she knew and nothing else.


At the small laugh, she grinned and wanted to ask, "What's so funny?" But again, those lips of his cut her off.
 
Of the phrase, Blake had heard everything except for the last syllable but he guessed what she had been trying to say. He pulled back a tiny bit like he had when he laughed and replied with a single word, "Words." He started to kiss her again.
 
Isabelle tried to roll her eyes, make a witty response, but he was on her. Again, and again, lips she always craved to have against her own. Her sweet taste mingled with his, she lifted her arms around his shoulders and crossed them behind his head in a protective stance. She never wanted to let go, she always told herself that.


"We should." A kiss. "Have a bonfire." Another. Always interrupted, but never bothered. She imagined the hot flames that wanted to lick the sky with their red tongues, spitting out of the fire. It had been a long time since she'd sat in front of one. Somewhere along the way, she'd heard driftwood made the color of the fire change, but, she couldn't be sure.
 
Blake kissed her for a second longer before murmuring, "There are rules," a kiss, "And we'd need a bonfire permit," another kiss, "But I'd gladly get arrested for you, so let's have a bonfire." The old Blake would have scoffed at the idea of getting arrested just for some girl, but now his heart tended to speak more than his brain.
 
Isabelle kissed him one more time before pulling him under the water with her. Although the salt tasted bad, she laughed beneath the waves, sending small air bubbles to the surface. She broke through the water and shook her hair around once like a dog might, waiting for him to come back up.


She loved him, loved being near him. Isabelle was so glad she could be herself around Blake. No worries, no cares, just a good time.
 
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