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With school out of session and July in full swing, the boardwalk was alive with summer.

In a weird way, even having grown up in California, it felt more west coast that east coast in his opinion. The number of bodies wandering in shorts and tank-tops or even dressed down to their swimwear was so quintessentially standard that for a second he could almost picture it being more from a television show than real life. But for as many people were wandering the boardwalk, the beach proper was almost bare but for a few wandering families.

It was crowded up on the strip, but the water looked quiet. Almost private, if not for a few kids squealing as they splashed in the shallows.

He'd packed a duffle bag. Towels, sunblock, and a few bags of chips. Nothing but the basics when they had shops and food carts barely out of sight. But if he was honest, nothing seemed like much of a necessity when the apartment was a bus ride away and he had Dee to distract him.

With whatever black magic she somehow managed to use on him that left him with itchy palms and the impulse to smile like an idiot.

"In a few days when I'm peeling, I get to blame it on you." He said pointedly, raising an eyebrow and then giving Dee a wry grin.

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"Is that a promise?" He asked cheekily, raising an eyebrow. Challengingly he studied her, eyes trailing over her critically before rising back to her face. After a beat he began to grin. "Or a threat? Because I can promise you that you're not the only one who can play games."

"Either way, you'll enjoy it, I promise." She grins at him, flashing straight right teeth. "But I'm pretty sure I can take you, baby."

Part of him wanted to be irritated at how perfect that smile was, but he couldn't quite muster up the sentiment. "Yeah?" He asked, smirking before lifting his shoulders in a flippant shrug. "Actually, yeah. You can probably kick my ass. I'm kinda concerned over how much that doesn't bother me." Leaning in he pressed a kiss to her cheekbone, and pulled back just far enough to smirk against her skin. "But don't think that I wouldn't be willing to dish it right back."

Dee turned her head, pressing another kiss against the corner of his mouth. She rolls one shoulder in a shrug, one dark eyebrow lifting slightly.

"Guess we'd just have to see who came out on top."

"If you're suggesting we roll around grappling each other, I might be more than okay with that." Carson said, pushing his hair back off of his forehead. Giving her a sideways glance, he bit down a grin that was threatening.

"Or I could just be a gentleman and let you come on top?" He asked cooly, probably a little too self satisfied with the open-handed double entendre. Sometimes it was difficult to resist when the opportunity was right there in front of him, crass or not.

"I bet you've given that some serious thought," says Girl, smirking up at him. Suddenly, she's really sorry that they're on a public beach. Her eyes dart down his body and back up again. "I might have. Maybe."

At her assessing look his ears felt hot, and he was fairly sure it wasn't just because of the sun beating down on them. Clearing his throat, Carson tried to shrug in a way that was dismissive, but the truth was he had given it serious thought. The added fact by her own admission she had been thinking about it too just made it feel more like a certainty. When he wasn't sure, but every day that passed the whole thing between them, the relationship, felt less uncertain and more solid.

It was as frightening as it was reassuring.

"Yeah?" He asked, sparing her bare skin a glance but then considering the rich gleam of her eyes instead. "In these thoughts you might have had, is it-- well, good?"

"Oh, yeah," says Girl, biting her lip over a smirk as she studies him. She wishes that they had some privacy so that she could put her hands on him while they talk, but she settles for brushing her fingers along his thigh. "I'm pretty sure we'll figure out how to make it really good for both of us, baby."

Of all the possible places to risk an erection, the beach was about as close to the bottom of his list as possible. Maybe not as low as say a doctor's office or a dog food factory, but still far enough down that he had to squirm and dampen any stirring feelings before it could get weird. He was half tempted to suggest they call off the entire beach charade to go have this conversation in detail, in private, but well... That would be a long awkward bus ride.

"I like to think so," he agreed, darting a look around to see if anyone was paying them any mind. With the coast clear he settled his palm on her back, first between the knobs of her shoulder blades, and then slid it down to tuck his fingers under the back band of her bikini top. "I mean. Yeah, I have some hopes and ideas that are pretty self centered, but... I like the idea of making it really good for you. And if you ever repeat this I will deny it, but also... special. I think we deserve special, right?"

She likes the way his hand feels on her, the weight of it, the way her back springs into sweat under the press of his palm. She lets her head drop a little, just enjoying being touched for a moment. It won't be her first time - she's pretty sure that Carson knows that. She doesn't think it matters.

"Yeah," she says, softly, surprised by how raw her voice suddenly is. "Yes, we deserve special."

Carson considered the rougher edge to her voice for a second, wondered if maybe he had said the wrong thing, but he didn't think so. He meant what he said. He wanted to go all the way, probably a lot more than he'd ever really thought he would. But with Dee things felt different, and when they got there, he didn't want it to only be because their hormones got the best of them. Maybe it wasn't love, and maybe the idea of love scared the shit out of him, but it should be more than just a quick frenzy of limbs and hormones.

"At the risk of sounding sappy," he added, petting the warm slick skin of her back. "The fact it'll be with you stands to promise it will be."

She blushes just a little at that, looking back over her shoulder to smile at him. His hand feels so good against her back it's difficult to keep a clear thought in her head while he's touching her.

"That did sound sappy," she says. It doesn't sound like she minds.

"Sorry," he apologized wryly. His tone alone, while maybe a touch embarrassed, clearly suggested he wasn't actually the slightest bit sorry. Leaning over he pressed his lips to the warmth of her shoulder, a smile curling against her skin.

"I'll try to keep the sappy grossness to a bare minimum," he teased. "Last thing we need is to be one of those couples."

"What if I like it?" She asks, glancing back over her shoulder at him, her eyebrows raised. She gives him a crooked smile. "Nobody ever wanted to say things like that to me before."

"To be honest, I never figured there would be anyone I'd want to say things like that to." He admitted, tilting his head and giving a slight shrug. Most days followed the same pattern that his entire life had laid out, where nearly every other human being he encountered was some kind of annoyance. But as hesitant as he still felt at times, it was easier to just relax and enjoy Dee's company rather than try to pick at her potential flaws.

Though he was still trying to figure out how to diplomatically broach the topic of school and education with her.

"But if you do like it, I guess I can make that work." He grinned, trailing his hand up from her back to cup the back of her neck before he stole another kiss.

A little shiver goes down Dee's spine and she bites her lip once he's done kissing her. She pushes up off the ground and offers Carson both of his hands. "C'mon. I want to go in the ocean. I never got the chance before." She tilts her head. "Can you swim?"

Between the kissing and sex talk, a dip in the ocean to cool down seemed like an excellent idea. Carson even suspected that it may have been her throwing him a bone as much as actually wanting to go for a swim and if that was the case, he was pretty sure she might actually be perfect.

"I can swim," he assured her, grabbing her outstretched hand and pulling himself up. Giving her palm a squeeze, he squinted out at the lazy lapping waves and began to tug his t-shirt up and off. "Clover might have been in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, but at least we had a public pool. As much as I hated knowing I was probably swimming around in other people's urine as a kid." Pausing, he dropping his short on the blanket and glanced at her. "Wait, can you?"

"I hadn't even ever taken a bath before I arrived here," says Girl, eyebrows raised as she watches him strip off. She grins, holding out her hand again once he's ready. "Water's pretty scarce, in the Zones. You're just going to have to make sure that I don't drown, okay?"

"We'll stick to the shallows." He promised her, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the water. "You can just... I don't know, splash around and look alluring or something. Meanwhile I'll just look like a wet, harassed sun-burning rat. It'll be great."

"Oh, shut up," says Girl, rolling her eyes at him. "You're really fucking cute. Even if nobody took the time to tell you that before."

"I wasn't fishing for that, but I'll take it." Carson said in amusement. Even after a good month of dating it still threw him off guard when she did that, jumped to defend him even if most of the time it was from himself.

Tugging at her hand, they walked the last sand squishy steps to the water. He may have only ever been to the beach back in California once, but there was still a difference that he couldn't quite put his finger one. Maybe it was the color of the water, or just knowing that it was what he guessed was the Atlantic compared to the Pacific. But it wasn't cold but not warm either, and he pulled her along as he started wading out into the water.

The water feels amazing, lapping over her bare skin, but Girl keeps a tight hold on his hand. She isn't scared, just a little bit nervous. She trust's Carson not to let anything happen to her. She stays close to him, though. A wave rocks her onto her toes and she makes a soft, surprised sound.

"Ah!"

He couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't mean spirited or mocking, just a reflex when her hand squeezed at his and the small gasp she made. It made sense if anything, she was shorter and lighter than him, so the waves pushing at her stood to get her more off balance than they did with him. At least until they got a little further out.

"Okay?" He asked, grinning as he kept tugging her further into the water.

"Just keep hold of me, okay?" says Girl, laughing when a wave hits her. She presses closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, holding on tight. "I've never seen this much water in my life. There isn't this much water in the world where I'm from."

"Do you seriously think I'm going to let you get washed out to sea?" Carson snickered, dropping her hand to grab her by the shoulders. They were only thigh deep, but the waves came in with surprising strength, and he assumed it was only the advantage of his additional height that helped him keep his balance as the water sloshed around their legs.

"Can you float?" He asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly.