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While it was possible to get fresh seafood in Vegas, it was expensive and difficult to find. Here? It was literally boat to table, and we didn’t want to miss out on that. And now, my girl was eating lobster, which only took a couple minutes of arguing to convince her to order it. I was breaking her down, slowly but surely. If I had my way, she wouldn’t even think twice about it, but eventually she’d get to know me well enough that I wouldn’t have brought her to a restaurant I couldn’t afford. Life was too short to Scrooge too much. Eventually you had to enjoy it.
When we were done eating, we took a walk along the road with the fresh, briney scent of the ocean in our noses.
“I haven’t been to the ocean in years,” she sighed, hugging my arm to her chest as we walked.
“Let’s get you that swimsuit, huh?” I motioned to a shop just up ahead. “Looks tourist-trap-y enough that they just might have a skimpy bikini in there.”
She smacked her palm against my side, but released my arm and hurried on ahead to the shop.
I just chuckled and followed, finding here browsing little trinkets.
“Mom would love this,” she said, fingering a seashell dreamcatcher.
“So, let’s get it,” I told her. “Maybe we can buy her support.”
She gave me a long look from the corner of her eye.
“She’s already got our back. But it certainly can’t hurt.”
Exactly my thoughts on the matter.
So, we grabbed that, a t-shirt in Freya’s size that said ‘This Is My Resting Beach Face’ that made her belly laugh, then she fussed over the few swimsuit options that they had. There were string bikinis on one rack, and neon colored one-pieces that covered all the good bits.
“You really like a bikini?” she asked, fingering the thin fabric triangle of the bikini top.
“I like whatever it is that you feel free and comfortable in,” I murmured, wrapping her in my arms with her back to my chest, then added, “I like looking at your tits, but I can do that in the privacy of our hotel where I can touch and suck ‘em, too.”
Her cheeks pinkened as she looked around, making sure nobody had heard me.
“You’re so naughty!” she hissed, though she had a grin on her face, too.
I just shrugged, holding her tighter to me.
Freya grabbed the neon one-piece and we headed toward the counter. Once we were in line, she looked behind at me and raised her eyebrow. “You swimming naked?”
Oh, yeah.
“Shit.”
I broke off from her and grabbed the first pair of shorts I could find that were mediums, then joined her back in line.
“There, fixed,” I told her, handing the hanger over.
She looked it over, then stuffed it into her arms with the other items while we waited.
“You think we can make it back and change in time to catch the sunset on the beach?”
“Maybe if we hurry,” I agreed. “Assuming this line starts moving.”
She huffed and shushed me, pulling my head down for a lingering kiss.
“You’ve got to stop saying stuff like that,” she whispered against my mouth.
“What’re they going to do?” I countered, flicking my tongue over her lips.
She made a little whimpering sound before turning around again, sticking her ass against my crotch. Wicked she-devil.
“I was counter terrorism and went on missions and fought the kind of nightmares that these people only hear about from conspiracy nutjobs on the internet. There’s nothing they can do that would threaten me.”
