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The Beach, Saturday Afternoon

When was the best time for someone from England and a redhead to go out to the beach? In the middle of a heatwave? No?

Well, guess what they were going to do anyway. That's right.

Guy dropped a pair of towels and a cooler on the sand, kicking off sandals. And then instantly regretting it as the sand was much, much hotter than he'd expected it to be. "See, much more fun than hanging out in the AC."

NO IT WASN'T, GUY.

[[For that chick, but the beach is open like... a beach]]

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Sarah was giving him a dubious look. A very, very dubious look.

Oh yeah, and that look was coming from underneath a hat that made her feel like her mum, but it was necessary.

"I'm not convinced."

Duh.

"That's because you're not in the water." Yeah, that would work.

"Uh huh." Dropping her bag on the sand at her feet, she gave the water a look like she expected to find it boiling or something. "We'll see."

Not yet. Give it time, though.

Guy rolled his eyes at her, tugging his shirt off to ~~make his skin the color of his hair~~ enjoy the sun. "I brought beers if you're that put out."

Ooh, magic words.

Well, at least they had Sarah holding her hand out to him. "Beer might alleviate my misery, yeah."

"Cooler," he replied dryly. "Where they'll stay cool."

For maybe an hour.

"Could've been a gentleman," she snorted, even as she bent down to open the cooler, one hand holding the stupid hat to her head when it threatened to fall off. "As if they'll stay cool here long. Nothing does."

"Oh, I'll act like one when you act like a lady." A beat. "The hat kinda helps you look like one."

An old lady.

Sarah scowled at him, and didn't get him a beer before closing the cooler again.

"I just don't want any fucking freckles on my nose, alright?"

"Aw, c'mon! It'd be cute!"

"No," Sarah grumbled, flopping down on one of the towels with her beer in hand. "Freckles are for five-year-olds."

No comment on her maturity level.

"You say to the guy with red hair," he replied, crouching down to join her for the moment. "The sun won't kill ya, no matter how British you are."

"Tell that to everyone who ever died of heat stroke." She was pretty sure there were people like that. "And I don't mean the villain."

"Get in the water then," Guy shot back, pushing back the hat to give her a quick kiss on the forehead before moving away. To keep from getting smacked.

Yeah, that would happen.

Sarah tried to smack him (of course), but kind of lazily.

You know, after she'd put the beer in her other hand. Whatever, it was too hot for minor violence, anyway. "Maybe."

Bite your tongue, Sarah!

"Unless you're just plannin' to tan all day..." Guy said, walking backwards toward the surf.

"I burn before I tan," Sarah claimed, wrinkling her nose.

She actually had no proof of that, since she hadn't actually been out in any kind of scorching sunlight since she'd been a kid. Whenever it had gotten hot like that while she'd been of age, she'd taken shelter at the Fortress.

But, with a sigh that said this was such a fucking hardship, she set her beer down so she could get up and go about sliding her dress off the swimsuit underneath. Yes, it was a one-piece. If she had to deal with the heat, she wasn't going to make herself feel self-conscious while she was doing it.

Guy responded with a wolf whistle. Because he was all class, you know.

Sarah rolled her eyes. Because she couldn't take a compliment. She left the dress and the hat on the towel, and kicked off her sandals before taking steps towards the water.

Immediately making a face.

"This fucking sand feels like it's on fire."

"Don't be a wimp!" Even if that was a very true assessment of the sand temperature. "I could always fly you out, darlin'."

"No, I'm fine." Also, one of those people who, upon being called a wimp, had to prove that they weren't one.

This time, it led to some really comical skipping from one foot to the other, but at least she was making progress. "Jesus Christ."

"You sure?" He asked, sticking to the sand that was damp from the waves. "You're lookin' awfully damsel in distress-y there."

Guy was, as they say, a dick.

Sarah flipped him the bird. As you do.

"I'm a fucking hero," she informed him. "I'm not going to be bested by some sand."

Guy sighed, braving the sand to meet her halfway there. "Next time I'll make sure we go somewhere you can bitch at folks while you save them from doom."

"What, like anywhere in Fandom on a Tuesday night?" Sarah drawled, now just kind of hopping in place. Because that helped, sure. "Romantic."

She was the greatest date ever.

"Ha ha," Guy shot back. Then, eyed her for a moment before going to scoop her up bridal style.

Naturally, Sarah's reaction was to exclaim, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Notice she didn't actually put up any other kind of a struggle, however. Hey, her feet were killing her.

"Saving the damsel in distress," Guy replied with a grin, adjusting his grip before heading out to the waves. Yeah, this could only end well. And with no one being tossed into the water.

"I'm not a fucking damsel in anything," Sarah huffed. Not moving a muscle to get away from his arms. Shut up.

Also.

"... You are not dropping me in the water."

"Would I do that?" Yes. Yes, you would, Guy.

Really now, Guy. "Every prick I've ever known who think themselves funny would do that."

So yes.

"I don't think I'm funny, I know I am."

"You think you know," she retorted. "Naturally, you're wrong. And if you dump me in the water, I will make you regret it."

"What'll I get if I don't dump you in?" Bargaining. Totally how a relationship works, right?

Well, Sarah might have been willing to work with that? She wasn't really one for conventional relationship rules, anyway.

"Dunno. Great rewards?"

How very specific.

He held her out over the water. Yeah, that was not going to last long. "Liiiiike?"

"Respect and admiration?"

That... may not have been an entirely serious offer.

Guy gave that all due consideration before dropping her into the water. Like the nice person that he was.

It was probably for the best that there weren't any machines in Sarah's immediate vicinity right now, because the screech she let out kind of had an electric crackle to it at the end there.

You know, before it got cut off when she hit the water. After that she was mostly sputtering, and scrambling back to her feet, and trying to get wet hair away from her eyes.

"God, you're a dick."

"Got you off the sand, didn't I?" Yes, he was a massive dick.

Oh, he was getting smacked now.

"Ha bloody ha."

And then she was going to try and push him over for good measure. Not that she had much of a chance of succeeding.

Guy continued to snicker, falling back into the water. Because, well, they were at the beach for a reason.

Plus, he kind of deserved it. "See? Fun!"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "You are such a fucking child."

Said the lady who looked like she was half sulking even though she felt slightly better in the water than she had on the sand.

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