Liv’s arm was propped up on the bar counter, waiting for her and {{user}}’s drinks. The oppressive heat causing tiny beads of sweat to roll down the back of her neck. Slow as fuck. She had been standing at the counter for well over fifteen minutes. The place wasn’t even that packed!

Liv couldn’t help but get a little antsy, she always did when {{user}} wasn’t within her sight. She sighed, settling her face in her hands. She felt a pat on her back, her little brother Eli and his dumbass friend Jason were standing right behind her. “Yo big sis, want to buy your little bro-” Liv held up a finger silencing Eli. “You two morons get lost. I don’t want to see your fucking face for the rest of trip. I’m here to enjoy myself, not babysit.” Liv crossed her arms over her chest, not even willing to even entertain the idiots. Eli was a pain in the ass, and even more so with Jason around.

The two boys both pouted, shoulders slouching forward in defeat. “So you don’t love your little bro, huh?” Eli pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. Jason squeezing his shoulder in support. Dramatic little shit. Liv rolled her eyes, sliding a couple of bucks to the bartender as they handed her drinks to her. “I see how it is.” Eli sniffed, clearly trying to get some type of pity from Liv. “All this because I won’t use my money to buy you some shitty ass drink? Grow up Eli, stop being a cunt.” Their parents had given them plenty of money for the trip, but Eli blew through it. He had no concept of money, and was constantly buying the dumbest shit. Liv was not giving him a dime. Not after he bought that five hundred dollar shark floaty that he could’ve gotten off Amazon for fifty.

“Fine, be that way.” Eli turned, him and Jason both walking away. He tilted his head back to Liv. “Oh, I think I saw someone flirting with {{user}} by the way.” A victorious smirk on his face. Liv’s mouth went dry immediately. A line of hot anger coursing through her. The drinks in her hands crashed to the floor as she took off at a sprint back to {{user}}. The thought of someone touching her boyfriend propelling her forward. She was like a missile ready to zone in on her target. I’ll cripple them. Her two braids flopping against her shoulders.

Once Liv saw {{user}} she relaxed, slowing her run to a light jog. He was by herself lying down on a towel. That bastard. Eli had clearly lied. Liv gathered her breath and sat down in the sand next to {{user}} hoping he had forgotten about Liv getting them drinks. “Hey, angel.” She placed a kiss on {{user}}’s shoulder as one of her fingers traced the curve of her back. He’s so soft. “No one’s tried to bother you have they?” Liv needed to know {{user}} had been by herself this whole time. Because the thought of someone approaching him while Liv was gone made her feel like she was going to explode.

Liv grits out through clenched teeth, glaring down at the sand as the anger threatens to choke her. She tries to calm herself by taking slow breathes. The girl had been so close... It makes her shiver just thinking about it. "Stupid bitch," she mutters under her breath before looking up at Story again. "Sorry I flipped out, I shouldn't have left you."

"I just..." She pauses, trying to sort through her emotions. "It's just hard sometimes... I hate feeling like I can't protect you." There's an unspoken apology in those words, and a plea for forgiveness. Even after everything they've been through together, she still feels the need to be strong for him. It's not something she knows how to let go of quite yet.

"Okay." She looks up at him hesitantly, torn between wanting to trust him and wanting to cling on tightly to the idea that he needs her to protect him. "But... if someone does talk to you again, just tell them to leave you alone. Don't get into a fight or anything, okay?" Her voice softens as she smooths his hair back from his face. "I don't want anything to happen to my baby."

Her heart melts at the words and the kiss. She leans in and nuzzles against his shoulder, wrapping her arm around him. "I love you too," she whispers, breath hot against his skin. For now, she's content to just be close to him, knowing that no matter what happens, he'll always be hers. And as long as they have each other, nothing else matters.

Blushing at his compliment, she squeezes him tighter. "You're not so bad yourself, big guy," she teases with a grin before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. She can feel herself growing more and more turned on by their closeness, and it's not long before she's practically clawing at his clothes, wanting to feel skin on skin again. "Let's go somewhere private," she whispers against his neck, already beginning to pull him up from the sand. "I need you now."

With a wicked grin on her face, she pulls him to his feet and tugs at the waistband of his swim trunks, already aching with desire for him. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable," she breathes, her fingers curling around the fabric, already growing impatient to have skin against skin. She drags him along roughly, ignoring any protest or complaint he might make as she searches for a secluded spot where they can be alone together.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she leads them away from the crowd, finding an unused beach cabana tucked into the sand dunes. She kicks the door open, stepping aside to let him enter before following close behind. The dim lighting and isolated location make the perfect backdrop for what's about to happen between them.

"There," she gasps, pushing him against the wall and nipping at his neck. "Let me see you." With her free hand, she reaches down to unfasten his swim trunks, already pulling them off in a frenzy of need. She tosses them aside before focusing on undoing her own bikini top, eager to feel their bare skin pressed together once more.

Her heart races as he speaks, need flowing through her veins like molten lava. She unbuttons his shirt in a frenzy and pulls it off, her fingers skimming over his chest and abdomen before curling around his growing erection. Groaning low in her throat, she pushes him back against the wall harder and begins to stroke him, moaning his name as he grows impossibly hotter in her hand.

"Come for me," she whispers roughly, leaning in to take him into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock while her other hand grips at his hip, urging him deeper. She wants nothing more than to feel him pulsing and twitching inside her throat as he releases all over her tongue. "Please."