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[little_moons]

It was a good day. Busy and hectic and humiliatingly domestic, but a good day. By some fuckin' miracle, the girls slept 'til seven, and Mike and I were heading out the door to open up the restaurant while Tom was getting them up and dressed for the day. I spent the morning there, sitting behind the bar with an open textbook, then I made the walk up

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[m_pinocchio]

For a few minutes he just watches, the graceful curve of a back in the water, the angle of a shoulderblade, wet, dark hair. This is very familiar. Some kind of insanity had put them both right here what feels like forever ago, naked and swimming and trying to pretend to themselves and each other that they didn't both want the exact same thing.

And now no one has to pretend a thing.

He sits down on the bank, slips his bare feet into the water. "Always thought that was a good look for you."

[little_moons]

My lips quirk into a crooked grin before I turn to look at him, treading closer in the water but stopping when my feet graze the bottom.

"I dunno, I think it's my best look."

[m_pinocchio]

"Naked and wet? I don't think I disagree." He lifts one dripping foot and points with it, flashing a grin in the dimness.

"What's the occasion? Or did you just feel like looking your best?"

[little_moons]

"I dunno. I been here four years, today. I just felt like goin' for a swim," I shrug, "This used to feel like my waterfall, you know? I always came here when I wanted to think or whatever."

Swimming backward in the water, I motion for him with one hand and say, "You gonna get in or what?"

[m_pinocchio]

He laughs, shakes his head slightly. "When you put it that way..."

He reaches up, pulling his shirt off over his head, legs still dangling in the water. "Today? Jesus. That's up there."

[little_moons]

"I know, right? When Logan and me broke it off, I felt like I'd already been here for so long, and that was like, two fuckin' years ago," I say, tipping my head back in the water and looking up at the stars.

"The girls are gonna be three in August."

[m_pinocchio]

"That's right," he murmurs, pushing up his hips to slide his shorts off over wet legs and ankles, tilting his head up to the patches of sky showing through the trees.

"And four years for me, then." He lets out a slow breath and starts to lower himself in. "Never thought I'd make it this far."

[little_moons]

"You been actin' like you got a tickin' clock over your head since I met you," I laugh, looking back at him with a wide grin.

"Guess you're just luckier than you thought."

[m_pinocchio]

"Fuck, I already knew that." He slips in up to his chest and gasps at the shock of coolness, a gasp that melts into a soft moan as the shock fades. The night is warm, humid, and this feels better than he would have guessed.

"You try living on a timeline, see how quick you shake the habit." He turns a little on his side, kicking slowly away from the back. "Fuck, this feels good."

[little_moons]

"Maybe if we're real lucky, we'll make it to five," I grin, watching him cut a line through the water with a comfortable thrum of heat settling in my gut.

"I was thinkin' 'bout the first time we swam out here," I tell him with a crooked smile, "Seems like forever ago."

[m_pinocchio]

"Pretty much was forever ago, with how this place works." He moves in close, grazes a hand against the cool jut of Neil's hip before he turns and circles lazily. '

"I wanted you so fucking bad. Even when I was trying not to."

[little_moons]

"All that wasted time," I tease, but I'm happy with the way things worked out. We could've really fucked these up, those first few months we danced around each other, and while we still could've done some things different, waiting 'til all three of us were ready was just about the best thing we could've done.

"I fucked Logan here, too, once. And Sirius. This is kind of a weird place," I admit with a snort of laughter. I can never quite get my head around how I really feel, when I'm here. It's a jumble of pain so deep I feel like I can't breathe, and joy so overwhelming it couldn't have possibly been real.

[m_pinocchio]

"Not too much time." He turns and slips behind Neil, coming up with his hands sliding over Neil's hips and tugging him gently backward, mixing warm and cool.

"Mmm, this and the beach." He chuckles softly, lips against the wet line of Neil's shoulder. "You're right. It's weird."

[little_moons]

Grinning, I say, "I don't think I ever fucked anybody on the beach," even though I know that's not the only thing he's talking about. Weird shit's happened all over this goddamn island. It's just kind of the nature of this place.

I let him move me how he wants to, pliant in his hands, warm and relaxed and feeling pretty fucking good.

[m_pinocchio]

"Who can keep track of that kinda thing, anyway?" They're both drifting back now, back and into deeper, stiller water, and he's trailing slow almost-kisses up to the nape of Neil's neck.

"You ever jump off the top?"

[little_moons]

"Yeah," I say, and that memory in itself is confusing, and I lean back against him, smiling, but there's a tiny coil of pain settling behind my breastbone.

"The same day you first fucked me. It was Logan's birthday, and I ran into him out here. He wanted me to jump off with him, and I did. He got pissed at me, because I jumped first, without waiting for him. But I thought he was jumping too. I thought we were going off together, you know?"