I Like Long Walks on the Beach

Eliana sighed, equally as melodramatic as her little speech had been. "I told you I'm not good at all this touchy-feely stuff. I keep thinking you're going to leave. Like every time, you find out something about me that's going to be the last straw. My culture and your culture aren't known for mixing well, you know."

Eliana was feeling a lot of things right then. She wasn't sure what they all were, but some of the emotions made her feel like she was choking. The moon reflected in her eye as she stared up at it. "I am pretty melodramatic, aren't I?"

Eliana laughed in his face. It was supposed to be romantic, she knew that, but damn. Tall fuckin' order. "Never say never, papa. I get this feeling like you're seeing me with some seriously rose covered glasses to be able to say that. For all you know, we haven't even scratched the surface of my sheer fuckary."

"Okay," she said. Only time would tell and all that BS. When he laid back, Eliana took the chance to roll on top of him. That was more comfortable than the cold sand. As an excuse, she said, "don't wanna mess up my clothes."

She leaned down to rub their noses together. Her smile wasn't as relaxed as it could have been, but Eliana would live in this moment for now. "I could always take them off. And oi! Don't roll your eyes at me. It was very reasonable."

"That doesn't make me not want to do it," Eliana said after returning his kiss. "But I'll be good." She paused, waiting to see if he'd object. If not, she'd roll to the side and land with a huff on the sand. "We could make sand angels, but that would just be messy.