Night at the beach

Present Mic hauled his jacket through the thick dune grass and up onto the beach. Bottles clanked from inside the makeshift bag, filled to the brim with water taken from a nearby fresh stream. His bare shoulders flexed impressively, though he wasn't straining with the weight.

"Hey, I come bearing gifts!" The soda bottles clinked again and again as he moved quicker toward their campsite. Elly's ears perked up, and she smiled warmly at the tall man as he set his prizes carefully into the sand close to the rocks around the fire she'd built.

"The rocks will heat it. It just has to boil, then we'll have drinking water."

"Thank god there was a stream inland."

"Yeah," she murmured. "Fresh water is the hardest thing to come by in these cases."

He slipped his jacket back on, cooler now that he wasn't moving and back at the strand where the wind was whipping close to the churning water. "Shouldn't we move inland too?" He looked around, his brow drawing together nervously. "There's no windbreaks, babe - it's gonna get colder an' colder as the night wears on."

She shrugged. "If we don't stay close to the water, we won't see if a ship comes by. The fire is large, it will help."

Mic sighed and took off his jacket once more. "Here," he murmured, settling it around her shoulders. "You're cold. I know leather isn't a great insulator, but it'll help."

Elly squinted at him in the darkness. "Mic, if you give this to me, then <i>you'll</i> be cold."

He shrugged. "Hey, you know how energetic I am. I'll just, uhh... run around."

"Oh, no. You're only wearing a tank top underneath. Plus, you know sweating in the cold makes you colder." She shook her head, ears flattening with annoyance. "Keep it."

"But -"

"Put your left arm in, then come sit with me."

He shrugged and did as she asked, scooting close on the log by the fire. Elly lifted the other half of the jacket and slipped it around herself, pressing close to his warmth. Mic's eyes shone brightly as he wrapped his free arm around her shivering body.

"This is, uh, much better."

"Yeah." She stared into the flickering light of the fire.

"We've got water now, but don't have any food." He stared around hopelessly at their meager supplies, mostly consisting of their neck gear and a useless wallet and purse. "I'm sorry I'm not more outdoorsy."

Elly shrugged. "Don't apologize! I like you just as you are. Besides, we're fine. Once I warm up, I'll catch a fish or two."

"You can do that?!"

She nodded. "I was raised close to the water. And if there's no chance of fish there's clams by the beach. All you have to do is look for bubbles when the tide goes in."

Mic stared at her until she squirmed around and met his gaze.

"Uh... M - Mic? You okay?"

"Yer <i>amazing</i>," he breathed reverently.

Elly's face blushed hot and she squinted at him, trying to determine if she were being made fun of. When she was certain his wide, green eyes were free of mischief - at least for now -- she relaxed a little.

"It's nothing special," she said quietly.

"Yeah it is," he disagreed, shaking his head so wildly the massive, blond plume of hair behind him rustled. "I can't do anything like that! An' you knew to burn that plant, too - so the bugs weren't as bad."

"Well... I grew up near the beach. And I don't like bugs, either."

"But yer not a wuss like I am around them." He groaned. "I just can't stand any creepy-crawlies!"

Elly giggled at his tone. "I know, and I don't think it makes you a wuss, Mic. Honestly."

"Oh." His grin grew until he was beaming. "Thanks, babe."

"We may be here awhile," she said calmly. "Not forever, thanks to your quirk, though. But at least a day or so."

"Yeah, it's good sometimes."

She snorted and reached behind him to lightly touch the strands of blond hair that were falling loose down his neck. "No, Mic, I really like your quirk. It's powerful and versatile."

He blinked down at her stupidly. "Mwha?"

"I said, I like your Voice. I guess a lot of people don't like their own quirks though."

"You ...like my Voice?" He sounded absolutely baffled as he stared up at the beginnings of starlight twinkling in the sky. "No one's <i>ever</i> said that to me before. I mean, I hated it as a kid. That's why I learned ASL, 'cause it took forever to learn how to speak without hurting anybody... hell, everybody."

"Hmm." Her fingers brushed the nape of his neck and he leaned into the touch. "There's a lot of things we don't know about each other, I guess."

"We should keep talkin' then, huh?"

"Good idea." She yawned and nestled against him. "Do you have any piercings? Tattoos? Some of the other teachers think you do."

Mic snickered, his eyes slipping shut as she stroked his hair down, combing her fingers through the thick mat of gold. The heat of the sun and salt spray had loosened the hair product's grip on it, and it was surprisingly silky. "And what do <i>you</i> think..?"

"I think they can be idiots."

"Hmm." He shook his head, the hair finally free and floating down, guided by her touches. "Why is that? Here, babe." He reached into an inside pocket and handed her a hair tie.

"Well... it doesn't fit you. I mean, you wear all the leather and spikes and shit, but you're a really sweet guy." She blinked and then backtracked a little in embarrassment, stammering that tattoos or piercings didn't mean someone wasn't nice or kind.

Mic squinted at her in the glow from the fire. Her furry cat's ears were askew and purple hair windblown from the constant breeze off the ocean. It might have been the flickering light or the breeze, but he could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks.

<i>Plus, yanno, she just played with my hair. Played. With my. Hair!</i>

The fire played off his reflective orange lenses as he ducked his head to stare earnestly at the Insanity Hero.

"You really think I'm sweet? Not annoying?"

Elly took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. "Why would I think you're annoying?"

"Well..." He took a deep breath. "I talk a lot, an' I'm really spastic all the time. I kinda go overboard and I can't keep still."

"So you're enthusiastic and like to keep busy." She shrugged, smiling at him. "I happen to love you - <i>your</i> optimism."

His fingers curled out from around hers. The leather of the gloves he wore were very soft and so were his fingertips as he slowly, shyly traced patterns on the back of her hand. "Really?"

<i>You love me, huh?</i>

<i>Oh please don't let him have caught that!</i>

"Yes." She concentrated on taking even breaths but got distracted when he shifted beside her, bending to place his chin on her shoulder.

"So, uh. How d'ya feel about impulsiveness?" His voice hummed close to one of her ears. The vibration was careful and deliberate, an interesting use of his quirk that confirmed his power over her was absolute. The proper words spoken <i>just</i> right, and she would do anything for this man.

"They say 'spontaneity is the spice of life'," she murmured, trying to keep her breathing even. Her entire body was quivering with hopeful anticipation.

Mic puffed air onto her neck in a light chuckle. He kissed her on the cheek very deliberately, holding his lips on her skin. She closed her eyes and shivered, the corners of her own mouth turning up in a grin when she felt him smile through the kiss.

"Yeah?" He breathed softly, a question and not an affirmation, and she knew what he meant. She turned her head to face him and their lips met this time, slowly parting with their tongues meeting in a gentle tangle that grew until they were panting into each other's mouths. He was a good kisser, not too forceful or wet, the points of his mustache soft and distracting in the best kind of way.

The jacket slid off her shoulder and he pulled it back, covering her and giving them a cozy bit of privacy - though there was no one else around.

Mic's hands caressed her arms, then moved inward, cupping her breasts through her bodysuit.

"Yes!"

"Yes?" He squeezed carefully, his thumbs rubbing the hardened nubs. "I can touch you here?"

"<i>Yes</i>."

"So soft," he hummed. He drew his fingertips together and apart slowly, watching her squirm. "Except your nipples. Does it feel that good?"

"M - Mic... Yamada..."

"I think I'd like it if you called me Hizashi," he whispered into her panting mouth. "If you want to." Elly blushed and closed her eyes when he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. "Nmm? You wanna... be my baby?" His gorgeous voice grew deep and serious, the vibrations from his quirk running through her skin as he kissed her.

"H - Hizashi," she groaned.

"Yer a cat anthro, yeah?" She ignored the rhetorical question but he went on anyway, his tone cutting through her hazy fog of pleasure. "Give me your neck."

She rolled her head back, immediately exposing it for him.

"Ugh, so sexy." He shuddered. "I wanna hear you sing my name into the night sky. Loud. Desperate." Hizashi trailed low, grazing on her neck and planting tiny kisses around the throbbing pulse he found there. "Ecstatic," he whispered, sucking a mark into the pale flesh.

"Zashi! God - oh god, everyone will see!"

"Yeahhhh, they will. Good." He worried the skin harder and she held him tight, her fingers digging into the thin tank he wore under the jacket. "Do me, next. That way we really can't hide that we're together. Present Mic an' Cheshire taken out of the dating circuit, aww. Too bad." He whined when he felt her sharp canines pressing on his flesh. She was enthusiastic, worked up and desperate to get a good taste of him.

"Oh... o - oh-h-h-h, fuck," he hissed as she bit and licked. "Yeah. Yeah, mark me <i>up</i>."

"You smell so good." Elly kissed the blood-stained skin and ran her hands up over his tank top. "You liked that a lot, don't you. I know I did when you did it to me."

"Yes..." His glorious green-gold eyes were dreamy as she carefully removed his shades. "Hmm. Wanna look into my eyes, Ches?"

"They're <i>beautiful</i>. You're so handsome it hurts my heart, but especially your eyes, Zashi - such a pretty color, and those spirals, I -" Her breathing grew erratic as she stared deeply into them. For a moment they simply sat there in a tangled embrace, hearts beating wildly and eyes locked. Then she actually purred, melting into his arms and nuzzling his nose with hers. "They burn into my very soul."

He choked, the overwhelming praise clouding his mind. The lines in his eyes thinned, then drew together as they blew wide with passion. Pebbles bounced on the wet sands several feet away, the air around them humming with his quirk when he groaned. "<i>I love you</i>." He paused, then for once, used her given name though they had agreed long ago it was okay for everyone to use her Hero one. "Elly."

Her cry was fierce. "I love you, Hizashi Yamada!"

"I want you," he blurted out between kissing her. "So bad. I want you completely. We're all alone here, it's beautiful, <i>you're</i> beautiful, and - and I want you. Do you want to give yourself to me? Do you love me that mu - mnn! Mnnnn! Aaaah!"

Her hand went directly to where he'd wanted it to go, cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing gently. Elly toyed with him for a minute, enjoying his whiny, needy cries. Then she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped the tight leather pants, tugging to indicate she needed his help. Hizashi peeled the leather down enough to release his erect member from its cotton confinement.

"My bodysuit..."

"We won't hafta take it all off, right? What if I slip in like this, hmmm?"

"H - Hih - Hiz -!"

"Ahh, sweet baby girl," he groaned. "<i>There</i> you are."

"Oh, Zashi."

"Ches, you feel perfect. It's - it's been so long."

"Make love to me," she begged quietly.

"Loving you is easy," he murmured as he rolled his hips. She gasped, and he smiled. "Pleasing you will take a little more work."

But only a little.

Hizashi was thrilled at how she responded to him, how they moved so fluidly together in the act. He wasn't too shocked when her cries grew frantic very quickly. The pressure in his lower belly felt likely to crush him with its weight, the need to release so dire he dug furrows in the sand with his fingers as he bucked forward and back.

"It's so sweet, so good," she whimpered. "Kiss me."

He obliged and their kissing became sloppy and wet as their passion sparked higher and higher.

"Ohhh <i>baby</i>, put my headphones on, quick!" Hizashi paused, his body straining with effort while she snapped them over her ears. "I'm'a let loose out an' in," he moaned. "Brace yourself!"

"Do it," she hissed eagerly.

"Ches, baby, oh f - fff... baby, yeah. <i>Yeahhhh</i>." His thrusts grew wild and panicky, his eyes squeezed tight and full lips parted. "<b>Yeah</b>!"

"Ohmigod, yes!" Seeing he was so close to complete and total release caused her pleasure to spill over the edge. She shook all around him, her nails digging into his back for purchase and her tail swiping patterns in the sand.

And Hizashi <i>let go</i>.

For the first time in his life since he was a baby, his Voice broke free, throat and diaphragm working as he flung his head back to scream into the night.

Birds on the other side of the island flew up in clouds, startled, and not a few night creatures were stunned, plummeting to the sand around them. Elly herself fell back in a semi-faint, though she was mostly protected by the noise-canceling headphones and his choice to aim up.

When she came to he was breathing roughly, his hair half out of the loose ponytail she'd pulled it into earlier and his neck all the way up to his ears red and sweaty.

He grinned at her. "So, how was that? Spicy enough for ya?"

"Oh, my," she gasped, gawking over his shoulder at the water behind them.

"I guess that's a yes." He smirked.

"Zashi, ship!"

"No shit?! Hey! <i>Over here</i>!" The gang plank was already being hauled out, it being a decent sized vessel. Several figures stepped out onto the beach and started to run towards them.

"Zashi, <i>clothes</i>!"

His head snapped around, eyes widening as he saw there was no way he could manage to pull out and be clean, safe and keep their dignity. "Uh oh. Just ...uh, here." He spread his arms out, covering her as best as he could. "Sorry, guys," he drawled when the crew got closer. "Give us a sec, okay?"

Once they were on board ship, they went directly to the captain to thank him in person. He knew who they were, which made introductions easier, and informed them when they could be dropped off at the nearest harbor.

Hizashi drew Elly close to his side, smiling happily, but there was puzzlement on his features. "Say hey, I don't wanna sound ungrateful, but how'd you know we were there?"

"We heard, ah." The captain cleared his throat. "We heard you, Mic. We know the island is uninhabited, and you sounded like you were in a fair amount of distress, so we wanted to check."

Hizashi's face scrunched up, his nose wrinkling. "<i>Distress?</i>"

Elly tried to bite back her laughter at his face and couldn't quite manage it.

"Ugh. Did I really sound..?"

"We'll talk later."

"Oh, you bet we will." He winked at her.