“Me?” she exclaimed, taking his hands and pulling herself up. “I am not the one who was wearing a /towel/ when I got here, mister ‘look at my gorgeous self don’t you want to lick it’. I am not the one who put on clothes that can be ripped off in a hurry.” She tossed her head, braid bouncing. “You pick up that bag, sir, right now.”
“Because I couldn’t find my – wait, what?” He blinked and then eyed her shyly, tilting his head to the side as his cheeks coloured scarlet. “You wanted to lick me?” He reiterated with a smile, before playfully tugging on her braid, saluting, and then picking up the bag. “Anything else, your majesty?”
“You want me to want to lick you,” she retorted, and pointed to the door. “March, mister.” He went, and she stalked behind him. “Right down to the car. We are going to the beach.”
“Get out of here already!” Derek shouted behind her, and she turned to catch sight of what appeared to be an actual smile on his face. Amazing. She grinned back, and then had to jerk on the door three times to get it to move. She wouldn’t let Isaac help her, and chivied him down the stairs.
Helios meowed from his carry-case, wedged between the two seatbacks, and she put a finger in to scritch him while Isaac put his bag in the trunk. “Finally ready now?”