Summary: She takes a sip anyway. She kisses him anyway. His lips, teeth, and tongue all taste of it. When she breathes between their kiss she inhales the harsh burn of it, and her head spins but all she can do is demand more; curl her fingers around the collar of his jacket tighter, tighter. (Ao3)
Notes: My own little contribution to the miracle that was the Neverland arc. For Kat (@abbadons-little-witch), who has returned to school even though she wants nothing more than to fantasize about Colin and write fic about Emma and Killian smushing their faces together like God intended. xo
+ When Emma was young, she was desperate to be special. If she stood out, the possibility was greater that someone would want to keep her. That a teacher or a babysitter or a social worker would see how unusually talented or smart she was, and a nice couple would suddenly decide that it would be in their own best interest to take her home. Trouble was, of course, that no one really wanted to see an orphan. She was drowning in her clothes most of the time, and regardless of her plans, she didn’t necessarily want people to see her. She usually let her long, thick hair cover her face. She didn’t make eye contact with her teachers and peers, and even when she wanted to raise her hand in class, there was that little niggling something holding her back. A voice inside her head that told her no one wanted to hear what she had to say anyway.
Haru and Rin (separately) meeting a girl who is an even better swimmer than they are.
So in this scenario, the two of you formally meet after you’ve won the race. Btdubs, TWO more scenarios to go!!!
Haru was in awe. The way you swam, the way you embraced the water, the way you beat him–it left him awestruck. He didn’t know what to say. He’d never seen anything like this before.
He’d never felt anything like this before.
You moved your goggles up to your forehead and leaned against the lane divider enthusiastically, “Hey! Great race! You’re an amazing swimmer, gave me a real run for my money! What’s your name?”
He blinked and looked around for who you were talking to, finding no other swimmers in the pool. He looked back to you and pointed at himself questioningly.
You giggled, “Yeah you!”
“I-I’m… I am… Na-Na… Ha…”
“Nanaha? That’s kind of girly–no offense!”
His face instantly set aflame and he felt his palms go sweaty.
“N-no!” he cleared his throat, “No, I’m Nanase… Haruk- um… Haru.”
You smiled happily, “Nice to meet you Haru! Let’s make sure to swim together again, okay?”
He nodded weakly as you pulled yourself out of the pool and made your way to the locker room. Nanase Haruka was undoubtedly in love at first sight, and not with the water that dripped so deliciously off your body.
Oh Rin was on FIRE. True, he hated losing, but damn did he like a good challenge. And damn could you swim! You pulled yourself out of the pool and peeled off your goggles and swim cap to catch your breath, but before you could even think about making it to the locker room, Rin had ducked into your lane and pinned your legs between his biceps.
“Alright, you and me, another around–as many rounds as we need! Hell, we’ll stay the whole night if we need to!”
“Woah! At least buy me dinner first, Shark Man!” you laughed.
He grinned, “Swimming. Another round of swimming. I’m never satisfied until I’ve won.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling your cap back on and hopping back into the water–right in between his arms, “Then I take it you’re not satisfied very often, are you?”
He blushed, “Hey! I’ll have you know that I trained in Australia!”
“Ooh!” you said mockingly, smacking his bicep for him to get back into position, “So you’re a breaching Shark Man!”
“Careful sweetie! You don’t want to get bit!” he ducked back into his own lane and pulled his goggles into place, “And it’s Rin, by the way. Matsuoka Rin.”