Title: On the beach
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 477
Pairing: 2 x OFC Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU and v.v.fluffy!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Unbeta-ed: All mistakes will be mine.
A/N: I've been on the beach all day, mostly in the shade, and this little fic popped into my head so I've just written it before I get ready to go out for dinner! I imagine these two women are from Birmingham, UK...very close to where I live!

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April and June, (it was their mother, May's, brilliant idea...) were lying on their stomachs burning their backs.  British, thirtyish, divorced and on a week's holiday, they were intent on having some sea, sand and sun.  Not forgetting some fun...or, in fact, they were mainly looking for some fun...
 
"Cor blimey, Ape, look at him, coming out the water.  He's a bit of alright!"
 
"You can say that again.  Look at his muscles; nice and toned.  Keep your eye on him see where he goes.  Crikey, Ju, looks like he's on his own.  He's fair game."
 
"I saw him first."
 
"How old do you reckon?"
 
"Dunno.  Early thirties?"
 
"Nearer my age then you, you old tart."
 
"Less of the old, bitch. Can you see his package?"
 
"Haven't got my lenses in.  Can you see?"
  
"I can.  Flat stomach and a nice little bulge."
 
"Little?"
 
"He hasn't got a stiffie on and it's what they do with it that counts."
 
"Is that what your Darren told you?"
 
"And Barry."
 
"The bastard."
 
"The bastard.  How are we going to meet muscle man, then?"
 
"Don't know. Let me think."
 
"What about jumping up screaming blue murder that we've been bitten?  He looks the helpful type."
 
"We could.  We could jump up and my top could fall off...my tits are better than yours."
 
"That's because they cost money."
 
"Good investment. Got my last promotion showing them off to that sleazy Mr Woodrow."
 
"Hey, look.  He's not bad, walking up the beach.  More your age."  
 
"You're right he's not at all bad for an older...more experienced man.  Look at that!  They know each other."
 
 "That's lucky; two of them, two of us."
 
"Oh. My. God."
 
 "Fuck me..."
 
"Just our lousy luck..."
 
ooOoo
"Hey Nick?  You've been for a swim already. Is it warm?"
 
"Dick minimising cold.  Hey, come here, babe."
 
"A salty kiss in public?  To what do I owe the pleasure?"
 
"I've been frightened waiting for you.  Don't look...but do you see those two women at nine o'clock?"
 
"Yes."
 
"They've been staring at me since I came out of the sea.  I've been keeping an eye on them; I thought they going to try and jump me..."
 
"I would have fought them off..."
 
"...fat chance.  Have you ever seen girls fight?  It's nasty, man!"
 
"I would have had right on my side, Nick, and you've never seen me fight."
 
"That's right I haven't.  Have you ever had a fight?"
 
"That would be a...no.  But then I never had anyone to fight over before."
 
"You say the nicest things. But I'm not going back to the rooms yet."
 
"You young things can't keep it up like us older, more experienced men."
 
"I don't fall asleep in the middle of it like an older man I know."
 
"That was the drink and it was...unfortunate...and you said you'd forgiven me."
 
"Forgiven?  Yes.  Forgotten?  Never!"
 
The End

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Next story in series - On the beach... Take 2