Mount Olympus [10]

Jag

I lead her down the beach and squeeze her hand.

Emma

I stay close as we walk, taking off my shoes and holding them in my free hand.

Jag

I hesitate before doing the same, keeping her close, "So... should we talk about futures? When people do this crap in movies, they talk about futures, don't they? Or something..."

Emma

I chuckle and shake my head at him, "I wanna be a dancer. I'm a great dancer. And I want three pups."

Jag

I smile and look at her, "Would you dance for me sometime? And three pups... I can see us with three pups. A black one and a white one and one weirdly colored with, like, yellow eyes. Freaking awesome that one."

Emma

I smile wider, "Depends what kind of dancing. And my fur is black...which I don't understand because I thought guy's fur was black..."

Jag

I match her smile, "What kind of dancing do you do? And my fur is sexy. That's all you need to know."

Emma

I shrug, "Any kind. And you fur is brown. How is brown sexy? It's the color of sh*t," I say playfully.

Jag

I glare at her playfully, narrowing my eyes, "My fur is much sexier than sh*t, I tell you."

Emma

I shrug, biting my lip as I smile, "Whatever you say..."

Jag

I shake my head at her, pulling her closer and wrapping an arm around her, "I do say."

Emma

I nod and kiss him quickly, "Uh huh."

Jag

I kiss her back, nodding, "Yeah."

Emma

I playfully run away, chuckling.

Jag

I chuckle and chase after her, trapping her in my arms and tackling her to the sand.