the Duchess of Crack! and the Queen of Fluff (kiramaru7) wrote,
the Duchess of Crack! and the Queen of Fluff

Valentines Bingo 9: Finally

Title: Finally
Fandom: Original
Author: kira
Rating: PG13 for nudity
Character(s): Bernd, Amber, Blitzkrieg
Genre: slice of life
Warnings: nudity
Words: 1015
Written for the prompt(s): Skinny Dipping
Beta: kat
Summary: Amber finally agrees to go skinny dipping with Bernd…
Author’s note: Special thanks to Kat for pinking this for me and all her help. Please note that Amber belongs to Kat.

They stood there, leaning against the paddock railing, while waiting for Blitzkrieg, Bernd’s Friesian to come trotting over to them. The horse whickered, before walking over to them. He nudged Bernd, who rubbed his velvety soft nose.

“You wanna a treat?” Bernd reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a bag of apple slice. Taking one out, he held it on his palm for the horse to eat. “Want one?” he asked Amber.

“I thought they were for Blitzkrieg,” she teased. She was pleased when he smiled. It was one that reached his eyes, a throw-back to happier times, before his depression got so bad, he could barely function.

Bernd handed her a slice.

Amber held it out to the horse. She chuckled as his lips tickled. When the horse looked up as he ate the apple, he blew warm horsey breath at her.

“You wanna go riding?” Bernd fed the horse the last of the apple slices.

Blitzkrieg’s ears pricked forward. He whinnied and nosed Bernd as if to say, “Please!”

Amber looked at him and smiled. She was happy her friend’s meds were finally working and he was showing an interest in the things he loved, instead of just going through the motions. “Yeah. Let’s go to our spot, it feels like ages since we were there.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Bernd took hold of Blitzkrieg’s halter and led the horse around the railing to the paddock gate, while Amber went inside the stable to get a lead rope. When she returned, Bernd snapped it on and led his horse to the stable. It did not take long before they were ready to go. Just like they had done thousands of times before, Bernd swung up into the saddle, before leaning down to give Amber a hand. As soon as she was settled behind him, they headed out of the stable to their favorite spot.

Upon reaching the meadow behind his house, Bernd urged Blitzkrieg to canter. Amber held on tight as they raced to their special place, a large willow on the banks of a river. They had spent a lifetime of summers there; picnicking, reading, swimming, and catching critters for Amber’s old aquarium.

Nearing the willow, Bernd slowed his horse to a walk. When they were close enough, they dismounted and Bernd removed his saddle and bridle, and staked the horse out to graze. He met Amber by the river bank. Picking up a stone, he threw it in the river.

“Remember when we used to come here as kids?” he asked. Bending down to pick up another stone, Bernd threw it in the river. It hit the water with a loud plop.

“Yeah. We had a lot of fun back then.”

He nodded and this time, he bent to pick up a stick, which he tossed in the river. “It’s a nice hot day. A pity we forgot our swimsuits.”

“Yeah…” Amber took her long, curly hair and twisted it up into a messy topknot on the top of her head. “We could always take our shoes and socks off, and get our feet wet.”

“We could.” Bernd ran a hand through his damp strands of spiky, pink hair. “Or we could…” He trailed off and shook his head. “Never mind.” He stared out at the river.

“What?” Amber, also looking out at the river, leaned her head on his shoulder. She reached for his hand.

He leaned his head against hers. “You’d never go for it, so what does it matter?” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Would it make you happy?”

“I honestly don’t know…” Bernd tensed ever so slightly and frowned.

“Bernd, you can tell me…” Amber rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand.

“Promise not to get mad?” He gave her a look so lost and so sad, that she was worried he was going to have a breakdown.

“Of course, I promise!” Amber wanted to hug him, but waited to hear him out.

“Remember all those times I tried to umm… get you to umm… you know, go skinny dipping?”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s when I knew puberty had jumped up and bit you on the ass!”

“Yeah…” He blushed. “Well, I was wondering…”

“Will it make it happy?” Amber reached out and caressed his cheek.

Bernd leaned into her touch. “I don’t know…” He sighed. “But it could be fun. James and I swam here a few times and so did Didi and Tino and Cesare and Julio… and Denis.” He smiled shyly.

Amber chuckled. “Who knew you were so popular.” she teased.

That made him laugh. “Yeah,” he said, blushing.

“Well, if it’s that’s much fun…” She looked around quickly to make sure they were alone. “What are you waiting for?” Amber stepped back, and taking the ends of her t-shirt, she pulled it up and over her head.

Bernd’s eyes went wide. “Who are you and what’ve you done with Amber?”

“Ummm…It’s me, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen you like this that I couldn’t help myself.” Her expression softened. “And I like what I see and ummm... I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but let’s hurry up and get naked.”

He chuckled. “Before you change your mind?” He got undressed.

“Something like that.” She saw he did not need to be told twice. So against her better judgment, Amber hurried up and stripped down to her skin. Taking Bernd by the hand, they ran towards the river and got in.

“Aaah… it’s cold!” Bernd cried as they waded in deeper.

Amber playfully splashed at him. “You’re such a girl!”

He splashed back. “That’s why you love me!”

“Yup!” She swam past him. “Besides, it’s refreshing!”

Bernd sank down to his neck and swam after her. They horsed around in the water like a couple of kids. As much as Amber hated being naked in public, she had to admit it was kind of fun. Plus it was great to hear him laughing again and that was the most important part.
Tags: allbingo, amber, bernd, bingo, blitzkrieg, original ficcage
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