FLYBY (b. bradshaw)

𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀

"Hurricane! Hurricane!" Hangman's voice was shaking her out of the trance of memories. He was wide up, in the mock end zone. 

Lilah had the ball in her hand, ready to chunk it to him when she was suddenly eating sand. She spit it out, couching. 

"Gotcha." 

His voice made her want to puke. 

At one point it had sent shivers down her back. 

She shoved him off of her, and he went right into the wet sand. She tried not to look at his muscles that could be seen straight through his soaked wife beater. 

"Asswipe." Lilah muttered, throwing the football into his groin. It hits its target and he went rolling onto his knees, banging his hand against the ground. His back flexed. 

"Bitch." he managed to get out before Lilah walked towards her pissed off team. 

Hangman was ready when she got there. "What was that, Captain Hollis?" 

"He tackled me before I could throw the football." Lilah told him simply, not about to deal with the crap that was going to come out of his mouth. 

Hangman rolled his eyes. "Yeah, 'cause you were in lala land dreaming about sleeping with him."

Lilah tensed up, her face becoming flushed. 

Phoenix was on him in a second. "Mind your own damn business Hangman."

"Always have a guard dog around, don't you, Hurricane?" 

"Fuck off, Hangman." Lilah sneered, before walking back into position. 

Phoenix followed her. "What was that?"

"We'll talk later, I'm not drunk enough." Lilah told her. 

The games resumed. Everyone had stripped out of there shirts within a few rounds of playing. They lost track of who was winning and who wasn't, but Lilah and Bradley had it out for each other. Every chance the other got to show one another up, they took it. Lilah tripped him twice, sand now covering his stomach. He would plant her face it the ground every chance the got. 

Lilah didn't know how long they'd been playing, but the sun had heated up the world around them. When they took a water break, Lilah could feel his eyes on her. She wrapped her lips around the water bottle, licking them when she was done. She could've sworn she heard him growl from across the way. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and collapsed onto the sand, unable to stand back up and grab her towel. Phoenix did the same, groaning when she laid down. 

"Want to sit out from a minute?" Lilah asked Phoenix.

"Yes, but only because I can't take another tackle from Payback without a dislocated shoulder." Phoenix smiled, adjusting her glasses. Lilah laughed lightly, resting her hands on her stomach. 

She could still feel his eyes glued to her, even from the ocean. All of the boy had decided to take a dip, to wash the sand off of them. Phoenix had whistled a few moments before Lilah sat up to see them all. 

"Abs for days." Lilah muttered to her.

"I love my profession." Phoenix said. The high fived to that one. 

Hondo and Maverick finally got up from the sand, calling all of the boys out of the water. They were shoving each other under, trying to race back to sore. Bradley and Hangman were pushing on each other shoulder's, their strength canceling each other out. 

"Hey!" Hondo called, shaking his head. "Let's act like adults." 

The men finally gathered around Hondo and all finally turned to stare at the two females laid out on the beach. There was some whistling, a little cat calling. Phoenix rolled her eyes and went back to laying down. Lilah waved and blew them a kiss. She couldn't help but glance at Bradley, his skin glissing in the sun. She pressed her thighs tighter together, her mind flashing to the night before.