Ebb & Flow

SEX, Round 2

Title: Ebb and Flow

Written for: CKKnight

Written By: chartwilightmom

Rating: M

Summary/Prompt used: Girl who works in a diner in a small beachside town secretly investigates who the new mysterious surfer is.

AN: Huge thanks to Tammy for beta'ing at the 12th hour.

Special thanks to Vampiremama for putting this together and for her love of writing.

If you'd like to read more stories from the exchange, check out the #sexstoryexchange2

~E&F~

"It's almost primal, our need to get back to the sea, to the low places inhabited by water. It is there we discover rebirth, renourishment, and new beginnings. We are inexorably drawn to it, in a tidal pull, an ebb and flow as familiar to us, as the blood that courses through our veins." ~author unknown

Getting up at five in the morning isn't for everyone. I remember my days of never wanting to rise before the sun.

But recently, I feel there is something to be said for getting up at five in the morning: the quiet throughout the normally noisy house, the stillness of the items that fill it. The wind accompanies the soundtrack of the sea as I watch the waves flow in and out, crashing against the shore like it has done for thousands of years.

Ah, the simple peace.

I sigh, knowing I only have a short time before my peaceful bubble is popped and the chaos of my life roars back in like a rogue wave.

Damn rogue waves.

This is how I start my day now, sitting on our bench in the middle of the walkway that leads to the beach; drinking coffee and enjoying the sounds and sights of the ocean while the sun starts to paint the sky. A few surfers start to make their way out, suiting up to head out to catch a few before starting their day.

Leatherback Isle isn't a big beach; small enough that tourists stay away unless they are staying for a whole week of vacation or longer, and large enough that I don't feel like I see the same people every single day. With around 500 year round residents, it is hard not to know at least most of them, the surfers especially.

Comes with the territory.

A new guy that I am not familiar with appears on the beach, the other surfers long gone from the shoreline. He looks tall, trim and fit in his wetsuit, complete with shaggy hair. I wonder whose friend he is. Usually only locals know this spot. He pauses as he reaches the edge of the water. Being so far away, I can only imagine the emotions filtering across his face: wonder, excitement, nervousness, determination.

I remember a few of those, how can I not growing up in a surfing family. But that seems so long time ago, only now those emotions come into play far from the shoreline.

"Gracie, what on earth are you doing up so early, darling?" My curiosity of the mystery surfer is put on hold as the first words of the day are spoken to me. The words are strained as they leave my mother's mouth, the internal pain obvious to me but probably would be lost on someone else.

"Ma, you need to be in bed," I say, turning to look at my ailing mother, "You need your rest". She looks weary to me, even in the soft colors of the morning sunrise dancing across her face. For a moment, I remember the golden tan that used to color her skin, always warm to the touch and smelling of coconuts.