Beach-Time-Fun

A few days later after the national "Invisible Crook" incident, the weather was still clear blue skies and hot sun. Apparently today was reported to be a "Heatwave" but Reima didn't really notice due to his "particular" constitution. With the vampires sleeping through it the only person having to endure through it is Ciri, apparently she'd never really experience weather this hot before. With the house having no air conditioning or electricity for that matter Ciri is almost begging Reima to do something about it... "There must be something you can do? With all the magic I've seen you use, you must have a "cold" spell somewhere!" she exclaims at him.

Reima just shrugs, as it happens he does have a couple spells that could do the trick... However he has other plans, he chuckles to himself as he thinks over his plan, all the while Ciri glaring daggers at him.

Reima "I know something that could help." he says cheerfully.

Ciri "Yeah? Go ahead." she says, slightly unnerved by the large grin on his face.

Reima "Of course... We'll go to the beach!" he exclaims.

...

Ciri "What?"

A few hours later :

The coach that they'd taken to get to the nearest beach didn't take long to get to it's destination, it was strange, the driver drove like a man possessed, as if someone was using magic to make him speed up...

Reima whistles as he watches the numerous traffic violations that the bus driver is committing under his not so mild Axii. Ciri sits by the window enthralled by the vehicle itself, not knowing that they shouldn't be going nearly as fast as they are. Reima had taken the liberty of buying a couple swimsuits for her previously, not that she knew this. He didn't know what she expects them to do at the beach, perhaps swim in her normal underwear? No, Reima refuses to let this opportunity go to waste. He mentally counts the many bottles of sunscreen in the bag he'd brought along, inside it contains two towels, a couple bottles of water and of course, an inordinate amount of sunscreen.

Once they arrive to the outskirts of the beach the duo walk towards the rather crowded shores, alas it's to be expected during weather like this... It isn't uncommon to see people doing BBQ's in the rain in this bloody country.

They finding a nice spot to sit Reima lays down both towels on the sand to create makeshift seats should either want to lie down or sun bathe.

Ciri "How is laying in the sun supposed to cool us down?" she asks confused at why he'd even suggest "Sunbathing"

Reima "It's a popular thing in this world, it helps give colour and youth to your skin apparently... Oh, before I forget, I've bought you some outfits to wear while we're here, they're waterproof and used for swimming." he says as he presents the various outfits he'd picked out, needless to say, some of them were... Perverse, to say the least. As the MC of a novel Reima had to adhere to beach episode troupes, even if a little bit. Luckily for Ciri and Reima's well-being there was one outfit that looked similar to what other beach goers were wearing. She reluctantly leaves to put it on, it doesn't take long for her to return wearing it, Reima can barely take his eyes off of her as she uncomfortably shifts under his gaze.

Ciri "Do you mind?" she says as she adjusts the bottoms slightly.

The outfit she's currently wearing is a colourful green and black bikini set that's common in 1994, Reima had wanted to find something resembling those Brazilian dancers would wear but couldn't manage it. Her body was covered in many scars, some from what looks like a whip, some looking like bite and claw marks, this however does not take away from her beauty. Her breasts are between C and D cup's and seem very "Perky", Reima swallows his building up saliva as his gaze lowers, her stomach is flat and slightly muscled. Her entire body is incredibly athletic now that he looks at it. He notices a rose tattoo on her inner thigh and remembers it from the game, she never really went into detail on how she obtained it though.

Reima "Bea-I mean, you're beautiful... I mean the outfit..." he sighs as she smirks at him.

Ciri "Thank you, though don't you have to change into something? You can't expect me to be the only one swimming." she says while crossing her arms under he breasts.

He nods and pulls down his jeans, revealing some Hawaiian looking swim shorts, afterwards throwing his top off.

Ciri eyes his body and unconsciously licks her lips. The first thing she notices is the almost glowing turquoise circle carved into his flesh above his heart. The second, being the scars littering his form, not as numerous as Geralt but still visually jarring for an average person, the third being his incredibly athletic body. He's toned but not huge, more similar to a swimmers physique than a body builders, even if his pecks are slightly larger. Her eyes trail down his form and appreciate his abs before glances at his "Package", she turns her head and blushes slightly when she finds her staring noticed by him.

Reima "Well?" he asks amused at her attitude.

Ciri huffs, "Well nothing, lets get into the water." she says while trudging towards the ocean.

Reima mentally panics, "Ah, wait!... I mean, you still need sunscreen..."

Ciri "Sunscreen?"

Reima "It's a cream that prevents your skin from burning and peeling off." he says as he retrieves a bottle from his bag."

She holds out her hand expecting him to pass it to her...

Reima "Er, this isn't something you should do yourself..." he says while pointing to the various couples applying cream to each other around the beach.

She frowns momentarily before plopping down on her towel, "Just be quick... And if I find your hands wandering I'll cut them off." she says gravely.