Meg smiled, watching the way the muscles on his back moved as he pulled the shirt over his head. She always loved the way a mans back moved. All of that pent up strength was a complete turn on, and she couldn’t help but to stare a little. Not that she would feel any shame of he caught her staring; he knew how she thought about him. But with those three words, he had sealed his fate. Meg liked taking chances, defying the odds, and she was about to do just that.
She quietly stepped back and quickly pulled the white sundress over her head, throwing it on the ground next to her towel. She hoped that he was paying enough attention to the fact that he was just about to jump off a cliff to not notice that she was backing up ever so slightly. The back of her mind half wondered how he would react to this act, but she realized that she did not care one bit. At least, not yet. He would still have to catch up to her. Taking a deep breath, Meg sprinted forward and leapt off of the edge of the cliff before Rajah could.
The air washed over her face as she fell through the air, and she pointed her body so that her dive into the warm Greek waters would not end poorly for her. Her fingers hit the water, then her arms, her head next, and soon she was submerged, gravity carrying her deeper into the waters. As she slowed her descent, she turned and began to swim back up to the surface for air. Meg’s face broke the surface first, and she looked back up to the cliff to see Rajah looking back down at her. “Come on in, the water’s fine!” she shouted up, laughing as she did so and swimming back from where she was so that he would have plenty of room to dive.
Rajah took a moment to jump. It wasn’t that he was scared. Not of the jump itself anyway. He was athletic enough to handle it. Other worries were running through his mind. Would she wait long enough for him to recover before jumping? What if something happened to her and he didn’t realize it until he surfaced? What if she tripped when it was her turn to jump? What if she landed wrong? How much good could he do if she broke her neck when she hit the water? He didn’t know how ambulances worked in Greece. He didn’t know if he’d be able to get her to a hospital in time if anything did happen.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away his worries. He could do this. They could do this. Everything was going to be alright. He centered himself and opened his eyes, ready to jump when- suddenly Meg passed him by a blur and before he could even react she was off, over and heading down-
"Meg!" He screamed, not aware of how unmanly it sounded. He watched in horror as she fell through space, noting her practiced form somewhere in the back of his mind. It wasn’t enough to calm him down, break the spell he was under. When she connected with the water he felt like it was him that had done so, his breath taken away in panic as he waited for her to surface. What was she thinking? If something went wrong, how could he get to her in time? He felt paralyzed, chest tightening with the anxiety and lack of oxygen. She had to be okay, she had to be okay, shehadtobeokay-
It seemed like eternity but finally she broke the surface, and she looked fine. Happy even. She waslaughingas if she didn’t realize how close she had been to shattering his world. Of course she didn’t know what she had just done to him. She had never had someone truly care for her; she didn’t know how to let herself truly care for anyone else.
Finally he was sure she was fine, and he took in a deep, shuttering breath of air, only just realizing how long it had been since his last one. If he had been prepared for her jump it wouldn’t have been so bad. But she had surprised him. He had been practically meditating; her action caught him off guard, his brain not ready to process fast enough to do anything but freak out. He wanted to cry, to scream, to kill some one. There was no one to beat up though; the only thing to fight was nature, fate, fear, what ever it was that had him so riled up.
His face, which had been full of abject terror had slid into a blank mask. Finally his eyebrows furrowed in the beginnings of a scowl, and then he was running, leaping, diving off the cliff. He hit in the water in a perfect swimmer’s dive, having plenty of practice in water. He came up fast, recovering faster and caught up to Meg. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her once, unable to stop himself. “What were youdoing?” He hissed, eyes blazed with anger. He wasn’t mad at her so much; more so mad at himself, at his limitations. If he had been Superman it wouldn’t have mattered what she did, he’d always be able to keep her safe. But he wasn’t, and he’d never would be. He was trapped in his mortal body, facing mortal dangers, just doing the best he could.
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the rage melted away, replaced by relief. He pulled Meg close, wrapping his arms around her almost painfully as his chest started to shake with shattered breaths. The anger had been a cover for the fear and helplessness he had been feeling. He hadn’t meant to grab her like that, to accost her.
But she was safe, she was alive, everything was fine. Rajah was left with regret, shame, guilt. He let her go and pushed himself away. She would probably be mad him, probably couldn’t trust him anymore. He had proven that he couldn’t have adventures with her. His gaze fell down on the water before him, waiting for her wrath. Waiting for Meg to leave him. He had ruined everything.
(Source: unwantedbrother, via old-dsameg-account)