Who: Santiago Cervantes and Jolene Cervantes Flint!
What: Beach fun and surprised :]]
Where: The beach! XD
When: This afternoon or so!



Santiago tugged his surfboard out of the waves and started up the small beach. England was definitely not the best place for surfing, but it was what he could do for now. Maybe for Christmas, they could go to Portugal and really experience some good waves. Yes--he was definitely thinking about holidays with Jolene, he was thinking of years with her, let alone a few weeks around Christmas time.

Which would hopefully be more of a reality than a daydream, if this little excursion went well.

Pressing his surfboard into the sand, Santiago dropped down to the towel Jolene was lying on, quite lovely, he might add. His sister teased that he was so smitten by the woman because he'd finally found someone as pretty as himself, and Santiago's ego had to agree. Not that it was the only reason, but it could not be denied that she was gorgeous.

"You put on sun tan lotion, I hope?" he asked with a grin, eyes lingering on his beach bag. He hoped she hadn't gone through it. That would ruin many a surprise.

"Of course not," was her response, a small groan accompanying her words as she rolled over onto her back to smile up at him, shielding her eyes from the sun with the back of her hand. She had to admit, today had been a nearly perfect day. Admittedly, Santiago's suggestion that they go surfing had been met with skepticism and accusations that he just liked watching her hurt herself in embarrassing ways. But in all actuality, it had been enjoyable! It was probably the only sport known to both wizarding and muggle worlds alike that she wasn't complete bollocks at; aside from a minor spill from her board in the beginning, she had actually caught on rather quickly and had proved herself to be relatively decent, if not necessarily good. Which for Jolene was as good as winning olympic gold, judging by the grin on her face.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and gestured to a spot on the towel next to him, looping some wet strands of blonde hair behind her ear as she did so. To say that she was happy with this man didn't even come close to how she felt about the past few months. He was perfect! And he'd seen her Hogwarts' photos without recoiling in disgust, which was simply an added bonus as far as she was concerned.

"I won't get any sun that way. Besides, I never burn. I just tan." And that red forming across her nose and cheekbones? Bah, that was just a trick of the light.

When he accompanied her on the towel, she was sure to roll over so that she was partially on top of him, nuzzling his cheek so that the sopping strings of her hair slithered across his shoulder and chest. "Thankyou for today, it was a lot of fun! And since I did this without breaking any bones in my body - or yours, for that matter - maybe we can do it again before summer is over."

It was a good thing he was a healer, she made him think a lot. He had a ready source of aloe for when Jolene could barely move because every inch of her was burnt, and---he was kind of okay with that. Not with her getting burned, of course, but the idea of taking care of her. Santiago was sure he'd never felt that need to be with someone and try to make their life better before, and it was definitely not the same feeling he had toward his family. No, he wanted to make a better life with Jolene, and was so brilliantly excited about this fact that he could hardly contain himself.

Anyone who knew Santiago knew that he did not rush into things. It took him months to simply call a woman his girlfriend, let alone talk about marriage. Not that he and Jolene had really talked about it, but they'd hinted at things and Santiago believed that---he believed he knew her well enough to know what she'd say.

"And what about next summer, and the summer after that?" he asked, finding a perfect way to get to business. "And after that?"


Her smile widened as she scrunched her face into a mask of extreme contemplation. There was nothing to really think about, of course. The answer was very simple: She wanted to be with him for every summer. But she would play around that answer, chewing on the corner of her bottom lip like she always did when she was thinking particularly hard about something. "Well... I would have to check my schedule. I'm a very busy woman, you know." She wagged her brows at him in a playful manner, then dipped down for a kiss, lips lingering against his as she added, "But something tells me I'll be able to make time for you." She would probably clear her entire calendar and quit her job if it meant having more time with him. Merlin, but she was head over heels for him.

With one arm tracing idle patterns against his collarbone, she stretched the other out so that her head was comfortably pillowed in the crook of her elbow, still near enough to him that all she had to do was crane her neck the slightest bit to kiss him again. "Why, you're not making any elaborate vacation plans, are you?"

Of course, she was one hundred percent joking when she said this, attention drawn down to watch the waves crash against the shoreline.

"I'm thinking of very elaborate plans, mi amor," he murmured, frowning because he had to pull away from her. But, his grin slid back onto his face as he rolled toward his bag and fingered the box inside the inner pocket. Yes. He had always thought that this was going to happen in a more romantic setting, like a candlelit dinner or a room full of flowers and what not. But what he'd learned, somehow, over this rather interesting trip life's taken him on, was that you didn't need to be entirely traditional with your life. Of course, there were some things, but when you knew you would wait forever for a woman to become your wife? Well. You wanted to get that started right away.

He turned back over, sitting up and looking down at Jolene for a second. Santiago pushed his hair out of his face (Deus, his sisters would be harping on him to cut it soon enough) to make sure his vision was all clear. If he was really thinking, he'd be amazed at how calm he was, but maybe that was what was giving him that sense of serenity.

"I think--" he put the box with the ring on her stomach and grinned, "we should spend every summer together."

Ah, she loved his long hair! Running her fingers through it was one of her favorite things to do. Of course, she was sure he would look amazing even if he shaved his head to the skin, but still. She had reached up to push some of the dark strands behind his ear, fingertips brushing the curve of his jaw when he suddenly turned from her to rummage through their bag. She assumed, of course, that he was reaching for the sunscreen, and so hoisted herself up onto her elbows once again, a frown creasing between her eyebrows. "Santi, I told you I don't want any of that," she pouted.

However, she was effectively silenced when a small, black box was dropped down on her stomach, her expression quickly changing from one of mild annoyance to one of complete shock. She stared at it for a moment as though it were some sort of alien device before she pointed at it, flicking her honey-colored eyes between it and his face. "What is that?" she whispered, her words shaking slightly. It couldn't be what she thought it was. It just couldn't. Could it?

Hurriedly pushing herself up into a seated position, she held it cautiously balanced on her lap, eyes growing wider by the second as her fingers fidgeted nervously by the flip-back lid. A nervous giggle betrayed her, and she looked up at him one last time before she finally gathered the courage to open it.

Her free hand promptly made a sound collision with her mouth to muffle a squeal; there was sure to be a hand print there in a moment, but she didn't care. She held it out to him (as though he hadn't already seen it, duh), made a few more squeaking noises from behind her hand, and then, with a bit more composure, managed to ask, "Are you... Is this...?" She certainly hoped so. It was perfect! The ring, the beach, him... everything! "...Santi?"

Now he was nervous. Watching her react, seeing the box opened; aha--yes, now he was nervous. She looked very nervous, so--he didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. Well--she wasn't disgusted. She looked to be in shock. Shock could be good. Deus, where had all his nerve gone? Gone with the sand that was blowing off his shoulders now, and he nearly gawked at the ring as severely as Jolene had been before he snapped himself out of the stupor that had overcome him.

"Ah---" He swallowed, and bent forward and with both hands he took her hand, the one with the ring box held tightly within her fingers. "I love you, I could go on for years about how much I truly do, te quiero, and--will you marry me? I promise to be--the perfect husband."

What more could he say? He could go on for ages about why he wanted her to be his wife, why he believed they could be amazing together; their home, their children, just the lives they would build could be absolutely perfect, he believed. Did she need to hear that? Well--he already beat Alex's proposal, that was for sure. At least he hadn't chucked the ring onto a table and hoped for the best.

Oh dear. Now he was looking nervous. And why was he staring at the ring like that? Was it an accident? Had he not meant to hand it to her? She could feel a small panic attack starting up. But then he moved and he was taking her hand in his, and any trace of fear was quickly replaced by an overwhelming amount of excitement. She was actually trembling by the time he finished his speech, staring at him over the hand that was still smothering the lower half of her face. It was taking her a moment to figure out if this was real... maybe she had dozed off on the towel. But no, this was happening.

And she was nodding. Finally her hand came away from her face so that she could throw both arms around him in an overenthusiastic glomp, her small frame crashing against his with enough force to knock him backwards. But her hand remained tightly wound around that small black box, even as her lips went to cover every inch of his face with kisses. "Yes!" she squeaked, giggling like a fool and whispering that very word over and over in between each kiss. She even added a few 'Sims' in there, too.

When this fit seemed to come towards its end, she contented herself with curling her fingers into his hair and planting a final, long, slow kiss on his lips, a hard feat due to the fact that her own mouth seemed unable to uncurl from its wide smile. "You're already perfect, Santi... I love you so much." She glanced away from his face to look at the ring again with a sigh. "And it's beautiful... it's just gorgeous!"

Ay, he could breath now. Santiago didn't fight back at being pushed to the ground, and reveled in the feel of Jolene and---ah, yes, yes! Sim, even! That made his heart swell a million times its normal size, and this was going to be--this was going to be---there were no words. None, and for a man whose friends often told him to shut up, that was a shock.

Still grinning like a madman, Santiago's hand reached over to pluck the ring from the ring box, to finally and properly put it on her finger. He loved traditions, he did, but putting the ring on Jolene sent exhilarating thrills throughout his body. It meant so much. It was the start of their lives together, it meant that they can move forward and---after all these years, everything seemed to be falling into place.

When the ring was on her finger, Santiago wasted no time in kissing her hand, and then her, and, well--the beach was pretty empty. He pushed forward and over her, kissing her soundly; they definitely needed to celebrate before spreading the news.

She giggled again, marveling at the sight of her hand adorned with that lovely diamond. This was everything she dreamed it would be... a perfect man, a perfect ring, a perfect proposal... she was in la-la-land right now, and would have happily stayed there if he hadn't suddenly given her such a good reason to snap out of it. Humming, she reached up and wound her arms around his shoulders, offering no resistance whatsoever as he rolled them over so that he was atop of her.

Even the smallest kiss from him seemed capable of sending electric currents through her body, so when he kissed her like that... well, a small moan was cooed against his bottom lip as she pressed the back of her head into the towel so she could take a breath, blinking at him from beneath her lashes. A small flush crept into her complexion as the realization dawned on her... marriage meant consumation. Or at least she certainly hoped that's what it meant. But still, the thought was enough to make her fidget and giggle unexpectedly.

She was such a dork, it wasn't even funny. Instead of trying to explain herself, she simply pulled him down to her for another searing kiss.