Title: Romantic Pairing: Ry/Col Rating: R, I suppose, for language Summary: couldn't get the line "we made love on a jetty under the light of the moon" out of my head. We made love on a jetty under the light of the moon. Sounds romantic, doesn't it? Do you know what a jetty is? It's a fucking rock sticking out into the fucking ocean. It was covered in matted sand and sticky seaweed and what we discovered to be a piece of jelly fish. I'm surprised Colin isn't scarred for life. The spray was nearly freezing, and the only reason we didn't suffer from hypothermia was that the day had been swelteringly hot. The next day I found ugly purple bruises all along my shins, and I do believe I have a permanent dent in one of my knee caps. But you know what? It was romantic. Afterwards we lay on our backs, staring up at the stars and letting the salty ocean spray cover us. And no, it wasn't exremely comfortable, but it was just the two of us, side by side, Colin toying with my fingers as we talked about nothing in particular. It was almost as if we were the last two people on earth. My curiousity is satisfied and I doubt we'll ever go back there, but I will remember it with fondness for the rest of my life.