**Swept Away by the Tide**

The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own private universe of desire. As they moved, the tides of desire washed over them, carrying them on a wave of passion that threatened to consume them whole. The sound of the waves grew louder, a crescendo of water and air that seemed to echo the rhythm of their hearts. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The beach house, the town, the world beyond the dunes – all were forgotten. All that existed was the two of them, lost in the swirling vortex of their desire. Bobby's hands roamed over Athena's body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Athena's skin tingled with pleasure, her body responding to Bobby's touch like it always did. As they surrendered to the tide of passion, their love became a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting. The waves crashed against the shore, a symphony of water and sound that seemed to match the beat of their hearts. The air was alive with electricity, and their love was the spark that set it all ablaze. In the aftermath of their passion, they lay entwined on the beach house floor, their chests heaving, their bodies slick with sweat. The moon cast a silver glow over them, illuminating the contours of their bodies as they lay there, spent and sated. Athena's fingers wandered over Bobby's chest, tracing the muscles beneath his skin. "I'm so glad we did that," she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. Bobby smiled, his eyes closing as he let out a contented sigh. "Me too," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. As they lay there, the world slowly crept back in. The sound of the waves receded, replaced by the distant hum of a car driving by on the highway. The beach house creaked and groaned, the wooden floorboards shifting beneath them. Athena sat up, her hair tangled and her skin flushed. "I'm starving," she said, her voice sudden and unexpected. Bobby laughed, his eyes opening as he sat up beside her. "Let's go get some food," he said, his voice rough from disuse. As they stumbled to their feet, Athena's eyes met Bobby's, and she smiled. They were both of them a little worse for wear, their hair tangled and their skin flushed. But they were happy, lost in their own private universe of love and desire. They made their way to the kitchen, their movements slow and easy. The fridge was stocked with leftovers, and they heated up a couple of pizzas, eating them on the patio as the sun began to rise over the ocean. As they ate, they talked, their conversation easy and relaxed. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and their desires. They talked about their love, and the way it made them feel. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Athena leaned over and kissed Bobby, her lips soft and gentle. "I love you," she whispered. Bobby smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I love you too," he said, his voice full of emotion. And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that their love would carry them through, no matter what the future held.