“Ash?”

“Yeah?”

Spencer pauses before lifting herself up and turning over onto her stomach. Ashley is lying on her back, watching her with curious eyes. And soon Spencer’s cheek is pressing into the fabric of the thin shirt that the older girl is wearing. She feels the rhythm of Ashley’s breathing again, closer, and it feels like it could surround her now.

Small hands grip at Ashley’s sides before slipping under the cotton, grasping at heated flesh to aid her chilled fingers.

***

The heat that had been bathing the beach wears off slowly. It slips away as the sun begins to curve around the other side of the world. The sand cools bare feet, making toes dig deeper beneath it in a futile attempt to keep warm. They won’t leave. Just a little longer…

***

“Spence.” Ashley’s voice is soft and drifts down to Spencer. The blonde looks up, blue eyes wide and shining. “Come here…”

Spencer slides up Ashley’s body now, and she can see her shudder at the warm body pressed tightly against her. Blonde hair hangs like a curtain around Ashley’s face. The veil lowers as Spencer does.

Closer to Ashley.

Their lips touch, and a slow sizzle moves between them. The air pops and cracks as they part and meet again, mouths opening slowly before they fall inside.

***

Somewhere there’s a cracking. A shift in the ground. The plates of the earth are pulling apart, and it’s something slow and beautiful. The fire in the sky threatens to ignite the sand with its unbearable orange glow.

Pray for the end of the world.

***

They’re gasping, curling and arching into each other. Red lips, bruised from hard kisses, wash hot breath over strained necks. Spencer presses her face tightly against the soft skin in front of her, and whimpers escape from her before she realizes that they are even there.

Fabric scratches against fabric, awkwardly placed hands find each other and press hard. Throaty sounds come from the girl beneath her; her small frame bows, and Spencer can only press against her harder, so tightly the blonde can feel the button from Ashley’s jeans digging into her stomach. And she doesn’t even notice the pain in her wrist from her hand deeply buried inside the rough material. She doesn’t notice it because Ashley’s hand is doing the same.

***

It breaks. All the way down to the core, releasing pressure and heat in an explosion that begins to snap loose the threads holding the globe together at its seams. Dirt and grit slide down with the rest of the land mass. It’s sinking into the ocean, bubbling and steaming, adding to the heat.

A deep rumble shakes everything left to be seen. It continues for a moment that seems to last forever, finally subsiding into gentle shudders before continuing its slow destruction.

***

She breaks. A strangled cry moves from her lips directly into Ashley’s ear. A harsh exhalation shoots across the tanned neck below her. The brunette moans in desperation, arching her hips upwards frantically against Spencer’s hand. The younger girl can’t help but pause.

Her eyes are screwed tightly shut, but she can still see. She can see Ashley’s face twisted as she approaches. She can see them sinking in the sand beneath their blanket.

She can see the sky in flames, and it’s the end of the world.

***

And it is done. No monumental climax to be had. The frantic climb upwards ends in a slow slide downwards. It was a messy creation, and now it is a clean destruction. Pieces of earth shift and break apart, sinking down into the boiling depths. It’s a slow simmer that wears off when the sun finally disappears for good.

The sky is a deep black, glittering with stars just waiting to be touched.

***

Soft lips, murmurs, caresses. There are no words professing love.

Two girls kiss in the darkness.

And that’s how the world ends.