Who: Mickey Smith and Martha Jones What: A date! Where: The beach! When: Backdated: August 4th Rating: PG Status: In Progress//To be finished in comments
A beach date wasn’t something that Mickey did very often, but he liked the idea of spending time with Martha where they could both just relax. So, he packed up a bag with towels, sunscreen, sunglasses, water, and a few other essentials before he tossed them into the backseat of his car and drove over to Martha’s place. He hoped that it wouldn’t be terribly busy at the beach and they would be able to just have a nice time together. It had also been a while since they had gone out as well and he honestly found himself missing her. So with a smile on his face as he thought about her he pulled into a parking spot and called her cell phone to let her know that he was here.
Martha had been so busy at the hospital, with everything that had been going on in Orange County over the summer that even on her days off she hadn’t made it to the beach yet that summer, which was slightly depressing. Deciding that she was going to go on her next day off, no matter what, she decided to ask Mickey if he’d like to join her, since they really hadn’t gotten a chance to see one another in a while. That and it would be a nice little date as well.
She’d spent the morning getting ready, choosing a simple black bikini and covered it with a tank top and denim shorts for the drive to the beach. She too packed a bag and as her phone rang, she slid her finger across the bottom of the screen, smiling as she brought it up to her ear, “Are you outside?” As she asked the question, she slid her feet into her flip flops and grabbed her bag.
“Yep, I’m right out here. Come on down and I’ll flash my high beams at you,” he teased as he leaned back in his seat a little bit. He knew the drill of not turning off his phone until he could see her clearly in his eyes. His mind wandered for a moment to wonder what she would be wearing at the beach. He couldn’t complain about the choices women made when it came to going into the water, “You making your way down here?”
Martha was already out the door even as he spoke, walking down the path towards the parking area of her complex, “No, I just woke up actually. Do you mind waiting a while so I can take a shower and get ready?” She teased, smirking as she emerged at the end of the path and spotted his car, “Might be about an hour or so.” Even as she spoke, she waved to him and walked towards the car.
“Well, that is just rude. And honestly, I’m not surprised. You work long hours so every once and a while you need to nap. And now I know that I should buy you an alarm because you’re horrible to wake up,” he teased her back as he kept his eyes trained on her door. He saw her come out and smirked slightly, “You must have been bitten by a radioactive hedgehog because you got some speed skills. How lovely to see you. Now come on over into my creepy car.”
Martha laughed as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder while holding the phone to her ear with her other hand, “One with a really loud and obnoxious ring so that I can’t sleep through it even if I try?” She asked, walking across the lot, towards his car, “It was blue and had red sneakers too. I thought it was some strange cat at first. Should have known there was something strange about it when it asked me if I had any gold rings.” She stopped only a few feet from the car, narrowing her eyes at Mickey and the car, attempting to keep a smirk off her lips, “I don’t know, my mother always told me never to get into cars with handsome strangers.”
“Hahahaha,” he couldn’t help but laugh quite a bit at her joke. The part about the gold rings absolutely killed him and he was quite impressed by her quick wit, “Well, you definitely got drugged by something. Must have been all the radioactivity.” When she stopped outside his car he leaned forward to look at her and raised an eyebrow with a smirk, “What your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Until you tell me not to be.”
Martha laughed and quirked a brow at him, “Oh, well in that case, I’ll get in. Do you have candy too?” She waited until she had rounded the car to the passenger side and had gotten in before actually pressing end on her phone and turning to Mickey, “Ready for a day at the beach?” Martha had been looking forward to this ever since they had made plans and was glad that it was panning out.
He didn’t even bother to answer her question because she got to the door before he got a chance to answered. So, when she got in he smiled at her and let out a chuckle, “I have candy and a puppy! It’s the perfect trap. But yes, I am extremely ready for a day at the beach. This should be quite nice. I’m ready to just relax with you. I’m glad that you’re finally able to take the day off.” Once she was inside and buckled up he turned on the car and backed out of the spot.
“Oh man, that is a good trap.” Martha smirked as she buckled her seatbelt. The more time she spent with Mickey, the more she liked him and while she was pretty sure that he liked her just as much, she didn’t want to scare him away by telling him just yet. She didn’t know how he felt about relationships just yet, but that wouldn’t stop her from hanging out with him as often as possible, “I’m so happy to have a day off. Work has slowed down a little, but the life of a doctor is still crazy no matter what.”
“I bet it is. I am quite impressed that you’re able to keep up with your life as a doctor. It seems incredibly difficult and exhausting. So, take all the days off that you can and hopefully you’ll enjoy your life a little more,” he commented as he got the car turned around so they could drive to the beach. He had put the address into his gps because he wasn’t completely sure how to get there from her place, “And I’m honored that you would spend your precious time off with me. Hopefully we’ll have a lot of fun.”
"Well, it was either spend time with you or lounge around watching infomercials all day," Martha smirked, glancing over at Mickey. While he was driving, it was easy to watch him without his realizing it and she didn't care of that sounded extremely creepy, because she enjoyed looming at him. "Unless it starts raining or one of us gets stung by a jellyfish, I foresee fun in our future."
“Wait, you picked me over infomercials? I feel really flattered because infomercials are really fascinating things to watch. I mean, who doesn’t need a new blender, hair care product, or fitness class? Those are my favorite things to watch when I can’t get to sleep at night,” a slow smile spread over his face as he spoke because he knew none of it was true and some infomercials were the worst things ever invented, “But I’m glad that you foresee fun in our future. I would like to continue having fun with you. So far I think we’re batting well with our amount of fun on these dates. Let’s keep the streak going.”