"We are not having this argument again, Aaron!" you shout over the noise of the waves hitting the sand. "I am not getting in that damn ocean!"

You and Aaron had been working for weeks on a new movie you were both starring in. After spending tireless hours on set, you decided to take a vacation in Los Angeles. Though you had promised to join him on the beach today, you swore that you would not set foot in the water. Aaron, however, made it his mission to change that.

Aaron strides over to you. "Do I have to drag you into that water, kicking and screaming?"

You place your hands on your hips, looking up at the brunet with determination. "Have you ever seen Jaws? The Shallows, perhaps? Bloody hell, even Finding Nemo! I am not putting a toe into that water. Got that, Johnson?"

Aaron's face turns into a mischievous, boyish grin. "Oh, really? Not a single toe, eh, [Y/L/N]?"

You step back, pointing a finger in his direction. "Hell no. I know that look. I invented that look. You're planning something devious, I know it."

Aaron moves like the quick avenger he plays and wraps an arm tightly around you, pulling you up and over his shoulder. "That's it! You leave me no other choice, Ms. [Y/N]. Extreme measures must be taken."

"Aaron! I swear to God, I will kill you if you--!" A wave of warm water hits you on the back, and you gasp in surprise. "That's it! You're going down, Johnson. You're going to pay for this later."

Aaron places you down in the two feet of water. He grins at your scowl and leans down to peck you on the cheek. "I know, but it was worth it."

"Oh, really?"