ultron_junior | Manchaghast Cabin on The Siren, Tuesday Afternoon

Entry tags:

Manchaghast Cabin on The Siren, Tuesday Afternoon

Victor had spent the morning out and about, but after lunch he came back to the cabin and flopped back on his bed. He meant to just change into a swimsuit and head for the beach, but he found his eyes wandering toward Olive's side of the cabin and stayed where he was just to think for a minute.

He liked sharing the space with her. He'd been a little nervous that the whole experience would be awkward, but it hadn't been: It was like hanging out on the trips they'd taken together before, except at the end of the day they went to sleep in the same room. It was just they'd been dating a while now, and he'd thought maybe ...

Never mind what he thought. Things were good, and he wasn't about to wreck the relationship by pushing for more than they had. Even if some part of him wanted to.

[OOC: For the girl, and headed into the land of NSFW.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Maybe he could adapt and live on land with me," Olive said reasonably. "Like, in a kiddie pool. Though that does seen limiting, and one of your better qualities is that you're not tethered to water, so I'll probably just stick with you."

Good thinking, Olive.

"Did you have a thrilling morning?"

Edited 2013-02-26 19:52 (UTC)

"It's good to know I beat a fish," Victor said. "And I kind of did? I went on the hike. You should go see the ruins. They're all ... old and ruin-y."

That sounded inviting.

"But way cool."

"There were some by where I was swimming," Olive said, nodding eagerly. "I feel like we're going to end up in the background of something in National Geographic or something."

She sighed, flopping back on the bed. "Like, seriously, this school does not screw around when it comes to trips."

"Not at all," Victor said, shaking his head. "Africa, Turkey ... I'm still kind of hoping for Australia next year. We could adopt kangaroos."

Edited 2013-02-26 20:18 (UTC)

Olive -- who was increasingly aware of how little she was wearing (which -- whatever, she was like the queen of barely wearing clothes) and once again pondering the ramifications of this room-sharing business -- twined her fingers through his. "You'll just have to smuggle me along next year," she decided. "I'm really pretty compact when I try."

"I could just bring one extra suitcase," Victor said -- a bit distractedly, since now he was thinking about how little she was wearing. "Gert brought her dinosaur, smuggling a girlfriend would be nothing."

He rolled onto his side and propped his spare head on his hand to get a better look at her. "Is that bikini new?"

"Uh huh," she said, blushing a little. Look, Olive may have been used to being ogled, but it was a whole different story when you actually cared about the person who was looking at you. "I figured visiting international waters counts as one of the better reasons to splurge, right?"

One of her feet gently crept up his leg. Olive figured that the best way to combat any nerves -- and it was stupid to be nervous because they were just innocently lying here on a bed in the room they shared, okay? -- was to do what felt natural. And to get out of her head, but like that would ever happen.

And now she was blushing, like she could read his mind or something, and the combination of that and her foot on his bare leg below his shorts made Victor blush and ... move his leg a little so their feet were tangled.

"Definitely," he said. "It looks good on you. It deserved a nice trip. Maybe I should've gotten one."

"Think it might look a little different on you," Olive said softly, sliding her foot against his because hello, that felt interesting. Which was dumb, since they were just feet, but whatever. She shifted a bit to curl her lower leg hesitantly over his, and -- okay, seriously, they had made out for cumulative hours. Possibly even days. So it was really dumb that this whole room-sharing, scantily-clad thing should make her this attuned to legs, of all things. "You might get some weird looks."

"We're technically in Europe," Victor said. "Don't they have, like, nude beaches here? I'd fit right in."

In a bikini. Right. To be fair, Victor's brain wasn't quite on full power -- a lot of it was occupied with legs, and feet, and ... he was kind of in a perfect position to bring their joined hands up, skim his fingertips lightly over the knot in Olive's sarong.

It was weird how that tiny little movement sent a whole flock of butterflies through Olive's stomach. (Was flock right? Maybe pack? Herd? Olive really didn't care at the moment) She uncurled her fingers from Victor's and reached up to gently trace his jawline with her fingertip -- at least that was familiar territory. "Not sure that even the Europeans wouldn't balk at a guy in beachwear-drag. I mean, maybe in France."

"I think in France they're just way too arrogant to stare," Victor said. He squirmed a bit under her touch, and the green of his eyes almost seemed to get brighter as he gazed into hers. "Like New York, right?"

His freed fingers started idly playing along that sarong knot -- not quite trying to untie it, but exploring the possibility.

"Totally," Olive agreed, skimming her hand back to the base of his neck to fan lightly through his hair. Her brain had sort of checked out a little, because there were fingers playing with the knot on the thing that was doing most of her covering-up duty. She thought about going ahead and just untying it for him, but that seemed pushy. Right? She had no idea. "I mean, they're very busy, anyway, what with being French and like, wearing berets and saying their whole language through their noses. Totally too busy and arrogant to stare at some guy in a bikini."

"Especially with their time-consuming eating cheese and surrendering hobbies," Victor told her, and made a low, nervous chuckling sound. "It ... feels kind of different to be doing this when we don't have to worry about Alec or Karolina wandering in."

Different good, as his body language was probably telling her. But different!

"Uh huh." Olive's voice was lower than it usually was, though she guessed that was better than being weirdly high-pitched out of nowhere. "No risk of embarrassment, or getting interrupted...or whatever."

Yep. Olive's nerves were even worse, now that she'd vocalized that, but she did manage to smile a little up at him. "So...hi."

Smooth, Penderghast.

"Hey," Victor returned awkwardly. "And right. Privacy is good. So ...."

He was failing at the words part. They just weren't coming; he lost ever train of thought he found. It was almost sudden when he moved in to kiss her.

Olive arched up to meet the kiss, exhaling sharply through her nose. It wasn't like she was surprised -- if he hadn't, she would've within a few seconds anyway, just to do something about the awkwardness. (And because she wanted to. She really, really wanted to.) Her free arm slid around his waist, her fingertips skimming up under his shirt experimentally.

He got all this access to her skin at the moment. It made her a little bold.

Olive's lips seemed to have the slightest tingle of salt, even if it was just the ocean in the air. Victor's tongue darted out to experience it a little more.

He felt her hands on his back and was damn certain he was about to melt. It was sillyb-- it wasn't like she'd never seen him with his shirt off -- but being in their own room made the whole thing seem extra intense. He squirmed and shifted, trying to just get the shirt off.

"This okay?" he asked. "It seems more -- fair."

[OOC: Night!]

"It's totally okay," Olive said, kind of embarrassed by how breathy her voice came out. Shirtless boyfriend was always awesome. Shirtless boyfriend who was basically a couple inches of just being on her, while she was also barely wearing clothes? Beyond awesome. Brain-breakingly awesome. "I'm very impressed with your sense of fairness," she added, inanely, replacing her hand on his lower back and marveling inwardly at how warm he was. Was she that warm? Probably. She felt like she was probably, like, purple from blushing at this point.

[sleep well!]

Edited 2013-02-27 03:56 (UTC)

"It's one of the best things about me," Victor said, equally inanely, because for all the computerized brain power he had, it wasn't really functioning right now. It had gone off to happily calculate pi or alphabetize things or do whatever databases did when they weren't needed. "How fair I am."

Her skin was warm and soft against his, and she felt both delicate and strong. The rhythm of their heartbeats thudded in his ears.

All there was to do was to kiss her again.

Olive was pretty sure that was the best course of action ever. She couldn't think straight right now, though her brain was trying its hardest with its insistence on wondering things like, I hope I'm not making a weird face, and Holy shit, how would anyone even know I'm making a weird face right now, shut up.

Olive's brain, unfortunately, refused to wander off to calculate pi. If only.

She sighed softly into the kiss, a little self-conscious once she realized how needy it sounded, and skimmed her hand up his back. And then her free hand was reaching down to her sarong to undo it, because what was the harm in that? It wasn't really doing anything, anyway. It was like a scarf. Totally decorative. It wasn't like she was taking her pants off or something.

(She wasn't even wearing pants, though. Oh god.)

Victor stopped moving as the sarong slipped away. True, it hadn't actually done all that much concealing, but with it gone he realized a bikini was basically the same as underwear. So he had Olive just about in her underwear in a room that nobody else was going to walk into, and while his shorts were baggy they were not exactly made of chain mail.

It all felt amazing.

He heard that needy sigh and matched it with one of his own as, with one shaky hand, he started edging down a strap on her bikini top.

Okay, Olive needed to stop freaking out internally. They had been going out for months, this was Victor -- who she actually kind of really cared about, which maybe was why she was freaking out, more than anything else -- and this was no big deal. Like, come on, it was totally normal to just wander around topless in certain parts of the world. Having one's boyfriend removing one's bikini top? Totally no big deal.

Olive was not really convincing herself.

The upshot was that this mental flailing was totally being ignored in favor of Olive helping him out with the other strap, and reaching behind her back to just undo the stupid thing entirely.

And then...there she was, unable to say anything intelligent as she gazed up at him, her eyes wide and more pupil than green. "So hi. Um."

Beautiful and articulate as always, Olive. Shut up.

Victor would have agreed with the beautiful part, anyhow. He brought his eyes up to her face.

"Hi," he agreed, noting her nerves and feeling his own run through him like a tiny shock of static. "Look, this might be a dumb question but are you okay with this? Because I don't want to -- you know. Be a creep."

Olive had dealt with enough creeps in her life.

Olive was already shaking her head before he'd even finished. "You could never be a creep," she promised softly. "No, no, no -- I'm okay. Seriously. I'm like -- " she huffed out a breath, nervously, and smiled. "I'm better than okay. It's just...you know. New."

Not totally new, but they were sort of playing jump rope with the threshold of stuff she'd done before versus totally uncharted territory.

"Are you okay?" Dumb question -- she was pretty aware of how he was doing -- but she felt like she had to ask, anyway.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject