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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.]
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.]
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Date: 2013-02-26 09:27 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-26 09:44 pm (UTC)"Definitely," he said. "It looks good on you. It deserved a nice trip. Maybe I should've gotten one."
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Date: 2013-02-27 12:22 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-27 02:01 am (UTC)His freed fingers started idly playing along that sarong knot -- not quite trying to untie it, but exploring the possibility.
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Date: 2013-02-27 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-27 02:21 am (UTC)Different good, as his body language was probably telling her. But different!
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Date: 2013-02-27 02:48 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:19 am (UTC)He got all this access to her skin at the moment. It made her a little bold.
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:40 am (UTC)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!]
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:49 am (UTC)[sleep well!]
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Date: 2013-02-27 02:01 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:34 pm (UTC)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.)
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:55 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 04:26 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 05:00 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 05:05 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2013-02-27 05:39 pm (UTC)Not new to him the same way it was to Olive, maybe. But the freedom, the relatively uncomplicated happiness of it all -- that was new. And how intensely he was into Olive on every level -- that was new, too.
He moved so he could play his fingertips over her breasts. It felt like the thing to do, if they were both okay.
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Date: 2013-02-27 06:13 pm (UTC)Working off the principle of, "This feels good, so I should do it," she slid her hand from his back to press lightly against his abdomen. One fingertip idly played with his waistband -- in the back of her mind, she sort of hoped he'd brought condoms, because she was an idiot who hadn't thought of a freaking cruise where they were sharing a room as being the ideal place to maybe need one. Stupid Olive.
(Though now she was sort of marveling at how fast that had started to seem like the best idea ever. Whatever. Olive wasn't arguing -- she'd seen way too many Molly Ringwald movies to not realize that when it felt right, you should probably just go for it.)
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Date: 2013-02-27 06:30 pm (UTC)He was very glad he'd been optimistic enough to stash a pack of condoms at the back of his suitcase just in case.
Victor brought down a hand, started to wriggle out of his shorts. He was feeling like he was wearing too many clothes again.
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Date: 2013-02-27 06:54 pm (UTC)More than anything else, Olive needed to be touching him, and for him to keep touching her -- she felt like an idiot for not doing this sooner. Her hands skimmed lightly along his hips and up his chest, one palm pressing over his heart just for a moment, just to feel it. She'd move down lower in a moment -- it was her first time. She was going to just sort of explore him.
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Date: 2013-02-27 09:38 pm (UTC)His lips curved up in a smile as his hands kept roaming over her upper body, with one occasionally straying to her legs.
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Date: 2013-02-28 01:41 am (UTC)She had a pretty good reason, though -- she hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottoms to slide them off, ignoring any twinges of shyness, and no sooner had she kicked them off her foot than her hands were back on Victor. She traced the fingertips of one hand lightly on his abdomen before skimming curiously lower, her touch light and experimental.
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