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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.]

Date: 2013-02-26 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
"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.

Date: 2013-02-26 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2013-02-27 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
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."

Date: 2013-02-27 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2013-02-27 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
"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.

Date: 2013-02-27 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2013-02-27 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
"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 Date: 2013-02-27 03:56 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-02-27 03:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
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.)

Date: 2013-02-27 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2013-02-27 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2013-02-27 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
It was so weird, how something that simple could feel that good. Just for a second, Olive forgot to be self-conscious, or nervous, or worried that her freckles looked stupid or that she was too skinny or anything, because Victor was touching her and that was roughly four thousand times more important than anything else. She arched up to kiss him, pressing her breasts (whose size she really could not care less about at the moment) up into his hands eagerly.

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.)

Date: 2013-02-27 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Oh god, now clothes were really coming off, and Olive had a momentary battle of nerves because she was probably going to be naked in front of Victor pretty quick here, and he was going to be naked in front of her, and while she very much wanted to see and touch and experience all of that, it was still sort of just sending off little exclamation marks in her brain. (No, not coherent, flaily thoughts. She was really just managing punctuation at this point.)

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.

Date: 2013-02-28 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive sighed, because language that she barely understood shouldn't sound that sexy. Everything was hot right now, though -- Olive felt like sex personified. She dotted a series of soft kisses to Victor's shoulder and upper chest as her hands left his skin, just for a moment.

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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