Manchaghast Cabin on The Siren, Tuesday Afternoon

[ultron_junior]

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.]

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Initially, moving felt sort of weird, too -- but after a moment, Olive found herself falling into the rhythm he set and arching her hips up just slightly to meet his. That helped, and within a few seconds she began to really understand how great this could be. It still felt uncomfortable -- sort of constricted, though she figured that was an issue that would resolve itself in time -- but now there was pulse of something warm and powerful and mostly-dormant, too. With her instincts sort of taking over as far as moving against him was concerned, Olive was free to skim her hands along Victor's back, her nails lightly grazing his skin.

She already was starting to feel like she'd never get enough of feeling like this, and Olive was savvy enough to know that it would get much better, still.

[ultron_junior]

The next time Victor fell into one of his moods where he got preoccupied by thoughts of being Ultron's son, potential future supervillain, not exactly a person, he was going to try to remember this and how simply, wonderfully human it was.

The thought disappeared almost as soon as it had formed. He made a light, proud growling sound at the prick of her nails, moving his face to nuzzle closely into the crook of her neck. He started to move a bit faster, dancing toward that edge.

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Olive really didn't think she could be more turned on than she already had been, and then Victor made that sound, and she felt an actual shiver go down her spine. (And never again would she mock paperback bodice-rippers for describing something that hot so accurately.)

She hooked a leg across the backs of his, arching her back so she could kiss him again. It was becoming increasingly imperative that she be touching him as much as she possibly could.

[ultron_junior]

Victor was an exceptional 18-year-old in many ways, but in one way he was exactly like every other straight and not incredibly sexually experienced 18-year-old guy: When somebody this special hooked her slim leg around his, and arched up to kiss him and touch him more -- it was pretty much game over. He was gone, exploding into the stratosphere.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

He fisted a hand into the bedspread, trying to hold on for long enough to get her there, too.

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That wasn't going to happen -- Olive was, generally, a perfectly average 18 year-old girl, and it didn't seem like any miracles were going to happen here for her first time.

Which wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying herself immensely. Feeling him catapult off that metaphorical edge was one of the most amazing things she'd experienced yet, as was the knowledge that it was because of her.

And it was only going to get better.

Even without the fireworks on her end, Olive was feeling pretty tingly and warm and a little sore, but mostly just happy. It was that simple. She pressed up to kiss along Victor's neck, slow and gentle and soft.

[ultron_junior]

That was .... okay. Wow. Victor needed a moment here to remember how to breathe. He rolled to the side, curling his body against hers. He felt sweat-sticky and tired and deeply connected with Olive, even now that their bodies weren't anymore.

He opened his eyes, licked his lips. ".... hi."

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"Hi," Olive echoed softly, feeling sort of drowsy -- but still fairly alert -- and just warm and sweet and sort of floaty. Yes, she ached a little bit, but that was so not even close to being a priority. At all. "So...wow."

Eloquent.

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"Yeah." They were having a battle of extreme eloquence here, apparently. Victor smiled lazily, resting his hand on her stomach as he tried to focus. "This is ... probably the wrong time to say I think I'm in love with you, isn't it? Not just because of the, um, the wow, but --"

Victor was pretty sure his timing on it was wrong, that you weren't supposed to make a girl feel like you thought sex and love were the same thing. But he wanted to say it, and he figured Olive would know how to take it even if she didn't say it back.

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Olive's eyes widened out of their sleepy half-lidded gaze. She felt like she'd been shocked with a cattle prod, but...somehow in a nice way? Weirdly enough, she hadn't actually expected to hear that, and as much as that particular word had sort of been rattling around in her brain for the last couple weeks, she found herself unable to say it back right now. It wasn't that she didn't love him -- she did, and it was weird to actually say that even in her head, now.

But she couldn't make herself say it aloud until she'd really processed that. He deserved for it to be something she at least thought about, first.

"I don't think there's a better time to say it than when I already feel like this," Olive replied softly, hoping that was an okay response, and leaned in to kiss him.

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"Then I'm glad I said it," Vicotr answered, just as soft, before he surrendered to that kiss.

She hadn't said it back, and even if some part of Victor was disappointed, it was ultimately okay -- this was Olive, he knew she wasn't the type to blurt out things without thinking them over. It was just as good to be lying beside her, kissing her, naked and warm and utterly at peace.

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Olive curled closer to rest her head on Victor's chest -- as bad as she was at being a cuddler, this just felt natural. His words were still echoing around in her head, and she was still processing that, not to mention, you know, everything else. "So, um. That was okay?" she asked, more hesitantly than she'd have liked.

She was pretty sure it was more than okay, despite her not doing a whole lot or knowing what to do, but...you know. She maybe needed to hear that he didn't think her first attempt at sex was awful, despite the evidence.

[ultron_junior]

Victor raised his head a bit at that. A fraction. Just enough to meet her eyes without breaking the embrace. "I thought it was amazing, yeah," he said, then -- some trepidation in his tone -- "Was it ... not for you?"

And now he was back to being nervous he'd hurt her again, but somehow he didn't think that was the problem.

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"It was perfect for me," she said softly, watching him carefully. "I just -- you know, it was my first time, and no one's good at anything their first time." She shrugged, snuggling closer against him. "But as far as first times go -- on a boat, in Turkey, with you...yeah. 'Perfect' is the right word."

[ultron_junior]

"And we had our first kiss in Africa," Victor remembered fondly, nestling even closer. His doubts seemed to be allayed by her answer. "Man, our anniversary dinner's gonna have to be on Mars at this rate."

He propped his head on his hand. "And, I thought you were pretty much spectacular, first time or not. But we could go for more practice in a little, if you really want."

He was considerate that way.

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"So altruistic of you," Olive noted with a giggle, leaning in to kiss him again.

She had a feeling that without a Karolina or an Alec to potentially make uncomfortable, the rest of the trip was going to consist of a lot of practice in this particular area.

She was so far from complaining about that that it wasn't funny, though.