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While the event out at the Siren Cove Lodge and Resort hadn't been a bad way to start off in a new town, April hadn't bothered trying to get a room, instead opting to return to her apartment in town. She supposes she might have been able to find someone willing to share, but she's not quite prepared to jump into such arrangements, instead choosing to watch those around her, interacting with them to test the waters and see what they might be able to do for her.

Today she's doing a bit of exploring. She walks the boardwalk, looking into store windows as she goes -- a few of them are closed, their owners out at the Lodge, she expects -- and then through town. She passes the library, a police station, several cafes and small restaurants. Thus far she isn't sure what to make of Siren Cove, if the name has anything to do with what she might find or if she's just killing more time before she has to move on again. There's a part of her that wants to find nothing except a little bit of fun, but there's another, quiet part of her looking for something more. Some explanation as to what she is, where she's come from.

She's wearing a cute summer dress and a pair of strappy heels and she's dressed this way with intention. It's a sweet, approachable look and yet the heels are just unstable enough for it to look genuine when she trips, one ankle twisting as she reaches out for the nearest passerby.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," she says, laughing at herself, looking faintly embarrassed. "It's these shoes. Are you alright?"

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"Is it?" she asks, turning to look at him when they stop. His hand is a warm weight on her hip and she can't deny there's trouble in his mouth, that much is certain, but there's a little part of her, the part that likes to play, that wants to flash her teeth sharpened to points. Just to prove there might be trouble to be found on her lips as well. But that's too much revealed at once, so when she smiles up at him, she's still entirely human, not a hint of her siren form to be seen.

"What sort of trouble?" she asks. "Or is this a show don't tell sort of story?"

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"The kind of trouble that usually means being late for a party," he replied with a grin at her follow up question. Gaze dipping to her lips, he felt the tug of desire as she smiled back up at him. Licking his own lips, he pulled April a little closer. Hips bumping against hers as he leaned down a little. "Definitely more of a show kind of story."

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"I have all afternoon, I'm definitely not expected anywhere," she murmurs, laying her palm flat against Will's stomach, her fingers curling under just slightly. He's so warm and close and it's been weeks since she's been this near to someone. Maybe it's not going to benefit her to give in, but it's only a little. Only a kiss.

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"Maybe you're the trouble I should be worried about then," he replied in a soft, wry murmur as his hands reached up to brush an errant strand of hair from her face. Lips tugging into a warm smile, he sucked in a breath as he hand brushed against his stomach. She was definitely trouble and he just loved trouble.

Leaning down he brushed a teasing kiss against her lips, hand sliding down to press her more up against him. The heat of her skin through that damned dress making him kiss her a little harder.

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This is not at all what she'd expected when she'd left her apartment this morning, but it's certainly moving in a direction April is more than happy to follow. At least for the time being. Will is handsome, has money and likely some influence, and April thinks that's the sort of thing she might want to ride for just a little while.

She gives a soft hum, pressing into the kiss as she curls her fingers in the material of his shirt, tugging him against her. When they part, she's smiling and she nods. "Definitely trouble in that mouth."