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April honestly isn't sure why she's here.
Les had said something about dinner and before she could even think about what she was saying, she had found herself agreeing and now she's here, uncertain, on unsteady ground, and neither of these are things she likes being. It's not a date, she doesn't go on dates, she simply does what she needs to do in order to get by, but befriending a witch she'd met first in a bar and then on the beach has little to do with just getting by. She doesn't need him in any way to get the things she wants.
But she's here anyway and she doesn't entirely understand why.
She'd put on a simple green dress and a pair of sandals, left her hair loose around her shoulders. She's left her taser at home, too, because she can't imagine Les doing anything that would require her needing it, which is stupid. It's how people get into trouble, by assuming they know things about a person they've spent barely any time with at all, but she's confident in her decision at the same time, just one more conflicting thought in a long line of conflicting thoughts.
It isn't even that she's here simply because she wants to sleep with him -- though she wouldn't say no. If that was all she wanted, she's certain there are less difficult ways to go about it. In short, there isn't much she understands about Les or about what she's doing.
But she's here anyway and she fixes the hem of her dress before knocking on the door of the guest house.
Les had said something about dinner and before she could even think about what she was saying, she had found herself agreeing and now she's here, uncertain, on unsteady ground, and neither of these are things she likes being. It's not a date, she doesn't go on dates, she simply does what she needs to do in order to get by, but befriending a witch she'd met first in a bar and then on the beach has little to do with just getting by. She doesn't need him in any way to get the things she wants.
But she's here anyway and she doesn't entirely understand why.
She'd put on a simple green dress and a pair of sandals, left her hair loose around her shoulders. She's left her taser at home, too, because she can't imagine Les doing anything that would require her needing it, which is stupid. It's how people get into trouble, by assuming they know things about a person they've spent barely any time with at all, but she's confident in her decision at the same time, just one more conflicting thought in a long line of conflicting thoughts.
It isn't even that she's here simply because she wants to sleep with him -- though she wouldn't say no. If that was all she wanted, she's certain there are less difficult ways to go about it. In short, there isn't much she understands about Les or about what she's doing.
But she's here anyway and she fixes the hem of her dress before knocking on the door of the guest house.
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"You look good like this," she says and there's still that faintly teasing tone in her voice, but she means it, too. He looks good like this, he looks good with her, and she doesn't know where this is going to go or what might happen, but she finds she doesn't especially hate the idea of this being more than just a one time thing. In fact, she might not admit it, but she sort of likes the idea of seeing him again.
She lifts her hips, balancing on her knees, still holding him in one hand as she braces the other against his chest. Then she's lowering herself onto his cock, guiding him into her with her hand and her lips part as another moan escapes her. "God," she breathes, keeping her eyes open, wanting to see him.
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But she has better ideas, better plans, and he watches her, biting hard divots into his bottom lip when she sinks down over him. Actually feeling like she's taking him apart, little by little. Her hand on his chest, her face when he enters her, it's a rush of heat, and he curses out silently because there's no air left in his lungs for any sound to come out. He stares up at her, sliding his hands up and down her legs and hips, resting them on her sides trying to feel everything, pressing her deeper as he lifts his body up just so. He watches her watch him, knowing she must see she's doing his head in as he pants for breath at just the feel of being inside her.
April is incredible. He isn't used to being this hard hit by someone. Never so quickly. Never. But his body responded to hers almost naturally before he could stop himself. And now that he has her, knows what she feels like, it is too late. "You can come back...over...for....Chinese anytime," he utters, releasing the air in his lungs as shifts his hips upward again, joking, but not. Not if this is how all their maybe-dates are going to go.
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"Anytime," she agrees, leaning down again because she wants to be kissing him. She wants his hands on her and she wants to feel his mouth under hers and she doesn't want to stop feeling him inside her and she knows the only way to get that is to make this last, but she can't quite force herself to be slow. There will be other chances, she realizes, and that should startle her, too, but she can't be bothered to let it. Not now. All she knows is that she doesn't want this to be the last time.
"Oh, god," she murmurs against his mouth, her hips rolling again, a steady rhythm building, pleasure prickling at her skin, everywhere she can feel his touch, everywhere his skin is touching hers.
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Her movements are slow and steady, her hips gliding back and forth against him, skin on skin, as his cock sinks into her, almost painfully from the teasing friction. It makes him lose his breath again at the contact. And hIs skin feels like it's on fire where she grips his chest, his heart beating wildly when she leans over to kiss his mouth again. He licks his lips, chasing hers with his tongue, and it's hot where their foreheads touch. Her hips roll in rhythm now, and it's a shock to every nerve inside of him, his stomach jumping, body shuddering in delight. He groans a little into their kiss, knowing it's obvious how good she is making him feel right now.
When they break away, he doesn't reach up to kiss her again as he loses his concentration. Momentarily swept away in the overwhelming sensation and closeness of being inside her. He hears the sounds of their bodies and the pants of air intermingling in soft moans and gasps, filling the room around them as she moves over him. "You. You're incredible," he tells her in a ragged dry voice, meaning it.
She leans forward again, her body and chest resting deliciously against him, and he squeezes his hands where they are touching her, moving them down to cup her ass, drawing her hips against him a little faster, a little harder because he doesn't think he is ready to wait, to draw it out, even though he would like too. He needs this, needs to feel her. His breathing picks up as his body slips in and out of her, heat pooling inside of him. His muscles tightening in pleasure at the quick cadence.
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And she's close, she can feel that in the heat low in her belly, in the way her muscles are tightening through her legs, around Les inside her and she lets out another low sound, her hand braced against the bed beside his head to give herself more leverage as she rides him. "Please," she murmurs, although she doesn't know what she's asking for. More, maybe, just more of everything, more of anything he's willing to give her and she know she's close now. She's so close and all he has to do is touch her in the right way.
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So he sits up, her thighs slipping easily around his lap. Wrapping his arms around her body, around her lower back and around shoulders, he guides their mouths together cradling the back of her head with his palm. He likes that, loves that even. She's hugged against him, body pressed so tight into his, he thinks she can probably feel his heart racing in his chest.
He would crawl inside her skin if he could because he unquestionably craves closeness, intimacy. And even if April is offering those things up temporarily, he would take them and run. He's used to that anyway. The thing about Les is, he knows what life feels like on empty, and for him, sex has always given him more, something to feel. Sure he isn't running around on fumes these days, not really, but having someone this way still feels like straight up adrenaline, a shot to the arm that shakes him completely back to life. And goddamn it, April is more than a shot. She is fireworks.
Once he has her in his arms, he just finishes hoping she's close too, the last drag of his hips and hers long and slow and complete. He finally feels like every inch of him is touching her, inside and out, and once he has that, his release is nearly immediate, nearly rips the wind out of his lungs because it hits him so hard and so quick. With his mouth on hers, his groan is muffled but satisfied. Everything is satisfied. Hell. His toes feel satisfied.
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Then he's kissing her again and she's moaning into his mouth, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as she comes, her orgasm rocking through her. Her legs tighten, the muscles around Les tighten as she arches her entire body against his, gasping for air, her heart pounding heavily in her chest and she can't remember the last time she's done anything like this. That makes it better somehow, it's better knowing she's not getting anything out of this except this moment. Whatever comes next, whatever follows, whatever happens between them, she isn't looking for him to do anything for her in return. It isn't about information, it isn't about control. It's about feeling good.
And he's made her feel amazing. "Oh, god," she breathes, still riding the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her hands relax on his shoulders, smoothing down his back before she kisses him again, hard and deep, enjoying the feeling of him still inside her as she slowly rolls her hips, settling down into his lap. "Jesus, Les."
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He lets his lips fall away from her mouth after she kisses him again, her hands gliding down his back, his chest still heaving for air, slowly recovering in her arms. She is sitting perched on his lap, and he isn't ready to pull away yet. Instead he tucks his head under her chin, dropping light, lazy kisses under her jaw and on her neck. "God yes, for me too," he mutters back at her, even laughs a little, because it felt obvious to say. They had just been awesome together. "All tingly, I'm telling you."
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"Yeah, you know, I might go with tingly, too," she agrees with another soft laugh, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat. Even now, coming down from her orgasm, the feel of his lips against her skin is nice and she pushes gently on his chest, wanting to stretch out on the bed again, wanting to feel him under her. The thought of heading back out into his kitchen and finishing the dinner or, better yet, just bringing the leftovers to bed is actually kind of appealing, too, and she doesn't know why she wants to stay this time, just that she does. "That was a lot of fun. We're awfully good at that."
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Not when they could do this. Not when he could wrap his arms around her, which he does to pull her half on top of him, their legs entangling. Then he puts his hands under his head, grinning up at her. "I still think that orange chicken would've been good too," he says.
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"Leftovers always taste better in bed," she adds with a grin, moving up his body to press another kiss to his mouth and she likes that, too. Every moment that passes by, she discovers something else she likes and she doesn't know what to do about it or if she needs to do anything at all. Maybe she can just let herself like something for once. Maybe it doesn't hav to mean everything changes.
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It doesn't hurt that she's telling him that leftovers are always better in bed, and since he is completely okay with her staying, he takes her suggestion as an opening. He uses his magic to call all the bags and containers of chinese food they had left on the counter, calls them over to the bed with a snap of his fingers, and they appear, well, like magic. He even remembers the forks. "Ta-da," he says, waving his hands at the spread laid out beside them.
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"That's a pretty useful ability you have there," she says and although she's still smiling, there's still a bit of a teasing tone to her voice, she's speaking softly and she doesn't quite know why. She drags one finger down the centre of his chest, smoothing over warm skin, over the line of his ribs, then down toward the edge of his hip. "I might have to keep you around just for that."
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He feels ever inch her fingers travels down his body, and his stomach jumps with a huff of laughter. "You are more than welcome to use me for my magic if you're gonna keep doing that," he says, looking down at her with a warm smile. "I will show you all my best tricks."
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Or maybe never. Maybe she'll just enjoy this.
"What counts as your best trick?" she asks against his skin, kissing him once more before she pulls back enough to look at him. There's food, but he's still warm and she figures it can wait another few minutes.
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This is the part that's always good, Les thinks tilting his head for April's lips to kiss along his jaw. Kisses. Touches. Lazing about in bed with someone. He's good at this part, and April, she makes it even easier to want. With her teasing smile and intrigue. She's beautiful, of course, attractive to him, but something about her is simply easy to be around too. He isn't able to pinpoint it down yet. All he knows is he doesn't want to leave this bed. That's not a feeling he's used to having all the time. More often than not, he finds the women he meets fun for the night, for a good time, and he appreciates that for what it is, but he's not one to attach himself to someone readily. Instead he keeps his emotions guarded, too guarded.
But April is different. He isn't ready to say he's attached. Not at all. Because Les doesn't allow himself get attached to people that way. It goes against his nature to leave himself that vulnerable. However, he knows more than one night with April is something he wants.
Something he wants even more as she continues to press kisses into his skin. It's a feeling he can get lost in actually, and he closes his eyes for a second. Until she pulls away, and he opens them back to look at her and smirks. "I dunno. What would impress you the most? Maybe I'll show you how I call lightning one day," he says, running his fingers up and down the back of her hip.
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"You can show me that one day," she agrees, trailing her fingertips up the length of his chest again. "I mean, I'm not easily impressed, you'll have to try a few different things until you know what gets me going." She's teasing again, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she smiles at him because he already seems to have a fairly good idea of how to get her going.
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He smirks back at her when she pulls away without saying anything, amused by the look of surprise in her face. "You think it'll take few different things?" he asks raising his eyebrows, his smirk turning into a more geunine smile. She is teasing him, he knows, but he takes the presentation of her challenge in good humor. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he leans over to kiss her again.
"I dunno. I'm really good at this," he informs her between a couple more presses of his lips. And he actually is good at figuring people out, charming them. He calls it winning in his head, but it's more that he's had to adapt to good and bad situations all his life from an early age. Had to know what charms, what impresses, what people need and want in order to get by, to survive some days.
"But I'll show you that lightning trick one day. It's a good one. If it gets you going too, lucky me then," he teases back.
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And the use of magic really is interesting to her. She's kept herself separate from anything like that, wanting to make sure no one knew what she was or what she could do. If she'd been caught conning people the way she has, convincing them and influencing them to give her whatever she needs, she knows she'd be in jail at the very best. If someone had discovered what she is, she's not sure what might have happened.
Maybe Siren Cove won't be such a bad place for her to stay for a little while longer. "Is everyone so open about magic here?" she asks. "Or do you think there are witches and sirens who keep a low profile?"
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Les has never experience it himself, but he remembers his mother always telling him to be careful with his magic.
"Yeah, some witches probably aren't as open," he says. "But I dunno these days being a witch or a siren isn't a problem. This town has a long sordid history though. If things swing the other way again some day, it wouldn't be that surprising I guess."
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April has never been good at following the rules, especially when she's told she has to.
"Sometimes I'm still not sure what to make of it here," she admits. "There's a community where I've never had one before and it feels... very strange."