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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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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."