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April is restless.

It's an itch under her skin, the feeling she most closely associates with the times she lets herself really be free, when her scales surface and she slips into the water. That's where she goes when she feels like this. That or she disappears, but Siren Cove has done something to her and she can't just disappear into thin air.

Her father would probably find her, for one, and right now she's still at a place where she doesn't want to give him a reason to contact her. Right now she's still of the mind that as little contact as possible is best.

But she's restless and she's twitchy and she's sure Coop had sensed it all afternoon. She'd bid him a distracted goodbye before standing on the sidewalk, undecided, then turned toward Caden's. She should go see Les, he's always made her feel better, but there's still that little sting that's worked its way under her skin. Like a fish hook, a little barb that's dug into the side of her throat and is tugging, tugging every time she tries to move.

She'd come to the cave for him. He'd gone home with Corrine.

She doesn't know what she really feels, not yet, but tonight she goes to see Caden instead, arms wrapped around herself to ward off the chill in the air when she knocks on his door.

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She knows it isn't necessarily fair to Caden, the fact that she's reluctant to say much of what's on her mind, but it seems like the further she tries to run from her betrayals, the closer they get. She does her best to act dismissive around and about her father, but the truth is that seeing him does something inside her, twists her stomach up, makes her feel like she wants to be sick.

He left her. He left two daughters in the hands of an addict, in the arms of a dangerous foster care system and he never looked back and now he has the gall to tell her he's followed her life. And she had trusted Les. She'd trusted him more than she's let herself trust anyone in a long time, but she knows now. He'll go to Corrine before her. Trust gets her hurt.

It's why she won't say anything now, it's why she's scared to. Caden kisses her and she moans softly against his mouth, arching her hips down. He kisses her like he cares about her, like he would do anything, and she's terrified of trusting that.

Caden nearly loses himself in the kiss, sliding his hands up under the back of April's sweater to touch the small of her back, but he reigns himself in a little. She won't talk to him, so Caden can't talk back, which is unfortunate because he's really good at words.

But it's okay. There are other ways to get messages across.

He wraps his arms around her, one hand under her as to support her as he stands up fluidly, holding her to him. She's light enough for him to carry easily, and he kisses her as he walks the familiar path to his bedroom. "This is better for kisses. More atmospheric."

Caden grins and lays her down gently on his large, plush bed. He really likes his bedroom. It's clean and simple, light and airy, with big windows that let him see the ocean. It's a good view, but the only view he cares about right now is the one right in front of him.

He steps back and lifts her foot, carefully pulling off her boot and sock before doing the same to the same to the other one. He presses the pads of his thumbs into the arch of each foot, where he's sure all those high heels make her ache, and leans in to kiss the knob of her ankle.

When he's done, he gets up and crawls onto the bed, smiling softly at her and propping himself up over her. He searches her face for a moment and then leans down for a kiss, soft and open, fond and sweet. He wants her to feel what he can't say in the way his lips press against hers, and the way his hand gently cups her cheek as he lets out a soft sigh against her mouth.

"You sure do know how to make a girl feel special," she murmurs, propping herself up on her elbows so she can watch him and it's true. She says it that way so it doesn't get to the heart of what she's feeling, so it isn't too personal, but it's true. When she's here with Caden, she feels special. She's sure he doesn't look at anyone else the way he looks at her, not even Les. And she's sure that if she asked him to, if she wanted to, he'd be hers and hers alone.

She doesn't know how to ask something like that. She doesn't even know if she's capable of it. For a short period of time, she'd thought maybe, but she'd been proved wrong once when she'd shown a man she could have fallen in love with what she was and he'd run from her. Les and Caden haven't, but she thinks the fact that there is two of them is significant. There's two of them because she's afraid of that happening to her again.

When he kisses her, though, she does her best to forget all that. She presses up against his body, lifting her hand to cup the side of his neck as she deepens the kiss. He's good to her. That's what she's concentrating on now. He's good to her, he makes her feel good, and she's here. He deserves her to be present, to not be thinking about anything else and so she lets it go. For now, she just lets it go and concentrates on Caden.

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"That's what I'm trying to do," Caden says softly, grinning against her jaw. "Is it working?"

He kisses her again and pulls back enough to slide his hands up under her sweater, grabbing the hem and waiting for her to lift her arms so he can gently help her out of it. All that soft skin revealed and Caden dips his head to kiss the top of her shoulder, along her collar bones and up her neck until he can reach her mouth again. "You're very special."

She is so warm below him, spread out beautifully against his dark sheets with her golden hair spilling across his pillow. He feels so lucky to have her here like this. He wants her here always, wants to wake up next to her and make her breakfast, coax her out into the water for early morning swims. He wants a lot of things with her.

It's like he feels it when her focus shifts to him, when she lets go and kisses him back just as intensely as he's kissing her. It feels so damn good to have all of her attention on him, and he hadn't even realized ho badly he had been craving it until he gets it. He lets a soft noise out against her mouth and pulls back to look at her with a fond smile, fingers threading through her hair before he starts to kiss his way down the center of her chest, lips trailing over the swell of her breast and tracing the edge of lace before he moves down further. His fingers find the button of her jeans and pops it open as he kisses down the center of her stomach, and he looks up at her with warmth in his gaze as he hooks his fingers into her pants.

"Lift up," he says quietly, and slowly drags the denim down over her thighs once she lifts her hips enough for him to do so.

It should make her nervous, she thinks, having this much attention concentrated on her when she's not actively trying to get something out of him. And it does, a little. This is exactly the sort of connection she's tried to avoid for most of her life and she's made nervous by the extent to which Caden clearly cares about her, but it's more than that. She's a little nervous when she realizes just how much she cares in return. Already.

And she knows she doesn't show it, not in the traditional sense, not the way most people do, but she does care. She's still here, after all. She hadn't left Siren Cove when her father had shown up out of the blue. She hadn't left when everyone around her had gone missing one by one even though she had wanted to. She's still here and for April, that's a big step.

She knows no one realizes what it means, but she's not asking for anything. She can't tell them.

Lifting her hips, she lets Caden undress her, smiling down at him as he does. She reaches out with one hand, smoothing her fingers through his hair and arching against him.

His eyes close briefly when she touches him and he relishes in it, pushing up into the touch and looking up at her with a warm expression. He gets her jeans off and then sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside before moving up to kiss her again, long and lingering.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? God, you blow my mind." He laughs softly and kisses her again, lips trailing along her jaw as he slides his hands under her back. After unhooking her bra, he helps her out of it and drops it over the side of the the bed. He slides his hand up her side to gently cup one of her breasts, thumbing at her nipple as he pulls back to look at her.

He feels lucky to be here with her like this and the look on his face says as much. He knows that April doesn't open up easily, and the circle of people that she cares about is relatively small. Caden isn't sure how he got to be a part of it, but he's grateful.

"I just want to make you feel good," Caden tells her, sliding his hand down to curl around her hip, fingertips slipping just under the edge of her panties. "Can I?"

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If there's any woman who would be able to say no to that, April has no idea how they might do it. Caden asks if he can make her feel good and all she can do is nod, lifting her hips in an encouraging manner. She wants to feel his hands, his mouth, anything he's willing to give her and she realizes distantly she isn't thinking of any of the things that have been bothering her lately. She's here with him and for right now that's more than enough.

Her fingers run through his hair, then down the back of his neck and she's usually the one doing the pleasing. She's usually the one who takes the lead, who pushes men down, who takes what she needs from them to make them controllable. But instead of trying to take control, she lets Caden have it. For the first time in her life, she hands it over to someone else almost completely.

Not entirely, but almost completely is an awful lot.

Edited 2014-12-16 03:51 (UTC)

"You're not gonna regret it." Caden grins at her, eyes on her face as she lifts her hips. He drags her panties down over her ass and down her legs, kissing along her chest as she kicks them off. He cups her breasts and kisses along the curve of one, lips brushing her nipple before he keeps moving down the center of her stomach.

It's so easy to slip off of the edge of the bed and get on his knees, to hook his arms under her thighs and pull her closer to him so he can slip her legs over his shoulders. He wants to make her feel good, to feel important, to feel like the she's the center of his world. Because right now? She is, and she deserves to know it.

He looks up at her with an easy, slightly teasing grin and turns his head to kiss the inside of her thigh, trailing his lips up slowly, sucking and teasing. After giving her other thigh the same treatment, he looks up at her and licks his lips, eyes on her face as he drags his tongue up between her legs where she's slick and warm.

A soft groan escapes him at the taste of her and he pulls her closer, gripping her thighs as he starts lapping at her, dipping his tongue in and moving up slightly to flick it against her clit.

He's good at this, he's told, because he likes doing it. And with April he knows he could spend lots of time on his knees with his head between her legs. It's a little addicting, the taste of her and the way she reacts to him. His eyes keep falling closed as he loses himself in it, but he opens them to watch her when he remembers. This is good, being here, giving her pleasure, and he slides one hand up the bed to cover her hand where it's gripping the sheets.

He is good at it and April's eyes slipped closed, her head falling back against the bed as she feels Caden's tongue on her. His hands are warm on her skin and she groans, her back arching, pushing herself closer to his mouth, a warm shiver rippling up her spine. Her breath is already coming quicker, her chest rising and falling rapidly and she winds her fingers in the sheets and holds onto them, another soft moan escaping from between her lips.

"Caden... Jesus," she moans, a violent tremor working through her at a well placed swipe of his tongue. "Just... right there. Fuck..." It doesn't take a lot to get her off, she's trained herself over the years to get there easily, she's never liked having to fake it when it comes to some of the cons she's pulled, but she isn't even thinking about that now. All she's thinking about is how good it feels, how good at this he is and how badly she wants more. She wants him to make her come and then she wants him to fuck her, make her forget everything else that's going on.

He's already well on his way there and she groans again, her head thrown back, her neck arched and exposed.

She's so fucking beautiful.

He keeps thinking it, over and over, at the way she moans and arches up, the way she reacts to what he's doing. He feels lucky to be here, making her feel like this, and it just makes him work harder at it. She says his name and it goes right to his cock, making him moan against her and repeat the movement that made her do it in the first place.

"Are you gonna come for me?" He's panting as he looks up at her, curling his arm around her thigh and reaching down so that he can get his fingers on her clit, rubbing and licking around them, wanting so badly to make her fall apart.

She doesn't answer him, not with words. She can't, not between his tongue and his fingers, she can only moan again, the sound feeling as if it's being ripped from her and she reaches down, burying her hand in his hair. Her breath is coming faster and shallower as she feels a tight ring of heat closing down around her, coiling tighter and tighter. She arches against him, so close now, the muscles in her thighs tightening, her entire body feeling as if it's just right there, right on the brink.

And then he does something, some well placed flick of his tongue, and all her muscles pull so taut it might hurt just before they relax again. A wave of heat and pleasure rolls over her and April groans, her back arching, another wave washing over her, then another. "Caden... fuck," she breathes as she comes and it's good, but she wants more. She wants more of him. She hasn't even come down from her orgasm and yet all she wants is more.

Caden holds onto her as she comes, grinning to himself and kissing the inside of her thigh, eyes on her as she rides it out. Once she's done he stands up and wipes his mouth, chuckling fondly and leaning down to kiss her. She hadn't seemed to mind it last time, and he nips playfully at her bottom lip before pulling back with a teasing smile. "Enjoyed yourself, did you?"

He gently eases her back into the middle of the bed and grabs a condom from the nightstand, swallowing hard as he rolls it down onto his cock. She's looking at him like she wants him, like he's all she wants, and it's heady. It's really fucking good.

Her legs part for him as he slips between them, sliding an arm under her shoulders to pull her close. His cock is so hard it's aching and he positions it at her entrance, nudging the head just inside. "You want this?"

It's obvious by the look on her face that she does, and he presses their mouths together, kissing her deeply as he presses inside her, slow and steady until he's bottomed out. He gasps against her mouth and grabs her hip to pull her closer, watching her with a soft, open expression. "You're so amazing, April, I swear."

"I want you," she answers and she lifts her hips for him, hooking one leg around his, tilting herself so he can slide into her and her back arches as a soft moan escapes her. "Caden... oh, god." He feels so good inside her and her hands roam over his shoulders and down his back, over the warm expanse of his muscle and she can feel him moving under her hands, the shift and roll as he presses himself inside her.

He tells her she's amazing and it isn't that she's never heard it before, but it means something different here. She may not be the most open book in the world, but Caden does know her better than many people do and he's not saying it because she's presented some version of herself that she's constructed just for him. He's saying she's amazing because he really believes it and he believes it about her.

And she doesn't know what to do with that. Instead of answering, she presses up, kissing him again, her tongue parting his lips. She can taste herself on him and she groans into his mouth, gripping his lower back harder, urging him on.

This isn't the first time he's been on top of her, or inside of her, but this time feels entirely different. They're wholly focused on each other and Caden shivers when she says his name, growing addicted to the way it sounds on a breathy exhale.

He kisses her back hard as he starts to roll her hips, thrusting deeper and a bit harder when she presses on his back. He hooks one of her legs over his arm, crook of her knee meeting the bend of his elbow, and he uses that grip to pull her legs open wider, allowing him to get just the tiniest bit deeper. His heart is hammering in his chest and his breath is coming out in shallow pants, soft groans slipping out as he fucks her. It feels like coming home, just a little, like this is where he's supposed to be.

"Look at me," he pants out, voice low and gravelly, and cups her cheek until their eyes can meet. This is what he wanted, the intimacy on top of the sex, a way for how they're feeling to shine through. She may not be big on words, but this a language all its own and they both seem to speak it beautifully. "God, April."

He kisses her again and tilts his hips a little to find a better angle. He swallows every sound she makes and files it away, learning what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her hips jerk. Soon, he may roll them over to find out what it's like when she's on top, because he'd bet his fortune that she's fucking stunning, that she'd take him apart.

But for now, this is for her. It's for making her understand that Caden cares about her, that he isn't going anywhere, that he wants her to feel like she matters, because she does. He pulls her closer, close enough that her breasts are pressed against his chest as he moves, only pulling away from her mouth enough to moan and gasp against her jaw, sucking air into his lungs so that he can kiss her again.

She's always used sex as a way to express things she otherwise can't, but it's also often been used in her cons. A way to make men and women feel a certain way, a way to make them hers and even though she's not doing any of that here, she isn't trying to manipulate, she isn't putting any of her siren powers into what they're doing, she knows the same thing is happening. In a way, she's making Caden hers and she wonders if maybe he's making her his as well. It's a scary sort of thought, one that's a little too serious and April's hands slide up his back, pulling him close when he wraps his arms around her.

It's easier than looking at him and trying to figure out what she's feeling.

She lifts her hips for him, riding his rhythm with ease, her head tipped back against his bed. Her breath is coming out in short gasps, little moans chasing the end and it feels good. This is what she wanted. To escape into something that's just for her, something that feels amazing, something that helps her forget everything else that's going on and she wonders a little if she's using Caden for that, then dismisses it. If she just wanted to use someone, there are plenty of options in town. She could have gone almost anywhere and she came here. It's about more than just having someone fuck her.

And that's scary, too.

For a moment Caden considers flipping them over, or changing up the position in some way, because he doesn't want her to think he's boring. Caden loves sex, and he's good at it, but that isn't all that this is. This is about intimacy, and being close to each other, instead of just chasing a release. They'll have time to get creative later, but right now he's pretty sure that this is what they both need.

He lifts his head enough to press their foreheads together for a moment, and then he kisses her. It's a good kiss, hard and deep, and his hips snap a little quicker as the pleasure builds. He works a hand between them so that he can get his thumb on her clit, rubbing in quick little circles to try and bring her over to the edge with him.

"Are you gonna come with me?" Caden mumbles against her lips, angling his hips for a better angle before kissing her again.

She's panting, sweat prickling her skin and she thinks she should try to answer him, but she can't. Not with words anyway. A low, quiet whine escapes him as she pushes herself up toward his thumb, needing more. She's close, though, and she groans into the kiss, working her hand into his hair so she can hold onto him tightly.

"Caden," she groans, feeling heat coiling in her belly, licking through her as her muscles tighten and tense. "Caden... fuck..." She wants him to come, she wants to feel his hips stuttering, she wants him to lose his rhythm and she wants to know it's because of her. No one else, just her.

Her lips part to say something, but her orgasm catches her by surprise and she groans, startled, her back arching her entire body toward him as a wave of pleasure rolls through her.

Watching April come is truly a sight to behold, and knowing that he's the one that did it, the one to make her cry out like that, muscles twitching as she clenches down around him, is amazing. She looks undone, all pink and sweaty, thighs trembling where they're locked around Caden's waist, and he fucks her through it. It doesn't take long for his rhythm to falter, hips snapping forward as heat flares through him.

He buries his cock inside of her and comes with a low, guttural moan, panting harshly against her neck. After, he lowers himself gently down onto her and kisses her deeply, not quite ready to pull out of her just yet. He feels so good that he just has to let out a breathless chuckle, sliding a hand up into her soft hair and holding her close. "I think you broke me."

She laughs at that, smoothing her hands down his back, over his sweat slicked skin. He feels good inside her, on top of her and she leans back, closing her eyes for a moment as she just lets herself enjoy the feeling. It isn't often that she lets herself just enjoy anything, not like this, and she thinks she's more than earned this moment over the past several weeks.

"Well, that's too bad, I was hoping to do something like this again in the future," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple before she lets herself go limp on the bed, unhooking her leg from around his hips. "Are you sure you're really broken? Maybe you just need some time to recover."

"Well, when you put it that way," Caden says with a laugh, propping himself on his elbow to look at her. She's so, so gorgeous and he reaches up to smooth her hair back from her forehead. "Did you have something in mind for round two?"

He gives her a smirk and then leans in to kiss her, nibbling a little at her bottom lip before pulling back. Really, he'd like to stay just like this, but he doesn't want it to get uncomfortable so he grips the base of the condom and pulls out slowly, unable to help the way he looks between her legs as he does. Once the condom is tied off and in the trash next to his bed, he lays on his back next to her and lifts his arm, coaxing her in against his side.

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