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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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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.