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It's so easy when it comes to using her powers.

While it's been months since she's done any sort of con and while she has nothing particular on the horizon, it feels strange not to be stretching her wings, so to speak, at least once in awhile. This is what she is, it's part of her very makeup, and there's nothing about being a siren that April has ever felt the need to apologize for. Anyone who has an issue with it can take it up with her, though the truth is she's just as likely to laugh in their face as she is to listen to any concerns they may have.

This is the way she'd been born and no one had been there to teach her how to use her powers. She had discovered them on her own and she knows she's lucky that she figured out how to use them. Surviving the foster care system might not have turned out quite so easy if she'd been without and while she hadn't been able to save every single exploited kid she'd come across, being able to do the things she can do had certainly helped here and there. It's not something she talks about with anyone, the things she'd seen across the various home she'd been placed in, the way some of the foster parents had treated the kids in their care, the abuse of all kinds. She keeps it to herself, but she hasn't forgotten any of it.

Children unsettle her. She never knows what to do about them and she's always been certain she doesn't want any of her own, but she's also never been able to stand a bully. When she sees the little boy being picked on, it's easy enough to send out little pieces of her power that carry with them the influence she usually only holds over the men whose money she's trying to steal. This time, though, she sends them to the much bigger boy picking on the little one and it's only a few seconds before he's turning away, before he starts to walk, then picks up speed, and runs straight into a lamp post.

It's not enough to cause any lasting damage, but it's enough to hurt and she doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. Especially not when the little boy's tears seem to dry up all at once and he stares at his bully for a moment before the bigger boy runs away.

With a grin, she turns away from the scene and continues her afternoon walk down the boardwalk.

[Find April anywhere on the boardwalk. Feel free to have seen as much or as little of the scene with the bullying boy as you like.]

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"Hey, I've lived in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and here," Caden says with a laugh, lazily swimming over to her and resting his arms on his board, watching her with a smile. "You don't have to tell me about tourists."

Caden had wanted to surf, but now that he's out in the water he's content to just lounge. He takes in a breath and floats up onto his back near April, closing his eyes against the brightness of the sun as the waves lap at his skin. Being back in the water is like greeting an old friend, and Caden spreads his arms out, fingers brushing April's shoulder as he lets out a pleased sigh.

"Toronto was never big on tourists," she says, although she didn't really live in Toronto proper. She'd spent most of her childhood in the surrounding area -- Mississauga, Oakville, Etobicoke -- but it was close enough. And it didn't compare to any of the places Caden has lived.

She's lived there, too, but under different names and a different times. She's getting closer to tell him, but it's not coming just yet.

"Maybe it was just that no tourists wanted to visit foster homes," she adds with a smirk, then flips over the water quickly. One moment her feet are in the air and the next it's a tail that slaps at the water once, sending a spray in Caden's direction.

Caden turns his head at this new nugget of information she's given him, all set to ask her about it, but when he opens his mouth all he gets is a spray of salt water. The wave she sends cresting over him leaves him spluttering, but he resurfaces with a bright laugh and swims after her.

"Dirty pool, Ross." He's grinning as he swims up to her, looking at her shifted form with the same helplessly fond expression he always wears around her. He slides his hand around her hip, thumbing at her scales as her tail brushes against his leg. It's an interesting sensation, and one that he finds that he likes.

He watches her for a moment and treads water as he leans in to kiss her without hesitation, mindful of her sharp teeth but not really worried about them. Caden knows that she wouldn't hurt him.

"Careful," she says when he pulls back, grinning to bare her teeth at him. It's mostly playful, but she's not entirely insincere when she warns him. They're sharp and given how few people have been this close to her in this form, she genuinely doesn't know the sort of damage she can do, even by accident.

She's always felt like a bit of a shark. This suits her more than anything else might.

"Don't you know to beware of sirens?" she asks, sliding her hand along his wet shoulder. "We sing men to their graves."

Caden hears the honest warning behind her reply, but he still isn't afraid of her. He still wants to be close, to touch her. He just smiles and nods, cupping the side of her neck and thumbing at her jaw, pressing in slightly just below her bottom lip before letting his hand fall back into the water.

She touches him and he's drawn in, but it's not by her song. It's not by what she is. It's just because she's April. It's easy for him to tread water, and easier still when he wraps his arm low around April's waist. Her tail is moving back and forth in the water and Caden slides his hand down lower, over the curve where her ass would normally be, and down to where her legs usually open. All he finds now is a smooth expanse of scales, and he pulls her in closer, pressing their bodies together.

"I guess I like living on the edge," Caden says quietly, biting his lip for a moment before leaning in to kiss the curve of her jaw. The scales feel different than skin, but they're smooth against his lips. He pulls back enough to brush her wet hair out of her face, smiling warmly and when he finds his own voice, it comes out a little rough. "Are you going to sing to me?"

"I don't really do the whole singing thing," she answers with a look of amusement. In this form she feels far more like herself, but she doesn't know how she feels about being this close to someone -- even someone she's come to care about -- when she's like this. She's far more used to people being afraid of her, reacting with revulsion instead of this. There's a part of her that likes it, that appreciates Caden's response to her like this, but there's another part that isn't sure what to do with it.

She's never faced this before. She doesn't do well with the unfamiliar.

"There never seemed to be any point when I could just say the words and have someone do whatever I want," she adds, her tail moving powerfully in the water, keeping them afloat. There's a hesitation, but it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with her, then lays her hands on his arms.

"Mm, that'd be nice. I'd make my agent stop calling me at eight in the morning," Caden says with a husky laugh. Even speaking, April's voice carries a musical quality when she's in this form. Caden finds himself relaxing, wanting more of that sound. He knows that she isn't exerting any power over him, and that she wouldn't, but sometimes he wonders what that might be like.

"I like your voice," Caden says quietly, shivering slightly when her tail fin brushes up the back of his calf. "You could use it on me sometime. It could be fun."

He isn't even really sure what he's saying. All he knows is that he likes the sound of her voice, and he trusts her not to take advantage of him. Whatever he's thinking, it definitely takes place in a bed.

There's a slight hesitation in the way she touches him and Caden realizes that this is probably new for her, just like it is for him. It makes him happy, knowing that he can share in one of her firsts, but it's more important to him that she be comfortable.

"Is this okay?" He asks quietly, sliding his hand up her back to tug at the knot of her bikini top. The small scrap of black fabric blends in with the darkness of her scales, and Caden finds that he doesn't want anything between them, not even that.

"I don't know," she says, figuring she owes him honesty at the very least. This is all uncharted territory for her and she doesn't like anything that's unknown to her. April has spent most of her life avoiding the things that are uncertain to her, she's spent her whole life putting herself in positions where she's always on top, where she can always control the outcome and this is not one of those situations.

She trusts Caden, but that doesn't make it simple. That doesn't mean she isn't a little afraid regardless.

"Yes," she says. "And sometimes no. I don't know. Most people... well, I told you. People have been afraid of me like this." Les wasn't, but even Les hadn't gotten this close to her like this and she had preferred it that way. It isn't that she wants Caden to back off, she's trying her best to be open to him, to give him what he wants and it isn't like she doesn't want it either. She just needs to go slowly. She needs to figure out what to do. Maybe she doesn't always been to be in control, but she does, at the very least, need to feel comfortable.

"Yes," she says again, then kisses him softly, still taking care not to hurt him with her teeth.

As soon as she shows hesitation, Caden lets go of her bikini top and leaves it in place, keeping his hands resting innocuously on her hips instead. The last thing he wants to do is pressure her into anything, but especially this. It's a little strange to see her so unsure of herself, but he kind of likes it too. She's working through something here, and Caden just watches her patiently.

"I'm not afraid of you," he says again, stroking a hand up the center of his back. "But whatever you're comfortable with."

He smiles when she says yes and leans in for a kiss, and he slides his hand up into her hair as he kisses her back. It's different and familiar all at once, and he lets out a soft, pleased sound against her mouth and swipes his tongue against her bottom lip. They have to be careful due to her teeth, but Caden kind of likes it. He likes all of this, but he goes slow. This is a big deal for her, and he wants her to be comfortable. After a long moment, he pulls back to give her a slightly dazed smile. "Not so bad, huh?"

He says he's not afraid of her and she's fairly certain she believes him, at least this part. The truth is that he doesn't know all the things she's done, the things she's capable of doing and she thinks she wants to tell him, but she still isn't ready.

And she doesn't know what he might think of her then. Maybe he won't be afraid of her, but he might not feel the same anymore.

Still, she smiles when he pulls back and shakes her head. "Not so bad," she agrees, the musical quality of her voice at odds with the shark toothed smile she's giving him.

Her voice makes him shiver in a very pleasant way, and he grins as leans in for another kiss. "Now that's a ringing endorsement. Caden Carter, not so bad."

He laughs and lets his tongue glide along the edge of her jaw, cataloging all the differences between her two forms. It's unsurprising to him that he still wants to touch her all over, everywhere, but maybe he's a little surprised by just how much he wants to do so. He slides his hands up her sides, letting his thumbs trace the curves of her breasts before he moves his hands to her back again, kicking his feet lazily in the water.

Not like this. She realizes that as his hands roam over her. She doesn't want it like this and she changes in the water right there. It's not something she wants to think about right now and it isn't something she wants to talk about, but she knows what she feels and having him touch her scales... it feels strange. Not wrong, necessarily, but not something she's ready for.

Within just a few seconds, she's entirely human again. She kicks in the water, her legs not quite as useful as her tail, but then she smiles at him and she almost apologizes before she bites it back. He wouldn't want her to apologize for her own comfort and she doesn't think she's sorry anyway. She is allowed to make choices and she's making this one.

"Not in that body," she says simply, then leans forward to kiss him again, harder this time, a little more eager now that she no longer has to worry about her teeth.

There's a second when she shifts back so suddenly that Caden wonders if maybe he did something wrong, or pushed too hard, and he's slightly embarrassed for reasons that he couldn't even explain.

But then she's back in his arms and she's smiling, expression slightly soft, and Caden lets the feeling go. It's especially easy to move on when she kisses him like that, and Caden responds just as eagerly, licking at the seam of her lips as he wraps his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

Even in her regular form, April is a strong swimmer, and she kicks gently in the water, tugging Caden with her toward the beach. He's warm and strong under her hands and she feels like she can actually touch him again like this. Like she can feel him. With the scales protecting her, nothing gets through and she's never known why, but it's never mattered before him. No one else has ever touched her like that.

"I can feel you better like this," she explains as she presses kisses along the edge of his jaw. "With the scales I can't feel you the same." And while that's not the whole truth, it's close enough to being at least half of it. Her discomfort with her own body isn't something she wants to get into now.

She really does just want to be able to feel him.

Her explanation warms him and he nods, pulling her back to the water's edge and falling back onto the wet, hard-packed sand with little regard to their surroundings. His beach is technically private, but he still gets a thrill at being out in the open like this.

"And how do I feel?" Caden asks in a low voice, pulling her down on top of him and sliding his hands up her wet back, digging his fingers into her soft skin. She seems to glow in the sun and Caden pushes her wet hair out of her face, sliding his hand down the side her neck and down her chest, resting his palm between her breasts as he looks up at her.

"Warm," she murmurs, ducking her head to press a kiss against the side of his neck, her teeth scraping lightly over his skin. "And hard." She punctuates the word with a roll of her hips, grinning against him. There are times when she finds herself falling back into the playful act, something she's used on countless cons before, but she wonders more and more often if this just isn't what she's really like. Maybe this is who she is, because Caden gets more honestly out of her than anyone.

It's a strange thing, she thinks, to be discovering the truths about herself at this stage in her life.

"How do I feel?" she asks in return, still smiling as she slips her hand down his broad chest, her nails turning over and lightly scratching across his abdomen.

"Accurate," Caden huffs out, breath catching when she rolls her hips against him. He laughs softly and arches up as he hands travel along his skin, sliding his hands up her back to untie her bikini top. The scrap of fabric falls away and her nipples, pebbled from the cold, drag along his skin.

"Wet," Caden answers with a sly grin, sliding one hand up her wet back and reaching down to press the other between her legs, rubbing at her through the thin, wet material of her bikini. He pulls her down into a heated kiss, mouth open against hers as he slides his fingers under the material, letting them slip over her clit. "Mm, look at that. I was right."

"We are rather good at this game," she murmurs against his mouth, gasping slightly when he presses his fingers against her. Her hips rock again, pressing herself tighter against him, seeking more of that same friction, and she doesn't care that they're out in the open like this, she doesn't care if anyone can see them. Caden's closest neighbour is Coop and while she doubts he's going to be out here any time soon, it's not the end of the world if he catches an eyeful.

It's not like it'd be the first time she ended up in a situation like this.

"Jesus, Caden," she breathes softly, still rubbing herself against him, her back arching before she leans down for another kiss, her wet hair falling around them in a curtain.

Caden has never really done anything like this, so blatantly out in the open with the sun still shining down on them. His beach is private enough that Coop is the only one that would see them, and he should be at work. Even if he wasn't, well, it's not like Caden would entirely mind.

He presses two fingers into April and groans into the kiss at how wet she is, how she clings to him. She pulls back to gasp and Caden kisses along her neck, propping himself up so he can lick the saltwater from her breast and pull her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing across it before he falls back into the sand.

"I thought this might happen," Caden says with a grin, and he fumbles with the zippered pocket of his shorts to pull out a wrapped condom. He sets it on his stomach as he pulls his fingers out of April, bringing them up to suck on them for a moment before he unties her bikini bottoms. They get thrown the direction of her top and Caden's fingers fumble for the ties on his shorts, hips twisting as he pushes them down. "You wanna do it like this, right here?"

"You thought this might happen," she echoes with a laugh, though the sound is breathless and her hips roll, chasing her fingers even though they're gone. "Well, someone is very sure of himself." She's clearly teasing, though, and even if she hadn't been assuming that same, she's grateful he's prepared. It means they don't have to stop, they don't have to go into the house. It means they don't have to waste any time at all and April is more than happy with that turn of events.

"No one else is out here," she says reaching down to help him with his shorts. "Coop is at work." And she'll have to join him there a little later, but they still have some time now. They're alone here and even if they weren't, she doesn't expect that Coop would be especially bothered by the display. "Where's the fun in having your own beach if you can't fuck on it "

"Thought, hoped. Same thing." He grins and lifts his hips up so that she can work his shorts down over his ass, letting his cock spring free. Caden rips open the condom with his teeth and rolls it on, laughing breathlessly as he looks up at her. Sex with April is just so fun, and so intense at the same time. He can't get enough of it.

"It's definitely a perk," he says breathlessly, reaching out to slide his hand down her side, tugging her forward a little. "Gonna ride me like this?"

"That's the plan," she breathes as she leans down to kiss him again, rolling her hips so that she's just brushing against his cock, not nearly giving him enough friction to do much of anything besides being a tease. It feels so good, though, it sends a shiver rippling through her body and she moans softly against his mouth as she shifts on his lap.

Without moving away, without breaking the kiss, she reaches between them to take hold of his cock and she gives him a firm squeeze before lifting her hips. It's easy to guide him inside her without even looking and she pauses for a second, just letting herself enjoy the feeling of him filling her before she kisses him again, breathing hard against his mouth.

Caden's breath catches as she sinks down onto him, enveloping him in the tight, hot clutch of her body. It's a startling juxtaposition from the cold, rough sand at his back. He slides his hands down her back to curl them around her hips, planting his heels into the sand so he can roll his hips up, breath punching out of him.

"Fuck, you feel good," Caden mumbles against her lips, kissing her deeply and then dropping his head back with a soft moan. "How do you always feel this good?"

"Magic," she answers with a laugh, the sound breathless as her hips roll. "I'm a siren, remember?"

That has nothing to do with it at all, it has everything to do with the fact that they just work well together, but she likes teasing him, even now. Even like this. She's breathing hard against his mouth, moving with him, groaning as she leans down and digs her fingers into the sand. It's easy to brace herself there, holding her body against Caden's as a shiver works through her. "God, Caden... just..." But she can't speak much more than that, her breath caught in her throat.

"You're definitely something," Caden chokes out on a laugh. She says his name and Caden pushes them up so that he's sitting up, one hand braced in the sand and the other around April's lap as her thighs spread wide across his lap. The angle makes her sink just a little bit deeper onto him and Caden mouths at her neck, dragging his tongue over the bolt of her jaw.

His hands are all covered in sand so he'll have to make her come like this, on just his cock, and he starts thrusting up into her, pulling her closer to try and find the perfect angle.

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