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Feb 21, 2021 17:17:26 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 21, 2021 17:17:26 GMT -5
Oh, so they were on the same page. Cato's teeth met his lower lip for a brief moment as he eyes flickered to the fullness of her lips. "I guess I'll take that as a yes then?" he leaned forward, shifting his hold of her while pressing his lips against hers. She didn't seem to be against their little flirting game despite her own sardonic attitude towards their different positions in life, and well, Cato wouldn't say anything was definite, but he knew that she was definitely different from some of the other girls, and that he quite liked it too.
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Feb 21, 2021 18:31:23 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 21, 2021 18:31:23 GMT -5
Their kiss was delicious- it tasted of blueberry muffins and champagne and saltwater, and Elise wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to taste him better. She didn't mind flirting, or kissing, or even fucking Cato, but she knew that clear boundaries needed to be laid in place. If she fell for him, she knew there would be inevitable heartbreak in her future. It didn't mean this wasn't fun, though.
Too soon, he pulled away, setting her down in the waves. "Thank you for following through on our exchange, Lord Rotherhithe," she said, grinning coyly at him, before leaning down to splash water on him, wading away through the current to escape retribution.
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Feb 21, 2021 18:48:44 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 21, 2021 18:48:44 GMT -5
The kiss was perfect. She tasted like summer, like warm sun and freshly picked fruit and the passions of a summer fling, but all too soon, they were both pulling away, breaking the kiss to breathe once more. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He knew he wasn't in love with Elise–love wasn't something a Rotherhithe courted–but he definitely felt something for her. He wanted to know her. To understand her. To memorise the little things and truly find solace in another person's company.
The splash of water shook him out of his stupor, as Elise laughed, running away from him, and suddenly he was back to his normal self. "Hey, you didn't sign the contract!" he joked, "the agreement's non-binding." He chased after her, splashing water whenever he could as he tried to catch her, in order to throw her into the waves once more.
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Feb 21, 2021 19:20:09 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 21, 2021 19:20:09 GMT -5
No way would he one up her. She threw herself in the waves, to get it over with, and emerged after a moment, her brown hair darkened and plastered to her head by the ocean water. "Come join me," she grinned, holding out a hand to her summer lover, her schoolgirl crush, her easy and uncomplicated few months of fun.
When he dove into the water and resurfaced beside her, she moved to his side, planting another long kiss on his very kissable lips, smoothing down his wet hair as she did.
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Feb 21, 2021 19:50:09 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 21, 2021 19:50:09 GMT -5
She certainly was a slippery one; that smirk on her face was practically inviting him to kiss her. He grinned as she dove into the water, reappearing with her hair slicked back. He wasn't going to be beat by a girl, he thought, as he dove right in after her, resurfacing behind her to grab her waist, as she turned to kiss him again.
Oh yeah, he could stay like this forever. His hands moved lower under they were under he thighs, hoisting her up so he was holding her flush against him as he kissed back deeply, absorbed into the moment.
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Feb 21, 2021 20:31:41 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 21, 2021 20:31:41 GMT -5
Elise shifted closer, laying her hands flat against his chest as they kissed. She had kissed boys before, teased them, even laid underneath them, but none of them affected her the way Cato did. He was fun, rich, titled, and confident, and his touch and his lips were intoxicating. Their kisses grew deeper, more drawn out, and it wasn't long until his lips were trailing along her jaw, whispering below her ear.
There was that deep warmth of desire burning in her stomach, but she wiggled away, grinning at him. "I'm not letting you take me in the ocean. You'll have to do better than a picnic before that happens."
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Feb 22, 2021 5:16:09 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 5:16:09 GMT -5
He hadn't planned to take her in the ocean...maybe the beach though. Or the cliffs. Or somewhere else. It was clear that Elise had thought the plan over, and well, Cato always went along with it. "I might be a rake but that doesn't mean I don't have manners," he teased, "I'm insulted that you think I wouldn't take you on a comfortable bed with rose petals and candles and all the good stuff for our first time. Do I not seem like a hopeless romantic to you?"
The sarcasm was clear, but its edge was soft with amusement, as he pressed another chaste kiss on her collarbone...before dunking both of them into the waves with a shout of laughter.
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Feb 22, 2021 7:55:32 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 7:55:32 GMT -5
Elise resurfaced, reaching over a hand to smack his shoulder. "A rake and a scoundrel." She condemned him with a wide grin, not too ruffled by his antics. "And now you've set the standard- a bed with rose petals and candles it must be, and I won't accept anything less before I do anything other than kiss you."
Kissing was a lovely pastime, but Elise knew the both of them wanted more. She could feel their mutual desire for one another in the depths of their kiss, in the grip of his hands on her waist and thighs. "Now can I sunbathe? You made me run all over the ocean and I'm tired," she said with a faux pout, sidling back up to his side.
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Feb 22, 2021 8:50:44 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 8:50:44 GMT -5
He laughed. "Oh don't you worry, I'd never settle for anything less," he teased, floating on his back for a little while, as she came back towards him. "Sure, let's do that," he hummed, sitting down once more before pressing another kiss to her cheek, his eyes glowing with a certain amusement, as he stood up and began to jog back to their little beach mat.
"Last one back's a rotten egg!" he called out with a grin.
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Feb 22, 2021 9:47:41 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 9:47:41 GMT -5
"No fair!" Elise said, pushing through the water's resistance. She didn't work out, and he had a head start. Cato beat her back quite promptly, and she dropped onto her towel, breathing hard. "Guess I'm a rotten egg," she said with a laugh, laying down in the strong sunshine to dry off and warm up again.
It was a nice, lazy stretch of time, eyes closed as she picked at the grapes with a free hand and letting her skin flush with warmth and the remaining memories of the kiss with Cato. Eventually, though, their allotted time together was over. Elise sat up, stretching languidly. "This was fun, my lord," she said with a wink, before finishing off the last of the champagne.
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Feb 22, 2021 10:05:21 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 10:05:21 GMT -5
He laughed, an arm already around Elise's waist as she sat down. Everything just felt so natural, so relaxed. This was the perfect summer day; the school year was about to end, the sun was warm, they were enjoying their youth...these sort of days were hard to come by, even for someone like Cato, and he savoured it.
Too soon, the sun illuminated everything with a golden glow. Golden hour, his mother would call it, when the sun sees everything. Elise was sitting up, sipping the last of the champagne, and Cato slowly sat up with her. He wasn't sure what her curfew was exactly, but they still had time, right? The day had gone by too soon.
"It'll probably be cold soon," he spoke reluctantly, "you wanna come over and wash off? This isn't a shit attempt to get you in my bed by the way, but...my house is up those stairs so you know. My parents aren't in town, so it's chill."
Unsurprisingly, the stretch of empty beach was connected to the expanse of the Rotherhithe property. There was a set of white stairs leading to the cliffs overlooking these quiet seashore, and the mansion that barely peaked out from the distance.
He gave her a grin. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to get you home safe before curfew. I'll even sneak you back into your house if you need me to," he laughed.
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Feb 22, 2021 10:19:33 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 10:19:33 GMT -5
Elise considered his offer- she did have enough time to spend an hour or two at Cato's house, and more if she would sneak in after curfew. "Sure," she said with a smile, standing and gathering up their belongings, packing them away. She slipped the sundress back on after shaking the sand off, her curls wild and erratic from drying in the salt and sun.
She followed him up the stairs, faintly excited by the idea of being in the kind of house her father had always envisioned for her. One that was old, and distinguished, and passed through generations of nobility. Elise could almost pretend she was a Rotherhithe, surrounded by the elegance and luxury of one.
"Direct me to your shower," she said, as the entered Cato's room. She gazed around curiously, trying to ascertain what kind of person Cato was from his personal belongings and decorations.
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Feb 22, 2021 11:22:06 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 11:22:06 GMT -5
He grinned brightly at Elise as he gathered the basket and his beach mat, quickly heading up the stairs. While the mansion did seem like a traditional Vela home–all white walls and brick and tiles–the inside was clearly much more modern. Glass and wide windows and modified skylights surprisingly left the home rather open and bright, the dark steel frames and 'zen gardens' his mother loved, a balance of greenery and simple minimalism filled the home with an elegant touch. Even though their parents weren't home, it didn't seem like there was anything out of place. Appearances mattered plenty, after all.
"My room's on the left," he motioned as Elise entered. His own room was rather different from the cleanliness of the hallway. There were posters around, of popular fighters in the boxing competitions of Vela's commons, and photographs of his group of friends. There were a couple of books scattered, and some weights and equipment somewhere on the side.
"Walk through the closet," he offered, "bathroom's at the end. You can just use my towel, I don't mind." He gave her a smirk. "Shower's easy to figure out, but if you need help, just let me know." With one look into his eyes, it was clear that this was a subtle offer to shower together.
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Feb 22, 2021 11:59:46 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 11:59:46 GMT -5
"You know, I'm a real dunce when it comes to showers," Elise said, widening her eyes in faux innocence. "I really think I'll need your help figuring it out- and of course, with figuring out which soap to use." It didn't take more than that to coax Cato to join her. Elise grinned when he took her hand, leading her through the closet to the bathroom.
"You're really good at turning on water," she said with a laugh, before shrugging off the sundress and the bikini underneath. Elise had no shame when it came to hookups, and she stood before Cato without a hint of reservation, her faintly sun-kissed light skin bare and smooth.
She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sand and salt. It took only a moment for Cato to strip and follow her in, and she tilted her mouth up to meet his as he took the length of her form into his arms, still tasting of the ocean.
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Feb 22, 2021 12:11:19 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 12:11:19 GMT -5
His eyes gleamed at her invitation, and he followed like a lost puppy, taking her hand as she led him to the bathroom. Cato hummed in appreciation as she slid her clothes off, unable to take his eyes off her. It was only when she turned to him, that he began to strip off his board shorts, sauntering into the shower with her.
The shower was like a warm summer rain, as his own hands snaked around her waist, pulling her close to him. He gave her a grin as she turned around, and his lips met hers once again, immediately deepening the kiss, less tentative as he had been on the beach. A hand moved to lightly squeeze her hipbone, before wandering down to her ass.
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Feb 22, 2021 12:22:47 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 12:22:47 GMT -5
Elise's hands wandered freely as well, trailing along the swells and dips of his arms and shoulders, trailing down his chest, grasping his forearms as he moved his lips to the side of her neck. She was in heaven, tipsy from the champagne and the sun, pressed between Cato's strong form and the wall, showered with warm water and kisses.
She let him touch but go no further, slipping out of his hands when he started pulling her hips closer to the stiff male part of him. "Not until I get my roses and candles," she laughed, reaching for the shampoo and lathering it into her hair before handing the bottle off to him. "Plus, I like being a tease."
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Feb 22, 2021 12:31:10 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 12:31:10 GMT -5
She was absolutely delicious. Warm, soft skin and hums and sighs, his own lips meeting the soft skin of her neck and her shoulders. He wanted her closer, his own arousal now evident, pressed against her thigh. He hadn't planned on taking her right there but gods did he want to. Then she pulled away and he could feel just a twinge of disappointment within him.
Roses and candles huh? He chuckled, his pupils dilating as he realized she was using his shampoo. She was going to smell like him, he thought. Cato never considered himself a possessive person, but the thought of that made him pull her closer, his own hands moving towards her hair.
"Let me," he murmured, lathering it into her soft locks. He grabbed the soap as well. "Need any help?" he teased, massaging the soap into her shoulders already.
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Feb 22, 2021 12:48:10 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 12:48:10 GMT -5
It was comforting and strangely intimate to have someone else wash her hair and lather her body with soap. It was also fun, and slippery, to kiss while they were both sudsy and wet. "I'll always accept your help," she grinned, leaning into his touch, and returning the favor by lathering soap into his own dark curls.
Her hands wandered as his did, lathering various parts of his body with soap, teasing him with her presence and closeness and warmth. It was way more fun to draw out the desire, to let it build until they both were ready to burst, than to give in quickly. It made it all more memorable, to feel the thrumming of her heart against her chest and realize she held this power over him.
All too soon, the shower was over, and they were toweling off. Elise sniffed her damp hair curiously, also pleased she smelled like him. "I like the scent. Where do you get this shampoo from?" She asked, pressing a few quick kisses along his jawline.
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Feb 22, 2021 13:30:55 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 22, 2021 13:30:55 GMT -5
He chuckled, as he continued to work the soap into her skin, a soft expression on his face as they showered together, an intimacy that just seemed different from even all the other girls he had slept with in the past. Most of the time, it was just sex, but this...they had yet to sleep together and still, he felt as if he had known her more deeply than anyone else.
Maybe it was infatuation, and maybe he was just being dramatic, but he genuinely liked Elise. Soon, he was finished with the shower, the sand and grime all washed away as he pulled the towel from her after she was done, quickly wiping down and fluffing up his curly dark hair.
"To be honest, I have no idea," he laughed, "I don't really do the shopping around the house, but I can ask Rissa where she gets it later." He pressed a light kiss on her forehead, as he sauntered into his room, still nude, grabbing a sachet of lavender that was in the closet to keep it smelling fresh. He chuckled to himself as he grabbed a pack of birthday candles still on his desk after Carina's birthday party.
"Candles and flower petals?" he chuckled, tossing it to Elise, "they're not roses but it's close enough, isn't it?" He plopped down onto his bed.
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Feb 22, 2021 13:46:54 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 13:46:54 GMT -5
Elise failed to fight back her laughter, chuckling as she tossed the flowers back. "I'll sleep with you, but no way in hell are you making me do the prep work. Where's the romance in that?" Elise moved to his side, dragging him back off the bed. "I'll warm the bed up," she said, pulling the covers down and slipping in between them.
She buried her face in the pillow, enjoying the soft feel of the sheets and the plush mattress. "Light the candles and spread the closet lavender and let me know when you're done," she said, snuggling deeper down into the sheets. The bed was nice and toasty by the time Cato was done, and Elise lifted her head to take in the candlelight and the flowers on the bed.
"You pass inspection," she said, lifting the covers to let him slide in beside her. The kiss was initiated on her end this time, hungry and passionate on a deeper level now that she knew what was about to happen. Elise shifted so she was straddling Cato, pressing soft kisses along his jaw and chest and shoulders, taking a primal pleasure in his exhales and groans and his greedy hands on the curves of her body.
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