Spree Living Room, Sunday Afternoon

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What was a rich guy to do when he was stupidly bored, making faces at the fact that his normally four-person cabin was down to two and a hedgehog, and wanted to get his hands on something to help take the edge off?

Well, the cabins were named after candy, after all. And, while Warren had never really had the chance to indulge in, say, certain brand-names of candy while growing up, there was nothing keeping him from doing so now, right?

In spades?

Look, he had no frame of reference for things like, 'that is way too much money to spend on way too much candy.'

And that was why he was carrying a case of Spree into his cabin today. He'd been inspired.

This could only end in stomach ache.

[For the cabinmate! Unless you have some reason to be in Spree!]

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[glacial_queen]

This time it was Karla who broke the kiss. She gasped as Warren's teeth found her lower lip, jerking her head backwards in surprise. Thank the Darkness Warren had let go, otherwise it would have gotten messy and awkward in a really, really unexpected way.

Now that Karla had time to think about that. Instead she was lunging for him again, letting go of his hair to grab fistfuls of his shirt, almost slamming his back against the couch even as she was pulling him down towards her again. This time her kiss was hot and hungry.

See what you did, Warren? See?

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Oh, Warren saw what he did! He saw what he did, and he was now making the mental note that he was going to have to use teeth again in the future.

Teeth, he decided, were totally his friends.

Well, teeth, and lips, and hands and, he was moaning, a sound that started somewhere deep in his chest as they kissed.

He wasn't going to be shy about nibbling at her lip again, no.

[glacial_queen]

Some day soon (like tomorrow), Karla was going to have a very long talk with Emma about the definition of 'respectable.' Perhaps by then, Karla would be capable of making noises beyond moans and the occasional breathy sigh.

If he was going to nip, Karla just had to retaliate by deepening the kiss, tentatively sliding her tongue forward to touch his.

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Tongue! Tongue won out over teeth at the moment, but that wasn't going to stop his hand from running over her back again. One on the back, one in her hair, that worked out nicely, particularly if the one in her hair meant that he could press her closer still.

He'd been almost afraid, when she'd jerked away. And now, he couldn't remember any of that. Just this, here and now, and God, her tongue.

That next noise he made could almost be taken as a pleased chuckle.

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*Just what are you laughing at?* Karla sent, only half-aware she was using thoughts, not words.

Since he seemed okay with holding her close, she let go of his shirt, winding her arms around his neck and and pressing herself against him. Dimly, she knew of a need to set boundaries, to explain things, but right now, all she could focus on was getting closer, more points of contact, and that heat, oh that delicious warmth spiraling through her from wherever his lips and his hands were.

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Warren couldn't talk. Warren's mouth was a little occupied at the moment, and piecing together coherent thoughts and then thinking them loudly enough that maybe she'd hear was going to be a challenge, at best. So, he kept it simple, to the point, and put about as much focus as was possible while also preoccupied with kissingtonguewarmclosearms--

*Happy.*

He arched upward slightly, because while most of his communicative processes weren't exactly functional at the moment, it was difficult to do anything but demonstrate his desire to be close. Closer.

[glacial_queen]

*Yes.*

It wasn't even words so much, just a general feeling of agreement and warmth and, yes, happiness and wanting, oh so much wanting...

She eased a hand out of his hair, sliding it back and down to run her nails gently across the top of his wings.

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Nails against Warren's wings meant a small ruffle of feathers, and a low moan against Karla's mouth. Before, when he'd been molting, the effect of her hands through his feathers had been calming, soothing.

Now, he could see what she'd been talking about when she'd mentioned how sensitive a person's wings could be, and it was his turn to shiver. His fingers pressed more firmly against her back, his other hand knotting through her hair.

Yes.

[glacial_queen]

Karla's chest was pressed against his, straining to get closer to him, almost pushing him back into the couch. She was almost whimpering now, the want slowly roiling within her, condensing into need...

Hearing the little keening noises she making in her throat was finally what moved Karla to slowly, regretfully, break the kiss. She didn't move--it was entirely possible she couldn't move--just looked into Warren's eyes.

"Sorry," she said, flushed. "But unless I wanted to end up topless on your cabin's couch--" The mental image that accompanied those words flashed into her mind, his hands skimming up the sensitive skin of her ribcage... and she stopped talking to lean her forehead on his shoulder and groan.

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She'd have to forgive him for taking a moment to form the appropriate mental image as well.

Yes, there it was. And, for as lovely an image as it was, he could grudgingly admit that the cabin's couch was probably not the greatest place for that.

He could settle for untangling his hand from her hair and pulling her into a hug, if she'd let him, though. And he could smile at her, too, while he worked on catching his breath. Who knew that kissing could be so breathtaking?

"It's fine," he murmured, sighing a little. "That was..."

Well, it defined words, except for perhaps 'wow,' but 'wow' always served to make guys like him look ridiculously dorky, and now was not a moment where Warren wanted to be the goofy dork, thank you. And so it was whatever-you-please and a smile.

And also, wow.

[glacial_queen]

"Wow," Karla murmured into his neck. Mmm, he smelled really good. "That was wow."

Karla had no compunctions about being a goofy dork. Emma would know about it somehow and tease, but Karla was a happy puddle of warmth right now in Warren's arms and couldn't care less.

"You know, future kisses have a lot to live up to," she added. She was already flushed, so she didn't think her blush was that obvious, but--hey, presumption much? On the other hand, after a kiss like that there had to be an encore. Right?

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Of course there had to be! Kisses like that tended to travel in packs, after all.

"I think," Warren said, once his thoughts were more or less in working order again and he'd managed to catch his breath, "they might, but I, for one, am totally up for the challenge."

[glacial_queen]

Strong, fast packs of kisses, easing out through the underbrush, eying the herds of hugs and the gaggles of make-outs.

"Oh good," Karla said, sighing happily. "I'm glad I'm not alone in that." She chuckled a bit. "Is that another of your mutant powers? Kisses to make the knees weak?"

She knew she shouldn't. She so knew she shouldn't. But that didn't stop her from leaning up, pressing a kiss to Warren's cheek, and then ever-so-lightly grazing her teeth over his ear. "Because it's not fair if it is," she whispered.

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"If it is," Warren decided, closing his eyes and tilting his head, a smile toying over his lips, "it only just manifested, because I wasn't aware of it before now."

For all of the kissing that he'd done before now.

[glacial_queen]

"Then I'll just have to say 'lucky me,' won't I?" Karla asked, leaving feather-light kisses down the column of his throat before settling back with her head on his shoulder.

A little more shyly, she asked. "You were expecting that? I wasn't. I was expecting something very, very good, yes, but...not quite that breathtaking wow."

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"That, I wasn't expecting," he admitted, leaning his head sideways so that he could rest his cheek against her hair. "I mean... like you said, something very good, sure. But that... That kind of came up out of nowhere."

If kisses were hurricanes.

[glacial_queen]

Karla yawned a bit, then laughed apologetically. "Not the company, I promise! It's been a long weekend and now, you've got me and I feel all warm and safe and happy. I hope you don't mind that I probably couldn't move right now if you paid me."

His arms around her, her arms around him. Her head pillowed on his shoulder, his cheek nestled in her hair. It felt so good. In a way, it was almost as surprising as that kiss, just how well they fit together. Her hand started drawing small circles over his chest. "I'm very happy to be here, with you."

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If she went and fell asleep on him, odds were high that he'd be right along after her, at this rate.

"I'm not in any hurry to see you leave." The small circles that she was drawing on his chest were countered with some soft tracings with his fingers along the small of her back. "This... I like."

[glacial_queen]

"It's odd how we went from lunches to dinner to this," she said. "I can't quite trace it. I mean, I guess it is the expected order of things but I feel like I took a really big turn and I'm not quite sure where. Does that make sense?"

Hopefully he'd understand it was a good turn, a wonderful, thrilling, if surprising turn.

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"Perfect sense," Warren agreed, exhaling softly, contentedly. "Did this sneak up on you like it snuck up on me?"

In a good way, of course. Good, good sneaking.

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"I was ambushed!" Karla said, giggling quietly. "Just walking down the campus and suddenly something came up and struck me from behind."

A good concussion! Really!

"And I blinked once or twice and the whole world had shifted slightly. To where being held by you feels like the most natural thing ever."

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"Then I guess there's only one thing to do," Warren said, so very solemnly, honest. "I guess we're going to have to stay right here, like this."

There was a pause, and then he was laughing a little as well. A soft chuckle seemed to play wonderful counterpoint to that giggle of hers.

"Forever."

Or at least until one of them developed a cramp or had to pee.

[glacial_queen]

Or Karla had to eat something. Don't make her resort to cannibalism, Warren. It will just end poorly.

Though with that healing factor...

"We'll flunk all our classes!" Karla said, trying to sound appropriately shocked. "And our friends will have to file into the cabin if they want to see us again." She giggled again. "But it's worth it."

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"People can bring us our homework. I can take courses that I didn't mean to sign up for from the comfort of the Spree Living Room, directly underneath you."

Not dirty.

Mostly.

"Well, I think that it's worth it, at least."

[glacial_queen]

"But what about when we move back from the cabins?" Karla asked tragically. "And the snows come and the winds and the rains? Are these cabins even heated?"

Karla was willing to suffer a lot for love--or, at least, snuggles--but just because she came from a Territory named Glacia, it didn't mean she actually liked winter.