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]

*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.

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"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.

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And she had a very valid point, really.

"If it comes to that, I could pick you up and carry you to someplace warmer," Warren offered, ever the gentleman.

[glacial_queen]

"My hero," Karla said, swooning a bit on his lap. "You know, I was very fond of those islands we visited on Spring Break. Though I guess the heated dorms would work just as well."

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There was a long pause there, and then Warren had to put extra effort into just not cracking up entirely.

"You're suggesting that we should just fly South for the winter?"

[glacial_queen]

"Well, it would be a lot warmer--" It took a second before Karla got the joke, but she started laughing as soon as she did. "It's at least fitting!" she protested.

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"Well, fine. But we're leaving before the geese do. I'm not going to let them freeload by riding my wake all the way to the Bahamas," Warren decided.

...

"Besides, geese are mean."

[glacial_queen]

"Geese are mean," Karla said at the exact same time Warren did. She laughed again. "You don't have to tell me," she said. "I've had my fair share of run-ins with waterfowl. I think I might have earned the permanent animosity of the flamingos in the park."