They're, like, two of the most essential food groups, obviously. And syrup is a blessing from the gods. [ Breakfast is probably her favorite meal of the day, mostly because she eats a lot of it and it's always good after a nice, long run. She's got the appetite of a wolf and of a runner, combined it makes her voracious despite her tiny size.

The kiss is a surprise, kind of. In only that he beat her to it because she'd been contemplating kissing him after he told her what he liked to do in London. It was a welcome surprise, nonetheless. It's soft and sweet, nothing crazy or pushy, obviously testing the waters a little to see... what if.

His words make her laugh, softly and she hums, feigning deep thought for a moment or two before her hand moves to his shoulder, urging him to lean back in to kiss her again.] Totally cliche and totally endearing. [ Because he wasn't a dick about it and well, she's been interested from the start, she's not ashamed to admit that.

So this time, she kisses him, pressing her mouth to his for one that lingers a little longer than the last as the sea's breeze brushes across her skin and she shivers a tiny shiver of delight.]

[He lets himself imagine it - a complete daydream, but quite lovely. Walking through Camden with Charlie, showing her the best places to get a piercing and guiding her through the best food stalls down in the stables. Taking a boat tour on the Thames, when it's drizzling and everybody is hiding indoors. Sitting on the top deck, wet to the bone but with an unparalleled view. Hitting the skatepark down on the south bank. Ending up in a shitty club in Shoreditch, too busy and too hot, make out on the dancefloor, sweaty and drunk.

It's impossible to say what he loves doing in London the most. It was living there, all of it.]

I'll show you. The best stuff to do there. [He speaks right against her lips. Kissing pretty girls is definitely in his top 2 of favourite things anyway - here, back home, anywhere.

And she kisses him this time, a little bit less chaste, and Arel brushes his thumb along her jaw and keeps her here when he licks against her bottom lip, leaning into her space.]

[ If she knew all the things he'd imagined, she'd grab and his hand and drag him up, eager to leave right this instant to go to London, even if that was completely unreasonable. He's not the only one who can daydream, she thinks about how good he'd look swimming in a lake by a mountain, how fun it would be to race through the woods only to tumble together in a field like a freaking commercial for Viagra or something. To zip up a tent against a storm and kiss until she couldn't tell the difference between the roll of thunder or her thundering pulse, until the sticky sweet taste of s'mores disappeared and it was the taste of him on her lips.]

I'd like that. A lot. [ It's been longer than Charlie would like to admit since the last time she kissed someone. And she feels a bit like someone who's had been wandering the desert forever only to find an oasis with a crystal clear body of water. She feels parched and his mouth is a cool sip of water, except there's nothing chilly about it, his lips are warm and his tongue is hot.

She feels a little enchanted, her eyes feeling too heavy to stay open and look at him as she yields to his tongue, giving him the lead for a moment despite the fact she knows she's quiet pushy when it comes to this. ] Best. Yoga lesson. Ever. [ she mumbles into his mouth, laughing breathlessly.]

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[He chuckles right back, breathing against her lips as the kiss gets interrupted. His hand slides to her hair, playing with it for a moment as he pulls back properly.]

You should just have said that's what you wanted, I'd have come straight to your room in my flesh coloured undies. That's what you want to see again, innit?

[Thinking so much of London seems to bring his accent forward, and he grins, one side of his mouth higher,]

You wanna cut class?

For you information, I actually did want to go for a run, [ she smirks against his lips, letting him play with her hair and pull back to look at her, thinking that the sudden reemergence of his accent is charming and alluring in a way she can't express.

She bites her bottom lip for a moment, eyes sparkling mischievously. ]

And do what? Go for a swim?

Mmhmm. Sure. [He laughs again, letting go of her to look at the empty beach in front of them, quiet and still damp. The sun hasn't had a chance to burn off all of the morning dew, clinging to cold sand under their feet.]

You know, I was thinking of something that lead to a lot less hypothermia. Or, I guess we could pretend and take a shower together. Saves water, too.

[Well, look who's just going for it.]

[ Her face sort of lights up with surprise at how forward he is but it's an amused sort of surprise and he should be able to tell by the way her lips curve at the corners. She leans in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before she moves to stand up.]

A shower it is.

[Yes, he thinks to himself when she agrees, and he stands up after her, brushing sand off of his shorts.]

Race you?

[Not to be too eager, but it'll be a good way to round up the whole session. They're quick to run back to the dorms, using well-trodden paths in the woods, racing each other - she wins again, of course, but Arel doesn't find it in himself to care anymore than he did earlier.]

Yours or mine? [He asks when they get to the doors, once more sweaty and short of breath - feeling good about everything.]

[ It's a closer race the second time, if only because she doesn't usually take a break for yoga between runs, so her muscles feel a little shocked. But she still beats him back to the dorms and when they make it back, he asks the very important question, laughing softly, sweaty too.]

I'm still getting to know my roommates so... I don't know if they'll be there... [ Which is to ask, does he think his roommate/suitemates will be around?]

Janus is probably in class already, and if they're not they're definitely done with using the bathroom. They've got a really strict schedule.

[He motions for her to follow him, taking her hand in his and then going up the stairs to the last floor of the building, one last exercise - well, before the shower itself which, hopefully, will be a workout in itself.

The floor is quiet when they get there - no wolves fucking around in the next dorm, no noise from Gavin when they walk in, either. Arel doesn't check if Janus is still here, pulling Charlie along to the bathroom instead and locking the door behind them. No need to get interrupted by a roommate who doesn't knock nearly enough.]

Hey, [He says, looking down at Charlie with a half-smile, their fingers still tangled together.]

Well, that's what locks are for. [ She grins at him, although her smile fades a little when he insists on taking the stairs, groaning playfully. But they manage to get up the stairs and the dorms are far more quiet now, early-to-mid morning. Whoever's not in class is either sleeping or doing something quiet.

They get into the bathroom and the door gets locked and he does this whole charming 'Hey' thing that has her grinning up at him. She squeezes his hand gently before leaning up to kiss him once, twice before she pulls back. She toes out out of her shoes and socks, first. Then her arms cross in front of her and she pulls her tank top off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her leggings and sports bra, her eyebrows lifting in challenge, to see if he'll match her action or do something else.]

[ There's always sort of a rush, a tingle of anticipation and nerves that comes with seeing someone naked for the first time, for being naked in front of someone else. And she feels it, it brings a flush to her cheeks and she feels her breath hitch a bit when he strips down to... well, nothing.

Her teeth drag over her bottom lip for a moment, looking almost hungry at the sight of him and all his glory. Hot damn, he was beautiful, although she doesn't let her eyes linger too long, she moves to do the same, pulling off her sports bra and leggings, leaving her bare as him before she joins him into the shower.

She hums softly when the water hits her back and hair, it feels good on her muscles and she sucks in a breath as she gets used to the temperature and then remembers... oh right, Arel is definitely naked with her. She looks up at him, hands moving to rest on his chest, just tracing a few of his tattoos thoughtfully before stopping abruptly and grinning--]

If I touch these, I'm not going to activate some kind of magic explosion, right?

[He chuckles, his own fingers trailing gently up along her sides, soft and appreciative, up up up to her shoulder blades, and back down, , leaning down to press his forehead to Charlie's.]

Nope. If you're curious, the fireball spells are the ones on my fingers.

[He pulls back just a little, waving his fingers in between them.]

But you can't activate them. Only I can, as far as I can tell, anyway. [Maybe Edward, too, could activate them. They do share the same DNA.]

So you're welcome to touch. [He licks his lips again; an invitation.]

[ Her eyes flutter when his fingers travel along her skin, touching her for a moment before he teases her about his spelled fingers.] Is this where I insert a Magic Fingers joke or...? [ She smirks up at him, letting her fingers slide over his skin more, touching and caressing, tracing a few of his tattoos before she looks up at him, her smile a strange combination of sly and shy.

The water slides over her skin as she arches up and press her lips to his jaw as her hand slides down his abdomen, slow.] I think I will touch.

[He chuckles, wiggling his fingers some more as he waggles his eyebrows as well.]

Don't you wanna know if it's a joke or not? [Why not going all out with the terrible innuendos right now? After all, he is pretty sure he's quite good with his fingers, without even having to use any magic.

He licks his lips as Charlie touches him, muscles tensing under her fingers. He reaches out, curling a hand around her hip.] Be my guest.

[ One hand continues to touch him, sliding over his skin as the water sprays down on them both. The other hand reaches for his, moving to thread their fingers together, pressing her palm to his (although his hand hilariously dwarfs her own). Her thumb runs over the back of his hand, her eyes lifting as she keeps their hands up and about her shoulder level.]

I have no doubt these fingers can do some magic, [ she says with a perked eyebrow just before she leans in to kiss his chest, giving his sternum a tiny little lick.] Wanna show me?

[His smile grows, a little more teasing and a little hungry when she speaks. He trails his hand down along her thigh, up to her hipbone He leans in, bending to kiss her, licking a drop of water off of her top lip.]

Fuck yeah, I wanna show you.

[And so he does, moving his hand again, sliding it between her legs, immediately pressing his middle finger against her clit, not too hard - enough to be more than just a tease when he makes a circle, his other hand squeezing her fingers.]

[ Yeah, those lips are definitely something she could get addicted to. They're perfectly shaped and the way they feel against her own makes her shiver despite the warmth of the water spraying down upon them; she tries and fails not to think about how those lips might feel on the rest of her body.

But her thoughts are distracted by the way his hand finally slips between her thighs. Her free hand moves to the back of his neck, arching her body so he has a better angle to touch her but also so she can kiss him heatedly, her fingers tightening in his. His touch is teasing, not nearly enough to get her writing and he knows it.]

Tease, [ she murmurs against his lips.]

Awww. now, d'you really think I would?

[He's not much of a tease, not very good at it. Always pushing through to their endgoals, Hunters. That's part of their very fabric, to be goal-oriented, and sex is no different. So he slides his fingers further in between her legs, shifting so that his thumb is circling her clit now, his middle finger pushing inside her slowly instead.

He kisses her again, wanting to give her two opposite points to try and focus on, even as he shifts the two of them so that he can press her against the tiled wall, giving her some added support.]

Maybe, [ she murmurs back, although the last syllable is cut off by the way her breath hitches as his fingers slide home, so to speak. Her body shifts instinctively, her eyes flutter and she hums, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip to muffle the sound.

His kiss distracts her, momentarily from his touch, then it's a combination of them both that has her wriggling against him a bit. That is, until, he presses her against the wall, giving her the leverage she needs to rock into his touch. ]

Arel, [ she gasps out, her lips curved into a pleased, lazy smile. It's been awhile since she's last done this and honestly, she's never had shower sex in her life, so the heat of the steam around them, the warmth of the water and his fingers is a lot to handle, delightfully so.]

[ Her hand curls against his shoulder as she tries to keep her balance while his finger works between her slender thighs. Of course, she's not thinking of who might be able to hear her even if maybe she should. It feels too good to be touched again and while she's not a braggart about her bedroom conquests either, she's not ashamed of letting him know how he's doing in the form of freely formed moans and gasps.

His mouth leaves patches of heat wherever it lands on her slick skin, her eyes finally, finally fluttering shut with a low moan of his name when he adds another finger. She rocks against his touch, her movements small and needy, her breathing growing more labored by the moment, not out of exertion but out of excitement.

If he doesn't stop, if he keeps it going, he'll discover that she's very responsive, that she's quick to come. Maybe it's a wolf thing, a supernatural thing, to be so in tune with your body. Or maybe it's just something she's able to do, to give into her pleasure without denying herself of it or being afraid of that great big feeling on the horizon. She'll reach up to palm her own breast as she gasps--] Arel... I'm close... just... ah, little more.

[He's quite amazed and surprised that she's already close, but he's definitely not going to complain; if anything, it makes it even more of a challenge, how much he suddenly wants to see how many times he can get her there. He pushes his fingers deeper inside her, crooking them and pulling back, getting into a faster rhythm as he hides his face in the crook of her neck.

He, himself, is hard as a rock against her, his dick standing straight out and he slides it along her hipbone, groaning into her skin as he keeps on picking up speed, his wrist aching a little.]

Like that? You gonna come for me?

[ Her breath hitches and she lets out a few ah-ah sort of sounds when his fingers start to move faster, hooking a little inside of her. Her hips quirk and she doesn't bother quieting the moans that fall from her lips anymore, especially when his needy groans sound so good to her.]

Yes-- [ she gasps out, her head tipping backward as her eyes roll shut once more. One hand stays on his shoulder for some much needed balance but her other hand can't ignore the part of him that's pressed against her, begging for attention.

Her free hand moves to slide over his side, navigating until she can curl her fingers around his cock, stroking a few times before she simply presses it against her skin, so that if he wants to rock, he'll have more friction while she focuses, selfishly, on her own pleasure.]

God, Arel, just fu-- [ She shudders, her fingers flex on both hands before she suddenly gasps out and her body is flooded with heat, her climax washing away any ability to speak or even see. She simply moans out, her body going rigid for a moment, tightening around his fingers and her face burying itself against his.]