Selkie Cove, Thursday Evening

[glacial_queen]

Like much of the island, Karla had been dreaming a lot lately. Some of her dreams featured Triela, but most of them were of her parents. In the beginning of the week, she'd dreamed of them as they'd been when she was a child: amazing and wonderful and larger than life. By last night, however, she was seeing them as an adult and had spent most of the dream trying to talk to them about what she was supposed to do next, how to be a good Queen.

The frustrating thing about dreams was how they sometimes refused to give any easy answers.

After a nap and yet another unhelpful dream, Karla decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air. Maybe that would help her think. She felt the tug towards Ingvar's shores, but ignored it. She'd searched for the stone the last time this happened. She could let it go for now. After all, the odds were pretty good that her parents would show up tomorrow. Why hasten the arrival of Fandom weird tonight?

[For the boy and the parents, please]

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[wwiii]

So, Warren's girlfriend was a tease. The biggest tease that he'd ever known. Which, granted, wasn't saying much, but... well...

There had been a video. And the moment Warren had been able to watch that video, he'd booked a portal, because some things just required a visit. And he'd been intending to tap on her window and surprise her, but she didn't seem to be in her room, so a flight around the island it was going to be.

He hadn't been expecting to spot her by Selkie Cove, but he couldn't help but smile as he did. A secluded place to surprise his girlfriend at? What more could a man ask for.

He was careful to land quietly, so that he could walk up behind her, and then slip his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who."

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The best part was? Karla didn't even know he'd gotten the video yet. She'd told mini-Morton to send it sometime as a random surprise.

And so it was! For the both of them.

Even with his hands over her eyes, there was no question of who it was. "Warren!" she said with a grin, turning around in his arms to wrap her arms around him. "What are you doing on-island? Don't you have class tomorrow?"

He could answer when he was done kissing her hello.

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And Warren wasn't going to be finished kissing her hello for at least another minute or so. That was fine, right? His arms were around her and his wings were around her and it was entirely possible that he'd just never come up for air.

... Okay, eventually, he'd come up for air.

"Never knew you were so good with a jumprope."

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Karla laughed at that. "You got it? Finally! I was starting to think that Mini-Morton was going to hold onto that forever."

She leaned up to give him another kiss. "Did you really come all this way because of a jump rope?"

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"Nah," Warren replied, leaning forward to kiss her again. "I came all this way because of the lady using it."

Duh, Karla.

"Missed you."

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"Missed you more," Karla said, though that was probably a lie. She nuzzled him and smiled. "So when did you get the video, hmm? And you've made sure that it's nowhere Asher can get to it?"

Because if he ever saw it, Karla would probably die. Of embarrassment. Forever.

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"The douchebag roommate has no access to it at all," Warren promised. "I got it... this afternoon, actually."

He cleared his throat and then grinned a little.

"It was a very compelling reason to come visit tonight."

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"Oh," Karla said, realization dawning in her eyes. "Oh, I see."

She stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You wanna tell me about that a little bit? Here, under the nice open sky?"

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"With nobody around for miles?" Warren's wings were folding around her, now, and there was a definite purr in his voice. "I think it would only be fitting, considering the video was for my eyes only, too."

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"I just thought you'd appreciate a star-spangled canopy over us," Karla said, snuggling up close and thrusting her hands into his wings. "And since I wasn't there for it, you're going to have to tell me how you reacted to that surprise video of mine."

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"Well, it-- Mmmn..." Oh, her hands in his wings felt good. "Started with staring. Because I didn't want to miss a second of it."

He chuckled, low, and pressed himself right up against her.

"I might have played it a second time, but in slow-motion."

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Karla sighed as she felt him, hot and hard and pressing into her lower belly. Yeah, that video had been a great idea.

"I thought you might appreciate something to help you while away those lonely nights in Sunnydale," she murmured, nipping at his ear. "In case you needed something to remember me by."

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"Oh, it's a video that I plan to treasure," he replied, leaning his head slightly while his hands worked their way up the back of her shirt. "Frequently. Enthusiastically. You'll forgive me if it takes me a while to figure out... how to return the favor."

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"I don't know," Karla said, stroking the inside of his calf with her foot. "I really like getting an unexpected you in return for it. Especially..." she shifted her hips forward, calling attention to the front of his pants, "...in your current state. Been like this all the way from Sunnydale?"

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"I had to wear a long coat," he confirmed. Shamelessly. "Have you got any idea what you, doing that, does for me?"

Could she guess?

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"Nope," Karla lied, also shamelessly. "You're going to have to tell me. In exquisite detail. And then show me, too."

Was this a good time for another kiss? BWAHAHA, OF COURSE IT WAS.

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Was there ever a bad time for another kiss? Warren was pretty sure the answer was no. In fact, he was now resolving to keep on kissing her no matter what, so there.

But he was also very amenable to showing her in exquisite detail, as she had asked. Maybe he'd start by tugging at her shirt. It had been far too long since he'd seen those beautiful breasts in person, after all...

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Well, if he was going to do that, then Karla was going to have to remove her hands from his wings. After all, her shirt had sleeves that she'd have to duck out of. But that just freed her hands to begin unbuttoning his shirt as well.

Because, Warren and chest. She needed no other reasons than those.

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And Warren wasn't going to complain, either. Losing his shirt was his other-other mutation, after all. Who needed shirts? Who needed clothes, for that matter? She was quite welcome to undress him, and he'd happily content himself with letting his hands explore her breasts.

He'd missed those.

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Even though there wasn't much to miss?

Karla gasped when his hands found her breasts. "I think maybe we should sit down," she moaned before nibbling on his collarbone. "At least before I fall down."

Granted, he could hold her up with barely any effort on his part, but sometimes a girl wanted to be on her back with her boyfriend on top of her. Was that too much to ask?

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"Sit," Warren agreed, easing her down to the ground. One of his wings remained cradled underneath her, so that she didn't have to lay down in the sand. "Or lay. You have no objections to getting laid, do you?"

It was a horrible line.

It had been a long day of travel.

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Karla appreciated it anyway.

"By you?" she asked, reaching up for him again. "Never. Mmm, you know...so I was thinking...on the way back to your hotel--" because he was staying at least the night, wasn't he? "--I could maybe grab that skirt. And the jump rope? And reenact that video for you?"

She slid one finger down his chest to the waistband of his pants.

"Unless you think you'd get bored, watching it for the third time in one night..."

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"I don't think that could possibly ever get old," Warren chuckled, claws tracing idle trails over her skin. "I think it's a detour worth taking, as a matter of fact."

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"Later," Karla reminded him, wiggling out of her shirt entirely. "After we're done saying hello." She arched under him as his claws found a particularly ticklish spot. "And it's been awhile, so I expect this hello to be both thorough and intense."

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"Very thorough. Very intense," Warren promised, as he shifted his weight a little, just enough to start kissing his way down across her shoulder. "Missed the... the way you taste..." Kissing break. "... too."