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Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Morning & Afternoon | Tuesday | February 22nd

Everyone should feel sorry for the poor bastards left behind in Fandom where snow collected atop the ice that coated the ground overnight. But in Hawaii, everything was sunny, warm, and beautiful. It was paradise, and everyone there should take advantage!

[Guest Quarters | Resort Activities | Spa Without Walls | Beach Activities | Hawaii Volcanoes National Park | OOC]

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Nathan had things to say about all those assumptions she'd just made about what he'd do and wouldn't do. They were on the tip of his tongue but he forced them back.

He leaned back in quickly and kissed her instead, not giving himself time to think about what she'd been drinking or what it was. If he tasted it, he'd deal but good fucking God, it was just nice to hear that she wanted something even if he'd had to pull it out of her.

She'd probably be pleased to know that he didn't kiss her like he was horrified. That had to count for something.

Caroline would have argued that she always wanted something and that he made a lot of assumptions when he thought that she didn't.

But his lips were on hers and she was reaching her arm around his neck and kissing him back and there was really just no time for thought that went beyond reacting. Sometimes Caroline really just needed to shut her trap and go with these things.

They probably both made a lot of assumptions about each other. And those assumptions seemed to start arguments which seemed to be how they ended up ended up in their sometimes vicious cycle.

And see, she didn't have to deal with any rejection because there weren't many times he was going to reject her. Nathan was already trying to move closer to her even if the sand wasn't making that easy. He wasn't about to fucking move away, not now, not after he'd started kissing her and she was trying to get herself closer to him and he so did not care about the public location or his previous bitchiness.

It really was a cruel cycle of bitchery and missed make-out opportunities, but right then Caroline was perfectly happy to sit up more and pull him closer by his t-shirt. It didn't really match up with the tiny bikini she was wearing, but she didn't care if he was overdressed for the beach since she could grab hold of that shirt and not let go if she didn't want to.

And maybe she was starting to understand his previous bitchiness. If he'd wanted to do this while she'd been with Bod, well, it made sense on some seriously jealous level.

Poor Nathan hadn't gotten around to actually getting into the water so the shirt had stayed on while he'd sulked and pretended not to watch earlier. And while a part of him hated that he'd missed the opportunity to have her hands on his skin, another part thought it that much hotter that she was grabbing him by his shirt and bringing him closer to her.

Besides, there was plenty of her skin out there for touching and now that Nathan was closer to her, he realized that touching had to happen. Without missing a beat, he'd reached down and trailed his fingers along her stomach, alternating between fingertip stroking and flattening his palm there just because he could.

See, he could do this much better than he could do jealousy. He was so not good at jealousy hence the bitter bitchiness. At least that was gone for the moment. He liked it better that way.

Really he did do that much better than jealousy, but those softly stroking fingers against her stomach totally had Caroline giggling against his lips and squirming to keep his palm nice and flat so she wouldn't have to break away.

It was unfair that now was when Nathan got to discover just how ticklish her stomach was.

Nathan didn't realize what he'd done to make her laugh until she'd stilled his hand. That conversation from a few weeks ago filtered back in and he guessed he must have found another ticklish spot. She apparently had a lot of them. He filed that away for future use.

He ended up smiling while she giggled, content to both enjoy how that felt from so close and how it looked. It was tempting to try and tickle her again but he didn't. He'd just have to find another place to touch her. If he hit another ticklish spot, well, so be it. More information for him!

Pleased that he hadn't stopped when she started squirming, Caroline took the opportunity to get onto her knees and close the gap between them. So what if her legs were practically coated in sand? She could cope with it in exchange for kisses.

Nathan was more than willing to give her just about anything right now. He slid his hand around her back, encouraging her to just press up against him (and now he was just gonna mourn his t-shirt a little) with a push against her lower back. There was skin there too. Yep, he was just gonna feel that too.

With her giggling seemingly done, he just deepened the kiss as she moved closer, completely forgetting about the beach or other people. He just really did not care about anything but her right now.

There was something other people possessed...shame? Caroline didn't know since she had none when it came to public affection and it wasn't like his hand was in her pants.

Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have slid her hand up under the back of his shirt but her fingers had found a gap and it was really too tempting to leave alone. Why weren't they rooming together again? The cruel office people who'd forced them to become whatever were so having a joke. Screw them, Caroline was enjoying herself regardless.

And sort of gleeful that he still wasn't horrified by her and she was managing not to grow fangs at the thought of that lovely long neck of his.

Shame was for the lame. Nathan had known of it and it wasn't like anyone but the group from school knew who they were and even so, Nathan didn't care. It was a fucking vacation and he wanted her so who cared if they were on a beach while they did this? He didn't.

And, if he had cared, it would have gone out the window when she'd found a way around the whole shirt problem. It was only fair that she got to touch skin since he did too so now they were both happier. Well, he was definitely feeling happy right now.

And that meant he was comfortable enough to get his other arm around her waist, fingers sliding up the center of her back just so he could touch all that lovely, soft skin of hers. Oh, there was so much temptation right now. So much.

If only it was literally a fucking vacation. Caroline would've been right on board for that if not for the sand and the dozens of other, lesser people who did not actually deserve to get to watch.

God, she couldn't help thinking how good it felt to have his hands on her back and she pressed her chest against his, trying to decide just how high her hand could go under his shirt before she got frustrated for lack of being able to remove it.

Nathan was seconds from just pulling off his shirt himself. If he'd been asked, he would have used the 'I'm going swimming later' excuse. You know, swimming after he'd detached his lips and body from hers. He had no idea when he'd be ready to do that.

He did pull back for a second though, only so he could get a breath or two before lightly biting her bottom lip and diving right back in for another kiss now that he'd gotten his breathing out of the way. He pressed both hands harder against her back, using that to press her against him and turn him on a little more.

Oh God, and he was biting her and Caroline was kind of desperate to return that bite, but she pulled mere centimeters away to breathe and remember what Stefan had told her about control.

"We should stop," Caroline whispered, her hands under his shirt raking over his back saying something completely different.

"W - what?" Nathan asked, sounding a little confused and a lot out of breath. He didn't want to stop and it didn't feel like she wanted to stop so those three words seemed completely out of place. "Stop?"

"This is good," Caroline assured him, pressing her lips against his again for a moment. "But if we keep going I'm gonna start stripping you on this beach." And let's be honest, no one really wanted to see her attacking him in public.

Even if Caroline usually didn't care about what anyone else wanted.

"Okay," he said, taking a breath to try and calm himself down. God, he hoped his pants were looking too bad right now. That'd take awhile to fucking go down.

"And I want to keep going so don't start reading into me agreeing with you to stop, okay? I want to keep going but...yeah, I get why we should stop. I think America has some fucking strict indecent exposure laws. I don't need to spend a night in a jail, wondering if Big Bertha in the corner's gonna use me as a toilet."

Caroline chuckled, leaning in to kiss his cheek to show how amused she was with his little story, no matter how crass. "My mother would call me home if I ended up in jail and that's a big no thank you," she added. "You wanna hang out with me for a little while? You can stretch out, see if that Irish skin of yours reacts to sunlight. Or, you know, help me with some lotion."

"Yeah, yeah, I wanna stay," he said, nodding a little more decisively since his focus and control was slowly starting to filter in. "My Irish skin can withstand anything, thank you, but I'll be happy to lather you up if I can't get you naked right now."

He'd have preferred the naked but he was more than willing to take what he could get right now.

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