her sheepish laugh and the words that follow draw more laughter from him; soft and almost melodic against the falling water and rising steam.[break][break]

"i don't think it's dumb."[break][break]

if anything, it makes sense because this isn't just a night they'll spend together only to forget about it the next day. this is one he'll remember. one he wants to remember.[break][break]

"i'm a little bashful myself too and you know i'm usually not."[break][break]

is it because they feel as though they have so much to lose?[break][break]

his hand glides up her shoulder before resting at the side of her neck. he holds her gently.[break][break]

"but i think it's a good thing."

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There’s no way she can fully fall back on the excuse of this being no more than a drunken excursion. Yes, she still feels the sluggish buzz of liquor in her system, but it’s long dulled in comparison to the kiss shared back at the bar.[break][break]

That feels a million years away from now.[break][break]

“Yeah, you’re usually the opposite of bashful,” she replies with a scoff of laughter, but hearing it from him does well to settle some of the same in her as well.[break][break]

She bites down on her bottom lip and looks back up, finally trying to swallow down the last of those lingering nerves. “Yeah? You do?” Her brows lift—a genuine show of surprise, as if it hasn’t already been obvious.[break][break]

Maybe she’s just a little slow on the uptake.[break][break]

Her hand lifts to cover his where it’s settled against her neck. It’s still risky, there’s a lot that could go wrong. And Calla doesn’t like to make impractical choices. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want this, either. As evidenced by the subtle tug of her hand on his, encouraging exploration.
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the opposite of bashful? yeah, that checks out. he is usually bold and over confident which seem to be traits he picked up from his dad. best not to think about that now, though.[break][break]

"i do."[break][break]

whatever lingering nerves disappear when he feels her hand over his, guiding them down. he obliges with ease, drifting lower towards her collarbone, then her chest, then down the curves of her body.[break][break]

and once more, he leans in to kiss her.

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It’s sort of sweet, she decides. To see this side of him without the excess in confidence. Not that she really minds it to begin with—she’s always thought Uriah carries this trait better than many.[break][break]

“Me too.”[break][break]

She lets herself lean into it, curve against the traveling of careful hands. Her own lift to wander; one finds the curve of his jaw as the other continues a downward slide.[break][break]

Her heart is a trapped sparrow in her chest, fluttering relentlessly against her ribs, but the kiss sends the frantic edge of it away in a soft sigh against his lips, and Calla is soon lost in this, and in him.

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somewhere along the way they must've stumbled out of the shower and dried off enough before making their way over to the bed because by the end of it, that's where they find themselves, breathless and lost in the moment.[break][break]

"that was, uh..."[break][break]

a smile fixes across his face as he tilts his head over to meet her.[break][break]

"...really fun."

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It’s a wonder one of them doesn’t slip on wet tile and thunk their head in the heat of the moment while trying to relocate. But it’s managed all the same, and it’s not until afterward that Calla finds this funny. After the rush, and the following contentment as her breath settles and evens out again.[break][break]

Head nestled against a pillow, it tips to the left to look back at him when he speaks. Her expression erupts into one of amusement, closely followed by a laugh.[break][break]

Then she rolls onto her side entirely, an arm folding and settling underneath her head. Curling half-way in on herself like a lazy cat. Still-damp, silver strands of hair sliding over her shoulder. “Yeah, fun is definitely one way to put it.”

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laughing feels second-nature with her; natural, even. it comes so easily, unhindered and free and pure.[break][break]

with his red hair still damp, he rolls over to his side as well, mirroring her. the wet spot on his pillow only deepens.[break][break]

"yeah?"[break][break]

unable to stop himself, he grins, teasing.[break][break]

"and what are some of the other ways you'd put it, cal?"

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She settles into a hazy sort of comfort, lulled by their shared laughter and the easy smiles that stick to their faces. Tough, like they were pasted there with super glue.[break][break]

Idly, a hand moves to slide through damp, red hair. Smoothing through it with gentle fingers. The other arm remains propped under her head.[break][break]

“Mm.” She puffs out a breath after his tease, eyes rolling good-naturedly.[break][break]

“Ummm…satisfying? I don’t know, I feel like anything I say is just going to be a synonym for ‘fun,’ which just proves you right.”

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it's comforting, the way her hand smooths over his damp, red hair. his eyes flutter shut for a moment as though he were able to prolong the moment. but they open again to a smile.[break][break]

"well, i am always right, so..."[break][break]

another chuckle, breathless.[break][break]

"i never really asked, but do you want to stay the night?"

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Eventually her fingers drift back down to settle against the mattress again, though one poked him on the tip of the nose in the process.[break][break]

“Uhh that’s debatable, but sure. We’ll go with that for right now,” she replies with a dry little laugh.[break][break]

She blinks aquamarine eyes, slow and heavy. After what they’ve just done, it’s a wonder that she can still manage to blush at a simple question, but she manages all the same.[break][break]

Calla laughs it off, though, and somehow snuggles deeper into the softness of the bed.[break][break]

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be able to get up from this spot if you tried.”


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there are things uriah often take for granted. his bed that's so finely (and expensively) made, for example, that speaks to the finer things in life he's so used to from his upbringing.[break][break]

but he will not take this night for granted. nor her.[break][break]

"okay. good! because, yeah, i want you to."[break][break]

he lifts up slightly, propped on his elbow.[break][break]

"do you need anything? water...clothes...?"

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Though she doesn’t say it out loud, this is definitely a way nicer, comfier bed than her own. It’s nice, and she genuinely does not want to leave it. But that’s not why she’s still there, either.[break][break]

“Oh good, that means we don’t have to duel over it.” Is she speaking nonsense? Maybe, but it still makes her laugh. All it does is further prove that she’s more of a dork than she typically lets on.[break][break]

“Umm, yeah! Both of those would be nice, actually.”[break][break]

Sitting herself up with a reluctant whine, Calla piles her hair into a bun on top of her head and secures it with a tie that managed to somehow remain around her wrist.[break][break]

“Oh, it doesn’t need to be nice, or anything. Just an old t-shirt or whatever, that’s cool.” It would probably swallow her up, honestly.

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it seems like a silly question in hindsight when the options are either to remain naked or to change into her outfit from earlier. the realization makes him chuckle a bit sheepishly.[break][break]

"sure, sure. i got you."[break][break]

still not sliding out of bed just yet, he can't stop himself from making a comment.[break][break]

"cute bun."[break][break]

and after closing the space between them to give her a quick kiss, he moves away again, now pushing himself up before turning away to get dressed himself. he disappears out of the room only to return with bottles of water.[break][break]

"here you go," he offers one, smiling, then pulls open a drawer to rummage for a shirt.[break][break]

"does this work?"[break][break]

it's a casual t-shirt with a custom print on it of him arm-wrestling his machamp.

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