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The island's gone back to normal, so now feels as perfect a time as any to catch up on what he's been missing - namely, exercise. The skiffs are still a work-in-progress, their functionality halted by the change in the weather and the way it had prohibited any actual work. It's hard to fix and repair when one's tools have literally relegated to their almost pre-industrial counterparts. In the meantime, since he arrived too late to sign up for any fitness classes, he sticks to the routine of running, taking a long loop around the island and trying to stick to it in the mornings, before most of the island's residents are even awake. It gives him time to think, mostly.

He gets somewhat of a later start today, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest as he digs through his pile of dirty laundry for a t-shirt to wear and ultimately winds up swiping something from Cam's wardrobe. He's out the door and running before his brother can even see or protest, really, and once he gets into a rhythm, his thoughts start to wander, his feet moving by reflex and propelling him forward, the only sound being the noises of the island alongside his own breath.

He hasn't spoken to Caroline since the New Year's Eve party. It isn't that he's avoiding her, but more that he's avoiding the situation of coming to a decision, because while he wants to move forward, he isn't certain if it would feel as though he's moving too quickly for her. This is something - she's someone - he wants to handle with care, and maybe his thoughts are carrying him in the right direction all along, but he almost bumps into someone without realizing it.

"Oh, jeez - sorry, so sorry," he starts, before he gets a look at the face attached and almost goes white while he tries to catch his breath. "Caroline. Hi."

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The blanket was vaguely itchy against her back, but she didn't really care. Letting out a soft squeak as Tyler moved her, she resisted the urge to pout at the fact that he leaned away. Not that she wasn't grateful that she was now free from her definitely not sexy at all footwear, but the fact that she had been wearing them in first place was still mildly traumatizing. Not that she was being dramatic or anything.

Yet again Caroline found herself being extremely glad that no one could read her mind. Her cheeks were flushed from the combination of a blush and the heat that was running through her. Every touch made her feel like she might just burst into flames. There was a faint smile on her face, but she didn't really know what to say to him. Fortunately his mouth was on her skin again, her mind going blissfully blank as she arched her back towards him.

Deciding to speed up what she felt was fairly inevitable, she sat up slightly, reaching down and pulling her bra up and over her head, tossing it aside. She had never been much for patience, especially not when it came to this stuff. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him, first on the mouth and then along the line of his jaw, down his neck, pausing at the base to lightly nip at where it met his shoulder.

It felt so good to not feel the urge to feed on him, to be able to give into everything else besides that hunger. That was a thrill all on its own.

Her mouth is like fire against him, continuing to stoke that heat in him to where he's eager for more, almost desperate. She's small under his hands, but ample, like he could span the width of her body but still find more and more that he wants to touch for himself, and when she makes that squeak of sound as he shifts them over, he grins, ducking his head to kiss the side of her neck briefly, hiding his smile there even though she can probably feel it as it happens against her skin.

He's preparing to be the one who divests her of that last top layer when she moves to do it herself, tossing the bra off to one side and then winding her arms around him for another kiss, and his hands start to roam, palming over her sides and up to her ribs until he can cup a breast in one while his other notches down by her hip, holding her steady in his grasp. Her mouth descends and so does his, his thumb seeking out the peak of her nipple until he can close his mouth around it instead, tongue swirling slowly before his lips draw tight into a slow suck.

He spends the next few minutes like that, lavishing attention on her breasts, from one to the other and then back again, and the one he isn't teasing with his mouth still receives a touch from his fingers - kneading, even gently pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He's reluctant to stop, though his attention is understandably gravitating towards other things - at least if the telltale hard-on in his shorts is any indicator - and he starts working his way down her body some more, tonguing along the flat of her abdomen as his fingers curl underneath her cotton shorts and tug, coaxing her hips into lifting. For now, this is going to keep being about her, and everything he wants - everything she deserves to feel.

A moan rose low in her throat, her hands tangling themselves in his hair as she arched towards him. In a largely failed effort to keep herself from crying out, Caroline bit down on her lower lip. This was definitely not playing fair, not even a little bit, but she'd be damned if it didn't feel fantastic.

Her blood was thrumming in her veins, a blissful sort of white noise blocking out any distracting thoughts. There was always the chance that her reaction was the result of the fact that it had been months since she'd had sex. A dry spell could do strange things to a girl. But it was just as likely that it was Tyler, his mouth and hands and ability to frustrate her that made her feel like she was about to burst aflame.

Lifting her hips, she gave in to what he was going for, easily surrendering to the slow loss of the last pieces of clothes she was wearing. Her hands slowly moved down his chest, a silent hot damn echoing through her head at his pecs and abs. God, she didn't know what they fed him back in Harvard, but it was working for him. Seriously. It was barely even fair. Reaching the waist of his own shorts, she smiled wickedly at the tell-tale swell that she felt beneath the fabric. It was always good to know that everyone involved was into it. Doubts kind of sucked at times like these.

He draws in a breath, sharp and quick through slightly gritted teeth, a hiss against her mouth as she slips her hand down to the front of his shorts, unable to stop the reflex of his hips jerking in reply to her touch. If it's not evident by now that she has an obvious effect on him, there's only one more thing he can think of that will make it beyond clear.

He tips his head up to hers for one more lingering kiss for the moment before beginning a slow descent over her body, sliding his way down the couch. It's a little cramped, and he's forced to let his legs hang over the other end, but it's well worth it in his opinion when he gets down between her thighs, hitching her legs up over his shoulders in a smooth, simultaneous movement. The skin is softest right here, he notices, nuzzling against her inner thigh before he presses a series of kisses there, open-mouthed, trailing inward. It's a little too dark for him to fully appreciate his view, but what he can feel under his hands more than makes up for that.

For a second, he's got to press the heel of his hand against his dick as it practically gives a goddamn jump in his shorts. "Jesus, Caroline, you don't even realize what you're doing to me right now," he mumbles, turning his head for one brief kiss to her hipbone. He's not going to linger on teasing her any further, though, and leans forward, feeling her heels bump against his back. She's slick, wet when he uses two fingers to spread her open, gently massaging over the outer lips, and he drags his tongue along the length of her slit before delving in, his nose nudging against her clit when he does.

Everything had become a reaction. Most of her experience with this kind of thing came from teenaged boys (and ugh, Damon), pretty much all of whom did sexual selfishness like it was going out of style. So it wasn't like this sort of thing was new, but more that this was the first time that it had been any good.

Oh boy, was it good.

Her mind had gone just the amount of blank that she can't even formulate a response beyond a vaguely questioning murmur and a halfway thought out notion of returning the favour. Even that quickly failed her, a squeaky moan escaping her as he touched just there. Back arching, she grabbed the arm of the couch behind her head. "Tyler," she breathed feeling faintly like she could see stars. "Oh God. Tyler."

Everything she's wielded, everything he's deserved over these last few weeks for seemingly ignoring her, for neglecting her, for turning away out of selfishness and a ridiculous fear that he doesn't even comprehend now, after the fact - it's all worth it now, the minute his name falls from her lips in that breathless gasp, a moan slipping somewhere in there that somehow serves as a direct line to his hard-on, bringing it to an almost painful degree as he grunts in response. He can't be blamed now if his answers are more instinctual, his movements reflexive, and at the first taste of her he's already eager for more, fingertips keeping her open as his mouth seeks out every little place to touch and savor.

"God, you're beautiful," he groans, pausing for only as long as it takes him to utter the words before going in again. He tongues her clit until it swells, until she's freely wet, making it even easier for him to nudge a finger inside her, index pushing in to the first knuckle before he pulls back and then eases in again, deeper still, his lips wrapping around her clit to suck slowly.

Her breath escaped in a long, steady hiss chest heaving in a combination of exertion and ecstasy. Caroline didn't care if she made so much noise that they could hear her all the way back in Mystic Falls. Whatever. She was beyond caring about that sort of thing, past wondering and worrying and all of that. Even the thoughts of paying him back or returning the favor or whatever had fled. She'd get to that, trust her she definitely would but now there was just heat and a blissful blankness of her mind that had been filled up with feeling.

With nothing but a wordless shout to warn of the orgasm that ran through her in a wave, writhing and messy but so good that she didn't care. Hips bucking she gripped the dusty coach for dear life as she moaned, "God, Tyler," trying to sound a bit more threatening than she honestly felt. She was rapidly heading towards the place where she felt a bit like blissful go (in the good way) and she was not ready for everything to be finished. Where was the fun in that?

But whatever was up next had nothing on the here and now. Not even a little bit.

She's beautiful - even more so like this, hovering on the brink for what feels like close to an eternity before she releases all that tension in a rush, and he holds her through it, one hand resting palm-flat against her abdomen while he feels her stomach muscles tighten and relax, the same way those muscles around his fingers squeeze with every wave of sensation coursing through her, and he coaxes her back down with idle tonguing, easing his hand away once she's still again.

He raises his head slowly, pressing a slightly sticky kiss to her inner thigh only seconds beforehand, and crawls his way up to her, brushing a few stray pieces of hair back from her forehead as he stretches out over her, smiling slowly.

"What about now?" he asks, sucking in his lower lip. "Still warm?"

Breathing heavily Caroline was pretty certain it was entirely unfair of Tyler to ask her anything right then. She could barely formulate thoughts let alone say them out loud. She was still partially reeling in the aftermath, enjoying the buzz of it and the way that she was definitely warm, right down to the tips of her toes. It was definitely good. It just made her want more.

Lazily smiling up at him, she nodded as she slowly ran her hand down his side and up again. "Oh yeah. Definitely warm." Honestly she wasn't so sure what they had been talking about before they had wound up in this abandoned hut. She couldn't even tell if it was still raining. Everything had kind of started to blur. Licking her lips she pointed her toes as she rubbed her foot lazily against his calf. The height difference had worked out just fine.

"What about you? You can't be left in the cold after a performance like that. It wouldn't be right."

She's still breathing hard underneath him, looking half-dazed and entirely sated for the moment, and he finds he's more than content to just linger near her, stretching out alongside her on the couch - which doesn't provide much room as is, so he's pretty much forced to crowd in along her side, but he gets the impression that she isn't objecting much to the closeness. Folding one arm under his head, his fingers absently run through her hair, pushing back a few curls sticking to the side of her face.

"Oh, so that's what you consider a performance?" he teases, smirking slightly. From what he can tell, the storm is starting to taper off, though he's in no rush to leave any time soon and he doubts she is either. His free hand maps out a descent over her body, fingertips trailing along the valley between her breasts before making their way to the flat plane of her stomach, circling over the curves of her hipbones.

"Well, if you wanted to ensure my warmth as well, I wouldn't be in a place to stop you. It wouldn't be right."

For a moment the only move that Caroline made was that of her chest going up and down as she breathed. Instead she just watched him, tilting her head to follow the path of his fingers with her eyes. She could feel it, the lines like a small trail of fire on her skin, but somehow seeing it made it feel a bit more real. A bit more solid.

"No, it wouldn't. You know, fair is fair and all that," she teased lightly, gliding her fingers over his abdomen as she headed south. God, did they make all boys like this up north? Or were the Winklevoss brothers just a really awesome exception?

God. Like it even mattered right now.

Reaching down she ran her hand down the length of his hard on, fingers moving in lazy circles up the shaft and lingering briefly at the tip before giving him a firm, but gentle stroke. "How's this for a start?"

"Fair is - " Tyler starts, only to find himself beyond incapable of forming a complete sentence by any stretch of the imagination the moment she gets her hand on him, first drawing in a shuddering chuckle of a laugh as her fingers tickle his abdomen and then having to bite down on the inside of his cheek in the aftermath.

"That's - that's - " It feels as though his brain stutters on the word, failing to compute much beyond that as the gentle touch of her hand turns into that surprisingly firm stroke, the one that's enough to turn his brain into something purely gelatinous. All he can do is answer reflexively, tilting his hips up in eager response as he presses his lips to the soft edge of her mouth.

His reaction bolstered her confidence, not that she'd really been lagging in that department for this sort of thing. It was basic stuff, but there was something to be said about knowing the basics and being good at them. Picking up just the faintest amount of speed, she continued to move her hand in practiced motions, cupping and stroking just a little bit at time. Everything was deliberate, drawn out in a way that might have been a little cruel, but if it only took one measly little touch to finish him then it was kind of boring.

"Oh, is it? How articulate," she teased as she kissed him on the mouth, never stopping. It might not be much longer, given that he was half-way there but she was going to have a little fun with it.

"Sorry," he manages, quick and breathless and bordering on a nervous chuckle before his hips snap up again at her touch. He can't ever remember being this attuned, this into every single touch and caress of her hand - then again, he's pretty sure the last time he did this, there'd been one too many glasses of champagne to constitute it as anything but awkward fumbling. But Caroline's better than that. She deserves better than that - and somehow better has turned into curling up somewhere in an abandoned hut, but screw it, he's not turning back now.

"You - kind of make it hard to speak," he manages, fighting to grit out the words as he braces a hand on the armrest next to her head in a white-knuckled grip. "Jesus, Caroline."

Part of Caroline was certain that it might have just been easier if they had just had sex. Not that any of this had been bad or that she wasn't going to give it her all. There was just something to be said for the basics, even if it boiled down to going all the way on a ratty old couch in an abandoned hut. If it had worked for McAdams and Gosling in The Notebook, why couldn't it work for her?

With a self-satisfied smile, she never ceased her movements, continuing to push him further along even as she moved to kiss down the line of neck, nipping slightly where it met his shoulder. Just because she wasn't going to feed off him didn't make that habit go away.

The sensation of her mouth is damn near intoxicating, heated and soft all in the same instant, enough to go straight to his head and hard-on in equal divide, and one hand slips away from its grip on the arm of the couch to tangle fingers in her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging, walking the line between desperate and rough as he greedily seeks out her lips against his own again.

"Care," he murmurs, only getting as far as that first part of her name before another groan rises, deep in his chest. His free hand reaches low, flexes fingers against the outside of the soft skin of her thigh before delving inward, wanting to unravel her as thoroughly as she's accomplished with him. He bites the inside of his cheek, hips jerking once, holding back that urge to release. It's too soon, too goddamn soon for it to all be over yet.

Caroline forced herself to not think about how Matt had called her by the nickname. Thinking of the ex (that's what he was, now at least, months later) when with someone else was what she had always accused him of doing. There was no need for her to do the same thing to Tyler. Feeling shades of confident and bold, a heat coiled low in her abdomen, her concentration momentarily lost at the feeling of his fingers on her inner thigh.

Her breath caught, her teeth biting down on his lower lip before she brought herself back into focus. She knew that he probably couldn't hold out for much longer, her hand moving slow, pointed strokes, pushing him further. If he wanted to take her down with him then she was more than fine with that. Whatever they had been meaning to talk about would just have to wait. "Tyler," she breathed as she kissed him again, slower this time, lingering with the faint taste of blood in her mouth.

Selfishly, he wants more of her, but he can't ask for that now. There's no access to anything in the way of protection, and he wouldn't be willing to take the risk. Maybe sometime in the future, later on, he can know what it's like to be inside her, but for now he can settle for this. Frankly, it's more than settling, but when her hand slows down, he muffles a groan against her neck, close to bursting from the sheer tease of it.

"Don't stop," he pleads, his fingertips moving up the inside of her thigh to touch her, two slipping in slowly to match the pace of her hand on him, his hips rocking up into hers as their wrists bump and hands fumble in between. God, it's so close and yet not enough, and his eyes meet hers, hungry and half-lidded.

Taking that leap from impromptu everything-but to actual sex had been a lot easier when she'd been a vampire. Despite the fact that dying actually kind of sucked, but it was killer birth control. Sometimes she just had to focus on the little things like to get passed all of the other stuff that she was less than a fan of.

What she didn't do was stop, rather just kept building the tension with each slow stroke of her hand. Quick and dirty was fine for some things, but a little build never hurt anyone. Her heart was racing, everything was sticky and warm and good. "I won't," she breathed and it was bit like a promise. "Not yet anyways."

He drops his head to bury it in her neck, groaning louder against her skin as the strokes of her hand overwhelm him, make it impossible for him to think about anything but what it would be like to kneel between her thighs and thrust in, to see the way her body would arch.

"Caroline, I don't have a, uh - " He falters on the word, ridiculous in its simplicity but somehow impossible to utter now, lifting his head slowly to meet her gaze and hoping she understands. He needs a release but he's not going to risk it at her expense, and he realizes he's been neglecting things on her end, brushing a thumb over her clit before curving the fingers inside her, crooking them slowly.

The answer that came her to her mind disappeared before she could say it. His touch sent shivers down her spine, like an electric jolt to her core that she didn't want to stop. It almost caught her by surprise, not enough to make her stop what she was doing, but enough to slower down.

"Figures," she said trying to not sound as exasperated as she kind of felt. It would be easier to just get them both there the old fashioned way, but that wasn't going to happen. Nothing killed the mood like the probability of a negative consequence. "Whatever you want. I'm good."

He ducks his head against her neck to muffle an equally frustrated groan, kissing her collarbone while he's there, his hand still moving against her as he struggles not to grind into her thigh like he's not as desperate as he feels.

"I know," he breathes, kissing her neck again before his lips trail up to her jaw, her cheek, nose nuzzling her temple gently. "If you want, we'll go slow? And I'll time it - God, I swear, if I don't get inside you soon I'm going to go insane."

Timing seemed like it was something that was definitely beyond them. Caroline had nothing against a little organization, but she couldn't really figure out how that was going to work out.

Nor did she really care to. Breathing deeply she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. After all she was pretty certain that going any slower might actually kill her. Again. Turning her head she kissed him. "Can't have that," she breathed with a smile. "So let's just go for it."

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