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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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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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