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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 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."