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[The next few weeks were... Well "less than stellar" would be a severe understatement. It was no surprise when pretty much everyone in their circle learned about the giant mess of a fallout that occurred between the two. Understandably, Leia had the sympathy and Alvin the flack. Even Jude confronted him and punched him when he couldn't explain himself. What confused everyone was that it was clear the two did have mutual feelings, but the one who was supposed to be an adult wasn't acting them. Rowen tried to reason with him, to give him that elderly mature advice and remind him that this was not the path he had chosen and was one they all thought he had left.

Time and time again, Balan, Rowen, Jude, and even Yurgen asked him the important question: Why not? And all Alvin could say was that it just can't. Eventually they stopped asking since it was clear that Alvin had made up his mind. They didn't agree to it, but there wasn't much they could do. Elize again did not want have anything to do with him, both hurt and disappointed by his actions.

Only Elle contacted him again, and with her usual forthright attitude, remark how stupid he was being. Perhaps it was because Elle didn't have as many deep roots with them that she was able to not be as adversely affected by Alvin's action. She had never seen him before, so it just seems weird to her. And it was to Elle he eventually caved and told about he didn't think he would be a good match for Leia—that she deserved more. When he started to say he wanted her to be happy, Elle was quick to point out that what he was doing now wasn't really helping that. It was a fair point, and one he knew himself, but he just remained silent. He was using the logic that it might be painful in the short run, but it would be better in the long.

While Alvin was on his GHS, Elle had wandered into his office and was just being a nosy pre-teen, looking through his desk. It was there that she stumbled across the long forgotten tickets, and when she pulled them out, Alvin had caught her and was about to give her a playful smack on the head as punishment. But when he saw the tickets, he froze. He remembered the circumstances as to how he acquired them...and more about that particular day. When he saw Elle notice a particularly worn and old looking letter, he quickly shut the drawer, telling her to quit being nosy. But when she asked about the tickets, he told her the truth—they were for him and Leia. The deal was if she didn't miss her deadlines, he'd take her up there. Of course...that plan was shot now, so if Elle wanted to, she could go with Leia in his place.

Of course the girl would have none of it. She quickly pulled out her GHS and called Leia, asking where she was. After that, she grabbed Alvin's hand and forcefully dragged him out, even kicking at his shin when he tried to protest (and damn did that hurt). Not long after, they were at Helioborg, and again Alvin hesitated. He knew what the girl was trying to do, and somehow his feet actually allowed his body to be dragged to it. He had avoided Leia as much as possible, keeping only minimal contact and giving her short replies to any texts or calls she gave him. So seeing her there talking with Jude and Balan made his blood run cold.

It was awkward—he could see Jude giving him the cold look and even stepping closer to Leia, as if to help protect her for whatever pain he might dish out next. Balan on the other hand was a bit intrigued (of course he would). And then Elle was shoving and pushing him toward the group. The topic of the hot springs began, and even though he tried to just give the tickets to Leia for her to do what she wanted, she refused to take them. But he was refusing to go with her because it would be a bad idea. In the end, Balan settled it by taking the tickets and actually calling the hot springs.

"You're lucky, Alfred," Balan said after he hung up. "Those almost expired and that would have been a waste. But you're both good to go now! One honeymoon suite for just the two of you. It was the only one left, so you only have yourself to blame," he added when everyone gave him incredulous looks. "Anyway, it's about time we got back to work. Let's go, Jude."

Alvin could feel the intense look his old friend was giving him. Jude would later call him not to yell, but in a tired and somewhat pleading voice told him, "Just don't hurt her anymore, okay, Alvin? I know you're better than that, so...just try talking it over?"

The days leading up to that overnight trip were heavy for him. Several times he thought about just canceling, but the pressure everyone was giving was more than even he could take. And really, he did owe Leia at least something. He had asked for time to think. Hadn't he thought enough? The very least he could do was at least finally tell her what his thoughts were about this. To apologize. But all the endings that came to his mind after that...they didn't exactly leave him feeling all that good.

And now, they are at the hot springs. He tried to keep a normal facade, smiling and being as casual as possible with her. But he still maintained that distance, both physically and emotionally. Of course they were mistaken as an actual couple, particularly when they were rung up and led to their room. Of course that would just...bring a lot of awkwardness to stay, so he suggests they walk around, check the place out. As is the protocol, they had to change into the yukata-like robes provided and seeing Leia...well he tries very hard not to think too much about it, for once not commenting on how she looks.

The resort is rather large. Not as large as the water park, and it has a very old, traditional Kanbalar flair. But because of the season, there are plenty of people, both from Rieze Maxia and Elympios. There are families, singles, couples. It definitely had a relaxing atmosphere.

Now if only he could actually feel that way.

As they walk, he finally glances over to her.]

So...what do you think? I have to admit it's pretty nice.

[Small talk. Small talk is good, right?]

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[It's odd in the way he's finding those returning affections and actions actually reassuring and helping him in a way. Odd to note how different this all is for him. Even if he has been in a relationship before, his first time with Presa had definitely been more of a lust filled alcohol flavored drive than one of particular meaning. That changed for them over time, but not to this degree. From the very start, it's always been about treating Leia right, making sure she feels good. Of course there's also satisfying himself as well, but compared to his past, it's certainly much more self-less.

So while there is definitely a lot of lust and need here, he's returning that kiss with those feelings he has for her. A hand slides up her side to her chest to invoke more sensual arousal, but the other actually goes up her arm to her hand, pulling it away from him slightly as his fingers brush and entwine with hers. it's a brief tender moment before the grip tightens as his needs start taking over, the drives coming in harder, faster, and going just a little deeper. He's also pretty aroused and hard, so she'll be able to fully feel each one.]

[ she certainly wasn't expecting him to try to hold her hand, but given their situation, she appreciates it. it adds to the intimacy of the moment, which is... nice, actually, given that they're taking such a big step. the heated passion that their actions had held before was nice, and she probably wouldn't mind returning to that, but being able to feel close to him? that's exactly the kind of thing she had in mind when she envisioned her first time, even if she might not have told him that.

so, even as he starts thrusting harder and deeper, she gives his hand a soft squeeze, her thumb lightly tracing against the side of his hand. her other hand moves from where it's pressed between his shoulder blades so that she can brush her fingers against his cheek. it's a small, tender gesture of her own that might be just a little out of place, since he's picking up the pace and she's moving to meet him with equal fervor, but no one ever said they couldn't have an equal mix of passion and sweetness, right? and besides, he's making her feel pretty good at this point— she even breaks their kiss to moan when he drives into her in a way that feels particularly pleasurable— so it's probably natural that she would feel like being affectionate. ]

[If they're able to sneak in this much sweetness now, just imagine the after cuddle. But that sweetness and affection is going to have to be put on hold as things once again ramp up and passion and intensity take the stage. Hearing that moan is a good sign that he should continue, and he's going to do exactly that. It's also fairly...erotic for him because it's not a sound he's heard from her before and there is that base need to hear it again. To hear those sounds that only he can invoke.

Although he doesn't resume the kiss, his mouth moves down to her neck, biting her a little roughly in time to a particularly hard thrust before nursing it with a kiss. If there are marks from this—well it's not intentional and it's at her lower neck at least. But that kind of rough, aggressive action continues. Even the hand at her breast gives firm, tight squeezes, thumb and forefinger occasionally flicking against her before settling. It all falls into a kind of rhythm with what he's doing, although soon he'll be more focused on those hard drives.

He has to be careful, though, because each one also brings him closer to his own limit, and he has no idea if she's the type who can only get it once or multiple. But at any rate, he's definitely starting to feel those strong pulses, and there are now times where he can't help his own deep moan or sharp intake of breath when he feels a particular pulse.]

[ now that she's at a point where she can fully enjoy what they're doing, the rough way he's treating her is definitely helping things along. in fact, his teeth on her neck and the harder rhythm he's setting are able to draw another moan from her, her back arching off the bed slightly as she feels tension winding up in her body. it's not a feeling that she's completely unfamiliar with, even if this is her first time being with someone, which is probably a good thing— she knows what's coming and so she can try to push herself (and him by association, probably) closer to the edge by continuing to move with him.

he might be able to tell that she's getting close, too, thanks to how tense she's getting. her free hand moves to grip at his shoulder, her nails digging in just a little (which she might feel bad for later, but she doesn't really register that she's doing it in the moment). that won't last for long, though, since their pace means she'll be reaching her limit at any moment— though she wouldn't exactly complain if he tried to get her to that point again, either. ]

[He can feel her tensing and her arching up to him. They're familiar signs, but somehow it seems even more stimulating and all he wants to do right now is just feel more of it. He doesn't even fully register the fact that he can feel her nails, other then it just adds more to it. There aren't any thoughts firing now, just his impulses, his senses, and his body moving hard against her. His own body is completely wired, muscles tightening as he continues to feel those tantalizing pulses leading toward that limit and everything becoming more audible with each passing second, especially when she's at that limit.

And when it does happen, he'll keep that drive so she can fully ride it out. He'll then he'll have his own problems of whether he can actually maintain it long enough for a second round, or if he'll his own release soon after. Or, hell, maybe in the process he might stimulate her enough again. Whatever the case, this will definitely be a pretty damn good experience all things considered.]

[ pretty damn good indeed. she reaches her limit just a moment later, tensing up even further as she does. she cries out— and it might sound suspiciously like his name again, but she's quick to move her hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek so that she can draw him in for a kiss, both out of an embarrassed need to make sure that she doesn't make any more noises like that, and a genuine desire to feel his mouth on hers during such an intimate moment.

even as she starts to come down, some of the tension leaving her as she does, she can still feel pleasant aftershocks running through her body, and that encourages her to continue to move with him as she rides it out. it probably wouldn't be fair to him if she just laid there until he was spent after everything he just did for her, anyway, and even if she's not quite as worked up as she was before, it feels good enough that she'll continue to do that until he's finished, too. ]

[Those sounds aren't embarrassing—they're arousing for him, so she needs to stop worrying about that. But he eagerly takes her kiss, his mouth pressing hard against hers. It's not going to be the most "finessed" or closed kiss, however, instead repeatedly broken and moving due to heated breaths and that need.

This is especially so when he can't hold back any longer and has his own release. Unlike her he doesn't restrain himself or bite back the swear or pleasured moans that accompany it. Hands gripping her body even tighter, his body slows and tenses for that initial wave before his body instinctively rocks and thrusts against her, riding out that high before finally coming down to a stop.

It's only then that everything seems to loosen and he pulls back, his breathing heavy and chest heaving as he rests his forehead against hers. Now comes that usual euphoria, that feeling of satisfied pleasure. It's one he's familiar with yet it's different this time. There's a greater sense of intimacy and he actually lingers by her, lips lightly brushing against hers. He'll roll off of her in a moment, but for now he just wants to stay like this for just a little longer.]

[ ~~hey, it's her first time. it's not like she can magically tell that he's into that, okay.~~

when she feels him riding out his own release, and then the press of his forehead against hers, she can't help the small smile that creeps onto her face. he might be a little heavy, and in spite of the cold things could get a little uncomfortable if they stay tangled up like they are, but she doesn't exactly want to push him away, either. if anything, she wants to draw him in closer, because she feels the intimacy of the moment, too. she's a physical person by nature and she's pretty acutely aware of her feelings for him thanks to what they just finished doing, so it strikes her as the right thing to do.

she almost gives into that impulse, too, but instead she settles for shifting up just a little to press her lips to his in a quick but firm kiss. hugging and cuddling can wait for just a little while longer, probably. ]

So... that was pretty awesome, huh?

[ very smooth. ]

[There's a slight quirk of the brow before a small laugh escapes him.]

I'd hope so. [A slight cheeky grin before he gives her one last light kiss before finally pulling away from her, rolling off to lie alongside her. But he stays close, an arm wrapping loosely around her waist.] Wasn't too rough, was I?

Nah, that part was actually pretty good.

[ she rolls onto her side to face him after a moment, fidgeting with the sheets and pulling them up so there's at least a little modesty going on before she gets comfortable. ]

What about me? I didn't get you too badly, did I?

[ and her hand comes up so that she can lightly tap her fingers against his shoulder to illustrate her point. she didn't claw him up or anything— there probably won't even be any marks from it in the morning— but there are indents from where she dug her nails in at the very least. ]

What, those? [He just grins a bit.] I've had worse from monsters, so I think I can handle whatever you do to me.

Besides, those aren't the marks you should be worrying about.

[That grin turns into something a bit more mischievous. They both had been quite vigorous in the biting game, so how knows how they'll look in the morning.]

[ that gets her to raise an eyebrow, but once she catches his drift— ]

That's not that big of a deal, right? [ though she does draw her hand away from him to brush it against her neck and collarbone, like somehow that will let her tell how bad it will be. ] I mean, we're not keeping this a secret, are we? So, a few marks here and there should be fine.

[ not that she'll be flaunting them (if anything, she'll probably use it as an excuse to add a few new scarves to her wardrobe), but still. ]

[He's a little amused and he just draws closer to her.]

Not really, no. And I tried to keep them in less visible areas. [There will be one particular one that will remain hidden.] As for keeping it a secret, I don't see the point. I wouldn't be surprised if they're all taking bets right now on whether we'd hook up or not.

[ and cue some awkward laughter. all of their friends gathered together and betting on the state of their relationship is... kind of an embarrassing thought, but also not entirely unlikely. ]

You know, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the plan all along. [ she shifts closer, slipping an arm around him as she does. ] Do you think Balan's the type to stick two people who like each other in a room together until they snap for the sake of a bet?

[ because when she says it out loud like that, it sounds kind of. diabolical. ]

[And with zero hesitation:]

Absolutely.

Probably has even more motivation with me involved.

Yeah, I figured you'd say that.

[ given how much balan seems to like putting him into bizarre and/or embarrassing situations. ]

Kinda makes you want to mess with him a little, though, doesn't it? Like, to tell him it totally backfired, or something.

Oh? [He shifts a little to look at her.] Do you have something in mind?

I dunno! Maybe something like... telling him we talked about it and we got into a fight? [ and she shrugs. ] I'm not good at this kind of thing.

[ let's be real, he's the real smooth talker of this duo. ]

[Hah.]

Instead of making things better, it just got worse. That would certainly add to the soap opera, but i wonder if that might be a little too much. Elle seemed to be in on it, too, and I don't know if I can stand another yelling from Elize or a pounding from Jude.

[There is a slight cringe as he mentions the latter two.]

[ her idea was mostly hypothetical, but— ]

Wait, were they seriously that mad at you over this?

"Mad" is an extreme understatement. Jude didn't punch me, but I could tell he wanted to. Elize wouldn't speak to me for weeks.

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Well, you were kind of a jerk about the whole thing.

[ even if she's clearly forgiven him, if the way she squeezes him just a little tighter is anything to go by. ]

But don't worry. We can tell the truth and I bet they'll forgive you right away. And if they don't, I'll give them a good talking to myself!

Haha, thanks. [There's a small, light laugh before he looks at her again.

Really looks at her.

He reaches up to gently brush away a few strands of her hair, fingertips lingering against her cheek as his eyes focus on hers. Even in the dark he can make out her features, but perhaps it's because of all the times he found himself gazing down into it.]

I'm sorry—for everything I put you through.

[He's already expressed it before, but he feels he needs to again.]

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Hey, I told you not to worry, right?

[ she brings a hand up to lay it over the one he has near her cheek, curling her fingers around it slowly so she can hold onto it. ]

That's all in the past. [ which is true, whether he's talking about everything bad that's happened between them, or just the more recent things. ] And besides, I'm pretty sure you just made it up to me.

[ a (slightly lascivious because he's rubbing off on her in the worst ways possible) joke to lighten the mood? yep. ]

[That earns her a bit of a look before he laughs again.]

And I plan to continue making it up to you. [And he has an equally devious grin as he pulls her to him.]