Oryn found it first - so there!

[Flyte Vance]

'No.' Flyte poked her tongue out at him. 'I don't ever want you to stop..'

She pulled a face and slipped out of his grip, heading off in a breaststroke across the tub.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn chuckled, then started floating backwards, doing the backstroke toward the other side of the tub. "How on earth has no one found this before us?" he thought out loud. He could feel his body relaxing in the scented water of the tub, and decided that he was glad that they'd found the room for more than just the opportunity to see Flyte in a bikini.

[Flyte Vance]

'I suppouse that no one ever looked - its one of those things that would become a myth afte a while because it stands so fantastical!' Flyte mused.

She watched Oryn swimming and smiled to herself, she was always surprised when she considered the fact that he was a popular good looking 7th year and he chose to hang out with her.

'Whats the difference between 7th year girls and 6th?' she asked him as she began to peruse the faucets again.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn shrugged. "Generally, seventh year girls are older," he said, smirking. "And from recent experience, sixth year girls seem to be more fun," he added, giving her a sly wink. He swam toward her, looking at what she was turning on.

[Flyte Vance]

'Are you implying that once I become a 7th year I will lose my sense of fun?' Flyte was aghast, 'I can't possibly ever imagine being... Me.'

She shuddered at the thought.

[Oryn Vance]

"Tell me, is it really that easy to turn my words against me, or do you just do that to everyone?" he chuckled. "True... sixth years might be just as dull and boring. I suppose you're just the exception to all the rules."

[Flyte Vance]

'Well I am Exceptional.' she teased. 'Perfection personified!'

She splashed him and laughed.

'I don't turn your words back on you do I?' she asked curiously. 'That must be terribly annoying.'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn smiled. "Perfection... hmmm, that's a bold word to use. Shall we examine its application?" He slowly moved around her in circles. "To be completely without flaw... hmmm... that's certainly simple enough. But there are so many aspects it can be applied to. Such as, well, beauty."

His eyes were fixed upon her as he circled her slowly. Then, occasionally, he began to touch her. He brushed his fingers through the wet strands of her hair, across her cheek, lightly over her lips as he circled in front of her. He ran his thumb down the middle of her back as he passed behind her, then circled that hand around her to her stomach as he pulled her back to him. "I certainly can't argue that you possess perfection in that aspect," he murmured , his lips close to her ear.

[Flyte Vance]

His fingers on her flesh were exquisite torture, she bit the inside of her mouth to stop from making any sound.

She was so still as he circled her that it was only as he pulled her back into his chest that she realised she had forgotten to breathe.

I certainly can't argue that you possess perfection in that aspect

She drew one, ragged, shakey breath. Her eyes closed of their own volition, her chin tilting up so that her head was resting on his shoulder.

Flyte was caught like a fly in a web.

[Oryn Vance]

"Hmmm... but beyond the obvious physical perfection, perfection is harder to guage, isn't it?" he mused, his fingers toying at her throat. He kept his lips close to her ear as he spoke in a low voice. "There's playfulness," he said, running a fingertip along her ribs, "tenderness," he continued, brushing his knuckle along her cheek, "thoughtfulness," he brushed his fingers across her head through her hair, "and of course... passion," he finished, his teeth closing lightly onto her earlobe.

[Flyte Vance]

With each touch of his fingers upon her skin Flyte melted a little more. There was something delicious about the sound of his voice, murmuring in her ear, that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine and turned her bones into rubber.

Watch out little girl, this boy plays in the big league, Flyte's guardian angel whispered, just as Oryn bit her earlobe.

'Oryn', the word a whisper of reluctant protestation.

[Oryn Vance]

She would be able to feel him chuckling against her more than she heard him. His mind was giving off a sort of playful lust, but with an undercurrent of restraint. In his mind, this was because while he knew what he wanted to do, he was more than willing to hold back to keep her from being uncomfortable. "Yes, Flyte?" he murmured.

[Flyte Vance]

'Please, my restraint.. its not so good with you..' her voice trembled despite her best efforts to keep it under wraps.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, his chuckling relaxing her slightly.

[Oryn Vance]

"I know," he answered, kissing her neck. "But if you recall... I told you that the idea of taking advantage of you seemed wrong to me, too wrong for me to act on." His hands remained on her, and his caresses continued, but he gave a little smile against her shoulder. "So I'm afraid that, regardless of how much we enjoy this, I will only take requests or consent to seduce you when your mind is clear.

[Flyte Vance]

'I don't know if there will ever be a time when my mind is clear around you..' Flyte smiled at Oryn, placing her hands over his. 'Perhaps from now on we need to keep others around us so that there is no risk..'

Flyte closed her eyes again and tried to re-solidify her melted body. Then she remembered what she had been meaning to tell him.

'Oryn, I need to tell you something.'