decorator | a stolen fruit; a childish sin has taken root

[ Beeeeaaaaaam. ]

That's what I thought you'd say. Besides, it's not like I'd care. I trust you.

[ Or, as he'll see it: "You're way too possessive for me to ever worry about you going off with some random girl."

... If that was the nice answer, just how bad was the other one?!

Thankfully, she's already stepping out from his arms, so it looks like he won't be finding out yet. ]

Anyway, come on! Your skewer's gonna get cold. And there's a ton more food I want to try!

[ And off she goes darting her way through the crowd again. He really wasn't wrong about her being a handful, huh. ]

[ He resists the urge to start with "even so...!" and just lets out a sigh. She is such a handful... and yet he's in love with this handful, so he can't let her go. ]

Hey...! Quit running off like that, damn it!

[ This is going to be a long day... a long day of chasing after her, on top of chasing off every guy who tries to hit on her whenever they get separated. Seriously, this woman cannot tone down her charisma, can she?

Still, even though it's a true hassle, dealing with all of this... he follows her the whole time. At least, anywhere except the water, that is... though even then he tries to keep an eye on her. ]

[ To Ai's surprise, the day is... fun. Regular, normal fun. The kind it's a little bizarre to find herself having, especially while she's with Oberon. It's the same slightly off kilter feeling as seeing him dressed for the beach had been - she's so used to him existing in one particular context that spending such an understated, mundane day with him is a bit too adjust to.

It makes her hopeful in a strange, tentative way, that things really might work out. Eventually.

(Hibiki and Nagiko are having a wonderful time fighting BB, in case you were wondering.)

It's golden hour by the time they finally slow down a bit and the hustle has gradually died down. It's still lively, but finally calm enough that she feels pretty safe leaving him with their things to go play around in the water for a bit. She's not the world's strongest swimmer, but even she can manage with a cute enough floatie. By the time she's satisfied, she's nicely worn out and she pops back out of the sea with a cheery wave as she starts heading back towards him.

Surely this nice normal day will end on an equally normal note. Surely. ]

[ ~~BB found in tears as she gets admonished by both Hibiki and Nagiko for accidentally summoning yet another god that could cause problems.~~

As a Servant, it's not like something like this is going to be physically exhausting... but mentally? He admits to being a little relieved when Ai finally relinquishes him to relaxing in the shade while she enjoys the water. ~~Whether it's on account of being an insect or being a dragon, he's not fond of the water, so it's a good thing she's understanding in that respect.~~

That and, though he is just relaxing... he is still keeping an eye on her, glancing in her direction often enough to ensure that she's not dealing with other guys even while in the water. Fortunately, it does seem like anybody looking to hit on women remain on land rather than in the water, at least in this instance.

He keeps an eye on her while getting to lay back with Blanca sitting comfortably in his lap while he inhales the various snacks they stocked up during their adventure around the beach... and finally looks up properly when he notices that she's finally come around in the water.

She looks satisfied... which gives Oberon himself a feeling of satisfaction as well. He honestly can't tell what the plan is from here... maybe she'll relax with him, or maybe she'll drag him places again, either way he doesn't feel himself minding... ]

...?

[ ...does she look different somehow? ]

[ At a distance? Definitely different. Once she actually gets back to their spot... ]

Wow, you really polished all these off! Guess it's a good thing you didn't come swimming too. You would've gotten the world's worst cramp.

[ It's almost a little too picturesque to believe. Her skin and hair are still beaded with water and the sun's at just the right angle in the sky for it all to start glittering. A few stray locks that'd come loose from her ponytail curl and cling to the column of her neck and even as she's wringing it out, her pareo's sticking to her thighs... and the less said about how the frills of that cute bikini top are clinging to her torso, the better.

And the absolute worst part? It's not even remotely on purpose. Going by the way she's blithely chattering to him, she doesn't even have any clue how she looks right now. ]

Can you believe I forgot to bring something to wear home? I just got too excited... maybe I'll just steal your hoodie, heehee. You don't mind, right?

[ She Doesn't Know. ]

Ah...

[ Good fucking god. Somehow, inexplicably, with the addition of water and water alone... she has reached levels of attractiveness that feels like it should be considered a mental attack.

Case and point, the way Oberon takes a look at her... and his jaw actually drops, hanging open as he looks up at her with wide eyes.

Does she realize that the amount of people staring at her has wildly increased? Hell, he thinks even women are staring at her in awe rather than envy like this. It's so perfect, yet so clearly natural and unintended.

Blanca, who was curled up comfortably on Oberon's stomach, took one look at her and promptly flew away. Even Blanca knows...

...He should really respond to her question, but he can't. ]

[ It takes her a few seconds to realize he's just staring. With her damp pareo dealt with, she does her best to neaten that side ponytail of hers - and then realising it's a lost cause, she gives up altogether and tugs her scrunchie out so all that mussed up, glittering hair flutters loosely down.

And she's still not doing it on purpose. Idols, man.

She loosely fingercombs her hair, working out the worst of the tangles before she finally looks up and catches his eye - then tilts her head in that infuriatingly innocent way. ]

Oberon?

[ Even her voice is clueless. ]

[ Ah. Something... something just snapped inside of him. The sound of her voice briefly echoes in his head... her saying his name in confusion, her insistence that if he goes too far she'll get upset with him...

...and suddenly, none of it matters anymore.

He shoots to his feet, his expression still the same, his mouth hanging open and his eyes fixed on her... and in one swift motion, he's suddenly scooping her up into his arms, bridal carry and everything.

The only thing that matters now is finding someplace even semi-isolated from the view of others. ]

Wah-!!

[ She's so unprepared that she doesn't even get a chance to protest. In fact, it's so sudden that she doesn't even start protesting until he's already striding down the beach with her in his arms. ]

W-w-wait, wait just a second! Oberon!

[ Her voice comes out in an agonized hiss and she's scarlet from the roots of her hair all the way down her neck. ]

Don't- did you really have to- I can walk by myself, you know!

[ Far away from this situation, in fact!!! ]

[ Not at all. No she can't. Not if he has anything to say about it... not that he's even saying anything. His expression has turned completely serious as he scans the beach for somewhere even slightly private. Hell, he'll even take a section of the beach slightly obscured by rocks if need be, even if that results in what's about to come next happening out in the open air.

Fortunately for Ai, though, she doesn't have to worry about that specific risk... as Oberon's eyes finally find a number of small little mini cabins.

It's perfect... in the sense that it keeps things private. Perhaps not in the sense of keeping noise in though.

It doesn't matter that people are watching as a man dressed heavily in all black carries away the most beautiful woman in existence... he reaches the cabin and practically barges into the small space. It's just a fancy changing room, really, with just a single bench attached to the wall opposite to the door.

She's abruptly set down if only so that Oberon can turn, slam the door shut, and lock it.

This cabin is going to be occupied for a good while, won't it? ]

[ Her string of hissed protests doesn't let up even once as they make their way up the beach - she doesn't dare raise her voice or make too much of a fuss for fear of drawing any more attention than they already have. There's nobody watching as they head into the cabin at least, but-

Ah. No way. There's seriously no way he's really planning on - ]

You're the worst!

[ She hisses that at him from her spot on the bench, wrenching down the blinds over the little window at the back - it's already frosted so thoroughly that you can't see in or out but she's not talking even the remotest of chances right now. ]

Where the heck is this coming from, anyway?!

[ SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW ]

[ For the first time today, the hood comes off of his head, revealing his normally well-combed hair to be much more frazzled than usual. He looks directly at her... and the look in his eyes can only be described as hungry. ]

Where is...!? The fact that you have no clue where this is coming from makes it even worse!

[ He's suddenly on her, like a predator pouncing on it's prey. He's pushing her up against the wall, both of his hands on her chest—one even slipping under and pushing up her top to grope her directly... and when he crashes his lips against hers, biting her lip in the process as he always does.

The way the water drips down her skin, the way her swimsuit clings to her body, her messy wet hair cascading down her shoulders and back... he's pretty sure she drove a good few people crazy the same as she's done to him, but he gets to act on it. ]

[ Her lips part to - she doesn't quite know. Protest her innocence? Actually, with the way things are, uh, progressing right now, she's pretty sure that'd only hurt her case. ]

Ah- Oberon, just-

[ It's impossible to get her words out like this. Her voice hitches in time with his touch, sharpens into another of those little squeaks that came out of her earlier once he bites. She knew he'd been clingier than usual today, even if she's still getting used to what it means for her and Oberon to be like this, but-

She finally manages to push him back just enough for her to pull in a breath. She knows even without having to see herself that looking at him with her flushed, breathless expression is dangerous in all kinds of ways but with them so close, with her outright pinned to the wall, she has nowhere else to look. ]

Will you just wait a second?! [ She's panting for breath. And yet - it's only a pause. Not an outright protest. ] If you're going to drag me in here out of nowhere to-

[ Nope. She can't even say it. ]

- y-you could at least explain why!

[ God, it's just getting worse... adding that flushed, breathless expression to her current appearance is... ]

Agh...! No, I can't! When you come out looking like that, how the hell am I supposed to hold back!?

[ How could he possibly explain it to her? That her disheveled, wet appearance, was so overwhelmingly sexy that it even ended up breaking his self-control? He can't just say that! Certainly not right now!

Case and point, he leans forward again as if to claim her lips once more, but instead... he goes for her neck. He can't even bring himself to think of the consequences right now... the fact that she's definitely going to be upset with him about this later.

He clamps his teeth onto her neck and bites down all the same, his hands still groping and feeling her body the whole while. ]

[ Like what?! she means to demand, but her mouth opens just in time for his teeth to clamp down on her neck and what pours out instead is a shuddering, wordless little noise that she immediately tries to muffle with a hand. ]

W-wait, wait! Don't- not where everyone's going to see...

[ And yet her protests are suddenly a little softer. Her voice is a little sweeter. And when her free hand comes up, it's to clutch at the front of his hoodie as if to steady herself. ]

Y-you really couldn't wait until we got home?! It had to be right here?!

[ So, yes, she's definitely mad at him. But she's not pushing him away and she's certainly not asking him to stop. ]

[ Her plea is ignored, and his teeth sink deeper into her neck... deep enough that at this point, Ai should be well aware of how dark the resulting mark is going to be. With where it is, even if Ai wears his hoodie after this, it's bound to poke out just a little bit...

But if he's going to be punished for this... doesn't that just mean he needs to make the absolute most out of this right here, right now?

His teeth finally come off of her neck, his own face is flushed and needy like hers... but there's an uncontrollable hunger that suggests that nothing Ai says will take any control away from him right now. ]

Of course not...! You wouldn't have looked the same...!!

[ He'd have been able to take back control of himself if they had done that! Not that they could've in the first place. ]

So watch your voice... this place ain't exactly soundproof...!

[ In fact, if the sound of the bustling crowd out on the beach didn't drown it out... chances are that somebody heard the noise that she just made before she used her hand to muffle it. ]

Ah...

[ She'd meant to scold him even more, but something about the look on his face makes her words dry up in her throat. This is a terrible idea - no, it's beyond terrible. Even if she's not an idol here, this is still...

The theater wasn't any different than being in their own room back home but this is somewhere public. Somewhere somebody could see or hear them, if people haven't already figured out what's going on in here. The thought of it makes her stomach flutter anxiously.

But...

But Oberon's looking at her like that. Like he might die if he doesn't get to touch her right now. It digs into her skin and she finds she can't quite make a protest come out of her mouth.

She swallows. Then her eyes drift away from his and her expression turns sullen, pouty.

But her voice - ]

Whose fault is that? You picked this place.

[ He should know what an invitation from Ai sounds like by now. ]

[ A small smile cracks into Oberon's desperate expression... ]

Hah... I could've picked worse places...!

[ He certainly could've. At least here they have four walls all around them.

He kisses her again, forcefully and without any delicacy whatsoever. One hand fondles her chest, while the other moves down to slip under Ai's pareo and bikini bottom to prod at her entrance with his fingers. He's not wasting any time... hell, he's not even taking anything off.

He's going to do her right here, in what she's wearing right now. If that makes her think of this moment when she looks at this outfit again, well... that's not his fault. ~~Except it would be.~~ ]

[ It's a little easier to keep herself quiet while they kiss - but not easy. Even with her voice spilling directly into his mouth, she has to take care not to make any noises loud enough to carry in the first place. Her words, too, come out in another hiss. ]

I would've used my last Command Seal if you'd even thought about it!

[ Even she doesn't know how much of that is false bravado. Given how quickly she's given in to this, she doesn't want to think about how much worse things would've gone elsewhere. ]

You're not even going to let me take any of this off, are you? You're awful.

[ That's what she says, anyway - but the hand clinging to his hoodie tightens and she's gloriously pliant and cooperative when it comes to his touch. Even if she really is mad, it's not enough to make him stop. ]

[ Her words are so false to his eyes it almost makes him laugh again. Hell, he doesn't even need his eyes, her body is reacting so positively that the idea that she wouldn't have melted within seconds no matter where they went is preposterous. But this is the ideal place to do this. After all... it means he doesn't have to worry about interruptions. ]

Of course not...!

[ What you're wearing is the best part, Ai... it's what provoked him so thoroughly. Riled him up to the point that if he doesn't get to the main event soon, he feels as if he'd die right then and there.

So the instant he can feel with his fingers that she's ready for him... his hands leave those places in order to grip Ai's thighs and spread her legs. At some point, he had undone his own pants enough so that he himself was ready... and honestly, this might be the fastest Ai had ever gotten him to this state.

Which truly goes to show just how unbearably attractive Ai's appearance was, even if she remains fully unaware of it. ]

[ Her voice catches a little on the way out. She's gotten used enough to Oberon that she's... not forgotten, exactly, just how much taller and stronger than her he is but it doesn't occupy quite as much of her mind as it used to. Now, though, she's suddenly so overly aware of it that it makes her mouth dry up a little. Not only that, but she hadn't even done anything (at least not on purpose) this time and he's already...

Jeez. He really is just asking her to let it go to her head. ]

J-just wait a second, this bench is...

[ It's absolutely not going to withstand their weight, even if he was as gentle as she knows he won't be. So her arms wind around his neck and hold on, tight. ]

... if you're going to do this, hold onto me properly.

[ He's already made it very clear she doesn't weigh a thing to him. ]

[ Somehow, despite being the cause of this situation, as unintentional as it may have been... Ai manages to be a voice of reason. She's right, after all. Chances are that if he had been allowed to keep going like that, that bench would've been destroyed.

Being able to give him an even better idea certainly helps in that regard as well. ]

Ai...!

[ He suddenly hoists her up, his hands gripping her waist and easily lifting her up as though she weighed merely feathers. He holds her like this, positioned just above his length... his eyes looking into hers as she wraps her arms around him and holds on tight.

...And drops her down onto it, all in one go. ]

[ Oh. She'd been doing such a good job of keeping her voice down but that makes it come punching out of her in a rush of helpless, gasping breath. Her arms tighten around his neck, even though she trusts him to keep hold of her - she needs something to steady herself with.

She's trembling already. Actually, when exactly did she start? Knowing herself, it was probably the moment his teeth found her throat. ]

You really are the worst...! [ It's only just barely loud enough for him to hear but her voice is - breathy and needy, too. ] You didn't even give me any warning... ah...

[ With her arms around his neck, she manages to pull herself up just enough to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. ]

You really couldn't take it...?

[ She still may not fully understand why, but she's right. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be inside her, needed to take her like this. Already he had been holding back as per her request... but when she came out looking like that, it all stopped mattering.

His arms hold her steady as he starts to ram into her from below. It doesn't even matter to him if anybody hears her cries as he allows himself to run wild... in fact, let them hear. Let them hear and speculate as to what's going on inside here, it won't change that she's all his.

He'll be doing her right here until he's completely satisfied. ]

Ai... Ai... Ai...!

[ The way he starts to breathlessly repeat her name as wreaks havoc upon her body should be all the answer she needs as to how badly he needed her. ]

[ It's not quite the same but - that breathless neediness in his voice makes her think of the last time they'd done something like this, in the world's least appropriate place. At least the theater had been completely private, sealed away from everyone else to the furthest extent it could be. This is about as far from private as you can get with four walls and a roof around you and that breathless need is probably why. And she can hear it in her own voice as well, even as she tries not to let it pour out of her. She'd been the one to insist she'd be mad if he went too far, if there were any embarrassing marks left on her skin in time for summer but... it's not as though she doesn't want to be touched. It's not like she doesn't want to be loved like this.

Oberon's the only one who ever would, after all. He loves staining pretty things so much.

She realizes in that same moment that as much as she doesn't want anyone else hearing her voice and realizing what's going on... she also doesn't want them to hear him either for an entirely different reason. Oberon saying her name like that is something that's just hers. Embarrassment isn't even a factor in her not wanting anyone else to have it.

So she kisses him. She swallows the sound of her name and every other noise out of his mouth like she could keep them that way. ... and she bites him, of course. That's what they do, isn't it? ]

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