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[Now she turns pink, flinching.]

I don't-- not on actual beastkin!

[Unless they come onto her first.

...Which has definitely happened there before. But it seems far more unlikely in a place like this that doesn't railroad them into sex all the time.]

Leave it alone, it's just minding its own business! Besides, those things can camouflage really well. I'm sure it got spooked by the big scary Garlean and hid itself already.

[ Smirking more widely now, he pulls back and stretches out on the surface of the water, watching as the sky above them darkens into muddy hues of pinkish-orange and blue. ]

My true form has no relation to those little creatures, incidentally. 'Tis simply a coincidence.

Yes, yes...

[She makes a face at him, circling him idly until she squeaks. It's inaudible through the water, but by the way she turns red...]

Ah-- godsdamnit!

[Suddenly, she's struggling to feel at her back side, towards her tail. The most likely conclusion is that the makeshift hole she put back there has ripped.]

Hmm? What's the matter?

[ He rights himself and watches her curious antics. It doesn't take long for him to guess what has happened. ]

Ah, shall we head back to shore? I'll have Nyx fetch your garments.

Guess we better...

[She swims ahead of him, not shy about the prospect of accidentally giving him a show even if it isn't her intention. Whatever, he's seen it before. And besides, her tail covers most of it anyway. Rising out of the water like she's lifting a great weight, she shuffles forward and wrings her hair out first and foremost once she reaches the place they put down their things.]

I knew I should've put some support stitches in, but I didn't want to waste time on it... ughhh.

[ Likewise, he pays very little attention to her backside...until they emerge from the water. At that point he pointedly doesn't look at her rear whilst he shakes off the salt water. It dries unpleasantly on his skin in the light, warm wind that brushes past.

Nyx is still there, dutifully on guard. She growls a welcome as they approach. ]

I suppose we must find some secluded spot for you to change then. Unless you enjoy stripping down in full view of those who pass by.

Ahah. No, thanks.

[She waves a sarcastic hand at him, crouching down to gather her clothes from before. After a glance around, she decides to retreat behind a formation of rocks, still making no effort to shield herself from him.

(This doesn't count as polite company, does it? She was never that good at etiquette.)]

I'll just be a second, all right? Damned sand getting into everything...

[ Scooping up his own clothes, he follows her and kneels in the sand to start changing himself. If it weren't her, he would wait until she was done but they've bared themselves to each other before.

(Nyx keeps watch for anyone approaching just in case.)

Still, he initially he turns his back on her to afford her some semblance of privacy. But she takes long enough that he ends up peeking over his shoulder. ]

Need some assistance?

[ He has his swimming costume partially off, the top half hanging around his waist. ]

Eh?

[She's being very slow and careful about trying to free her tail from the suit. Eventually, she gives up and uses her hand to guide it out from the other side, still unable to free herself just by pulling.]

I'm fine, I just don't want to rip it even more.

Why do you ask? Do you need it?

[ He lets out a snort but it sounds amused. ]

Hardly. I'm simply remembering why I hate swimming at beaches - all of this dratted sand.

[ He bends over and tugs at his swimsuit from the bottom, slowly but surely easing it off the remainder of his body. For a very brief moment, he is completely bare. ]

...Hmph. [ It's another small huff of wry amusement as he recalls something. ] In the end, we did find a secluded area to strip off in.

Oh, please. I love swimming, but sand in places you didn't even know it could go isn't the most fun thing to clear out in the bath.

[She scoffs, shaking her head. Holding the swimsuit pinched between two fingers as it slides off, her thoughts turn to his comment.]

Well, I suppose we did... But do take care not to forget about the blasted sand if you're planning to initiate something.

Me? You were the one propositioning me earlier, were you not?

[ He peeks over his shoulder, lips curving wryly. ]

Where were you planning to have your little moment of intimacy then if not on the sand?

[Apparently, he's got her there. She shoots him a sour look after a blank moment.]

I wasn't planning anything.

Of course you weren't.

[ Sidling up behind her, he leans down close enough to murmur by her ear. ]

Then what was your impulse?

[Ugh. As always. She shoots a sour look at him, but the way her skin prickles is indication enough of the truth.]

Well, if you're asking, I can only assume you're doing so because you're interested.

[ He chuckles and leans back, letting her have some space. ]

If the location is suitably private...then yes. And also devoid of sand. I, too, would prefer that not to get anywhere near our more sensitive areas.

Sand or privacy: which is more important to you? I don't know if you want to run somewhere else without clothes, but I don't.

[She glances behind her, lips twitching. Sure, it'll scrape her back to ribbons, but such is the price she pays. Not like it's never happened before, anyway.]

The best suggestion I have is to use the rock behind us and keep from touching the ground.

[ He frowns at the rock behind her. By the tightening of his lips, he seems to have come to the same conclusion as her: it will be rough on her back.

Mouth twisting further, he glances towards Nyx. ]

Fetch us a towel.

[ The gwiber cocks its head at him before rolling its eyes in a way that suggests she isn't impressed with his decision to indulge in lustful pursuits out in the open. But she obediently disappears for a few moments, hopping out of a dark portal with a thick bath towel in her mouth. Hades takes it and steps past Irhya to spread it on the flattest part of the rock he can find. ]

...There. Will that do?

[A glance at the towel; a glance back.]

...Good enough.

[It's dark by now, the area lit only by moonlight, and it casts Irhya's form in strange, cool colors. Despite the sand potential, she feels in her element here, and leans in to press her entire front side against his.]

Ha. Never thought you'd agree to something like this...

[ He licks his lips and casts a quick look beyond her and around to check that all the swimmers and other helpers from the ship earlier in the day have truly gone home.

Satisfied, he drops his gaze down, tracing her cheek with one hand even as the other pulls her flush against him. ]

I don't plan to make a habit of it. As soon as I sense anyone coming by, I will stop to pull us somewhere more secluded.

[You're really gonna stop mid-coitus, huh, she thinks dubiously, proceeding to silently pray they luck out and get no visitors for the ten-odd minutes it'll take.]

Guess we better go fast, then, huh? Who knows who'll decide to take a midnight walk on the beach...

[Her hand slips between her stomach and his, feeling around for his shaft to try and get him warmed up. There is an air of tension that adds to the effect, though; the thrill of getting caught, of potentially having to flee from prying eyes. She doesn't know about him, but it's definitely already getting Irhya wound up.]

[ He would prefer to take his time having sex, he thinks ruefully as his hand reaches towards her tail. Despite what he says, once they get going he doubts he will have much attention to spare for minding their surroundings. ]

Mm, when I pictured making love to you with naught but moonlight to bathe us, I had a more comfortable setting in mind...

[ He exhales when her hand grasps him. It's slightly chilly thanks to the sea air blowing across the beach, but he's quick to warm with a few strokes. He leans down to kiss her whilst his own hand gently rubs the base of her tail. ]

You pictured it?

[Asked with fervent interest, as if this is the first she's hearing of him picturing anything with her. Does he really imagine things like this? She fidgets a bit, her back muscles rippling as he rubs that sweet spot at the base of her tail. It's an easy turn-on for her, almost unfairly so.]

What were you picturing, then?

Well - gathering you in my arms beside the bed, kissing you whilst we shed our garments in a fit of passion...

[ He takes a small step forward, steadily nudging her towards the blanket-covered rock. ]

Then falling on to the bed and gazing into your lovely eyes as I warmed you up.

[ Rather than have her fall though, he will carefully lower her to the rock - assuming she gets the hint that is. ]

Mm...

[She's inclined to make a quip here, but can't bring herself to do it after something like that. Instead, she presses her lips together and makes a soft noise, her tail curling at the tip.]

We really haven't done that before?

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