{SCE} Sólo Un Paseo a Caballo

[Nico Martell]

Damn, it had been way too long since Nico had done this. Again, he didn't feel like he needed to bother with words, letting his actions speak. He could feel her heat underneath his hand, the subtle indication that she was definitely feeling it. Not that he needed subtle, considering that Selina had put his hand there. He let his fingers explore the flesh underneath, feeling Selina's body out, touching the details, exploring a bit. He felt his hand drawing upward, knowing precisely where they wanted to go.

At some point they'd gotten closer though, making that slightly harder from the front. So Nico instead slid back, his hands testing to see if there were straps or anything he needed to deal with. There was no tentative moving now: Nico clearly had some experience, knew where to let his hands go, where to let his attentions move.

They were kissing too, though that almost felt like an understatement. Nico certainly kissed back, letting his own tongue come out to play. Months of pent up emotion and lust started roaring forth, lending itself to his own passion. Again, Nico didn't speak sweet words or anything like that. Instead he kissed hard, let it pour through their joined lips. His shoulder rolled to aid in his own shirt's removal. He didn't have anything to hide: a lean body underneath, toughened with just a bit of muscle. In many ways, the only difference between his body and Selina's were the soft bits. That and the few scars from close calls that both no doubt had.

Nico was pulling Selina closer, promising that neither were going to take off and stop this any time soon.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina felt a small shiver of pleasure run up her back at his touch and she snaked her hand up and ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down closer to her, delving deep into his mouth with her tongue. Selina smirked as his hand reached back for her bra. She was glad he wasn’t hesitating anymore and this was definitely more her comfort zone. Selina responded to his passion with her own, her hands slipping further up his now bare back and exploring every inch of his skin, shamelessly admiring him with her fingers.


    Selina’s fervor was only hindered slightly by the fact that she was still fully dressed. Selina’s sports bra was simple and could be pulled off over her head with her shirt which she didn’t mind helping with. She pulled back briefly to allow the fabric to come up and off. She felt no hesitation for she was perfectly comfortable in her own skin and though the scar on her shoulder sometimes drew questions, she didn’t really give a damn. Besides, she had a feeling he wouldn’t want to stop and chat now.


    Selina felt so comfortable in his arms, she didn’t want to leave. She was enjoying this far too much. But then, why shouldn’t she? Her hands trailed down to his waist again, pulling down on his pants slightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

[Nico Martell]

The fingers found that Selina had, sensibly, put on a sports bra. Nico couldn't help but smile at that, feeling as though he should have known better. They'd been horseback riding: that wasn't exactly the sort of activity to which you wore your sexy underwear. Plus, their packs had been searched. Sure, it didn't quite fuel his teenage fantasies, but it wasn't like the clothes were going to be on that long.

Indeed, Nico helped Selina shed the shirt, potentially catching the bra along with it. His own had left, leaving him barechested, and he could feel the heat from between their bodies. His hands again ran over hers, feeling the touch without the shirt pulling or getting in the way. It caused another rush of heat, though it didn't pull him apart.

Hands went to his pants. Nico reached down to help, undoing and working with Selina to get the damn things off his body. Meanwhile his hands went over to hers, wanting to get her to the same point as he. Wouldn't be fun otherwise.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smirked at him when he noticed her bra wasn’t black lace, “Sorry, I left the fancy lingerie at home,” she apologized with a smile that told him she really wasn’t sorry in the slightest. God, it seemed as if his touch alone was heating a fire under her skin, but she pulled back as his hands drifted to her waist, “I think we should take this to shore,” she teased with a wink before backing up out of the water and onto dry ground. She just didn’t want her jeans to get wet. It was a texture thing. Selina held no care for modesty, so being completely bare form the waist up didn’t bother her in the slightest.


    Selina then slowly slid her jeans down her hips and off, giving a slight strip tease before glancing up at him, “I suppose it’s too much to hope you have a condom on you?” she asked as she glanced to the pockets on his pants. She was on birth control, and so long as he didn’t have any STD’s she knew she’d probably be alright, but still, safety wasn’t something she ever let slide if she could help it. Besides, if it came down to it, there were plenty of ways to satisfy sexual desires that didn’t require condoms.

[Nico Martell]

Selina's comment had Nico smiling, even letting out a silghtly harsh laugh. Of course she hadn't, and some part of him knew better than to expect. Again: he was far more interested in what lay underneath the garments.

Away: onto the shore. Nico nodded, though his body kindly informed him that he wouldn't have the slightest bit of an issue with simply going through with what they were planning. He still worked back to the shore, even parting from her to make sure they could exit the water easily enough.

Off came the jeans, down went Nico's eyes. The words had him at least looking up, and he raised his brows. "They're with your lingerie," he replied dryly, offering a slight smirk. He added a shrug. "I'm clean," he knew that much. He also knew that sometimes that wasn't all that girls cared about. Nico glanced down again, before looking back up. He was certainly reacting, and showing it, but he also wasn't quite enough of an asshole to try insisting that he have his way.

Plus, he wasn't sure that he could with this go even if he tried.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina laughed and shook her head, “As am I, but if I end up pregnant, you’re paying for the abortion,” she teased. She was only half-joking though, because even though she was aware that there was an extremely low chance of that happening... she’d known a few girls end up in trouble regardless of the precautions. Selina also knew she’d never actually go through with having a child.


    Selina sauntered up to him and let her fingertips trace the muscles up his arm, “I’m on birth control though, so you don’t have to worry too much,” she added with a smile. “And if you still want to do this, I’m alright with it,” she offered. His physical reaction was obvious, but she was just double checking.


    Selina slowly and gently pressed herself closer to him as she looked up into his eyes. He had such lovely dark eyes. She smirked as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “You can fuck me rough or fuck me gentle. I’ll match you either way,” she challenged with a grin. Selina almost always knew exactly what it was that she wanted, but right now, she was willing to let him take the lead.

[Nico Martell]

Abortion: an ugly word, sure, but this was hardly the first time that Nico had ever heard it, even in this context. He hadn't gotten a girl pregnant yet, and he didn't intend for this to be the first time. It did make him hesitate for half a second, but they'd both long passed the point when that would be enough to cause either to really stop. Besides, Selina had moved forward: Nico felt her fingers along his arm. His own hand went to her side again, letting his fingers trace the softness there.

He looked up at her, nodded. He'd never been one for words; she knew that. She could also look down and tell quite easily that he happened to be quite ready, quite eager. His reactions showed quite well. Those reactions became all the more apparent as she drew closer. Nico's hands went to hold her, even as he felt her slide up to whisper harsh, sexy words into his ears.

"Not my first time," he told her, moving to kiss her again, "though where I'm from, it's always a little rough," he could recall hearing that said time and time again, that there was always something about sex that was rough, harsh. Bodies had been made to interlink with one another. Pleasure always increased whenever you tossed them together. But the pleasure and the pain always came hand in hand, no matter how soft you tried. Arousal took the reins with a firm hand, insisting on its way regardless of what happened to those it rode.

It happened now. Nico could feel it building within him, taking him, sweeping him up. The silent young man felt a few noises leave him, drawn out of her, as their bodies moved by the lake. Arousal held the reins and tugged and pulled and insisted that it have its way, directing Nico's actions. The young man likely wasn't the best lover in the world: he was young, and while experienced, he wasn't some sort of casanova. But he knew enough to match a female, to draw that same arousal out of someone else, to pull until it wasn't just his voice crying out.

Arousal might hold the reins, but this mount knew the path well enough, and proved surefooted.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina accepted his silent answer with a grin. She leaned into his kiss before pulling back briefly, “I was hoping you’d say that,” she murmured in response to his statement about sex. Selina wasn’t one for tender hearted affection, nor did she care to hold herself back. Sex was something primal and sometimes violent, and she had never backed down from life’s brutal intensity.


    Her movements followed the urging of the heat building within her, and while some would deem her actions aggressive, she had a feeling this man wouldn’t mind. Selina was pleasantly surprised to find that Nico was experienced enough to draw from her the inarticulate language of passion that she spoke so rarely, even when entangled in another’s embrace. Selina almost always had to be in control, but this time, she let herself go and gave in to the flames without care for getting burned.


    There was a vulnerability to sex that she almost never allowed. Her very body was a trained weapon, and she would never be one to be caught off guard… but for a starkly honest moment in time with Nico, all of her defenses were gone. To fall so completely apart in the arms of another was both amazing and terrifying. The very idea of being so exposed was normally abhorrent to her, yet she didn’t even think about it as her entire body shuddered, the physical sensations easily overpowering her thought process.


    Selina panted as she tried to catch her breath back, an honest smile on her face. Maybe this camp wasn’t such a total waste after all. Either way, she should definitely have sex outside more often. There was something wild and freeing about it that was just pure fun. Selina almost felt so light and carefree that she almost giggled. All of her pent up frustration was allayed for now, and she actually felt good about life. All of her worries and fears and expectations were momentarily forgotten.

[Nico Martell]

Good sex did a lot for a person, though Nico hadn't exactly had a wealth of experience in that. Again: not for trying, simply a lack of being alive and sexually mature enough to really enjoy things. This had definitely been enjoyable, and Nico wouldn't mind a repeat. He lay next to Selina, breathing hard, staring up at the sky, thinking precisely that. There was a moment when he wondered if he should broach some sort of relationship talk but, well, this wasn't "we're in love" or anything like that. They were, at best, fuck-buddies: friends with benefits. Nico didn't see any reason to mess with that. In point of fact, it sounded like a much better idea than the current situation.

He let out a laugh and ran his hand over his face. He could feel his hair, long as it was, splayed out behind him. when had that happened? For that matter, when had the scratches? Nico looked down at his chest, his brows raised slightly. Yeah, that was going to be fun to explain. he leaned back again, letting out another breath and closing his eyes.

he heard a noise and turned, seeing the horses moving around. Oh, right, those things. Nico nudged Selina lightly and pointed toward the nearest one, nodding. "Our audience," he pointed out, his voice dry, the laughter still inflecting his tone.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina smirked, “Hope they enjoyed the show,” she replied as she allowed herself to laugh with him. “Though, I find it almost insulting that they’re not paying more attention,” she joked as she ran a hand through her hair. She absently wondered what the old stable-hand would think about their prolonged absence and laughed again. They could always just tell him they got swept up in their love for each other or some other such bullshit. Maybe he’d even believe it.


    Selina glanced over at Nico and almost felt sorry for him when she saw the marks she’d left, but the wolfish grin that crossed her features betrayed her true sentiment. Selina wasn’t in the least bit territorial or possessive as jealousy was almost a completely foreign emotion for her, but she didn’t mind leaving something for him to remember her by. “I wonder if this is what the school meant to happen? Shit, I won’t break any rules for at least a few good minutes,” she teased as she slowly stretched and placed her hands underneath her head.


    Though honestly, sending “troubled kids” to the woods with only two chaperones… what else did the school really think would happen? She would honestly be surprised if they were the only ones who chose to make improper use of the time given.

[Nico Martell]

"I'm not so sure," Nico replied slowly, keeping his eyes on the horses carefully. "I wouldn't want him to show me up," he said it slightly, and he knew it was a horrible attempt at humor. that was just another bit that Nico didn't particularly excel at. He folded his hands behind his head now, leaning back yet again.

He could feel her looking, and he imagined she was admiring her work. Sure, the bits would hurt in the morning, and again: he wasn't sure what he'd be telling anyone who saw it. He'd just have to be careful to keep a shirt on around people that might be a bit more on the suspicious side of things, he supposed. The question broke into his thoughts and he tapped his fingers against his head for a few seconds.

"School, yes. Those chaperones?" he chuckled at that, closing his eyes. Yeah, he definitely couldn't see the uptight female who treated them all like children or the burly one that looked ex-military appreciating this particular thing. More the former than the latter, though Nico wouldn't want to run into either of them about now.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe when he mentioned the horse showing him up, “I wouldn’t worry about that,” she finally got out. “Luckily for you, I’m not into bestiality,” she added with another giggle. Why he had to go there, she wasn’t sure, but damnit, she was still letting out soft intermittent huffs of amusement. It wasn't even that funny, so much as just the shock of his train of thought that had her reacting the way she had.

    Selina laughed again as the thought of the two adults flickered through her mind. She wouldn’t appreciate Spencer finding them out here, but the woman… Selina almost felt like using this as a giant ‘fuck you’ to her. Selina wasn’t that stupid however, as she was perfectly capable of realizing that the consequences would likely far outweigh any short lived pleasure she’d get from the woman’s reaction. Still, the cruel smirk that crossed her features bode ill for the focus of her thoughts.


    Wait, why was she wasting any energy on that bitch when she should be happy… or at least happier than she typically was when she hadn’t had sex. Selina laid her head back and stared at the sky as she took a deep breath to refocus her mind. Selina was absently reminded of the lake as she tried to still her thoughts, and was tempted to go for a swim to wash off the evidence of how they’d just spent their time.

[Nico Martell]

"Oddly enough, my mind hadn't gone there," Nico drawled. He was just thinking of comparing sizes, not the thought of actually using one or the other. He did have to wonder at her humor at that, but that wonder was relatively short lived. Bawdy, rough humor always worked better on those who had experienced the rougher side of life. Even Nico was laughing dryly at that, and he wasn't one to laugh often.

He didn't even have to really see her to gauge her reaction to the mention of their chaperones. He just kept his eyes closed, already picturing the almost vindictive expression on Selina's face. Something told Nico that she was the sort to thoroughly enjoy rubbing this in the face of authorities: it was almost literally a "fuck you" after all.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head, letting his eyes roam for a bit. No romance, but definite admiration. The wickering of the horses woke the survivalist in Nico. He forced himself onto his knees with a grunt. "Best get ready," he pointed out. "Before the damn stable guy sends out a search party," obviously Nico would rather lay there and enjoy post-coital bliss minus the cuddling more. Instead he was rubbing his face and wondering if he should be looking for his pants when he didn't even really feel like moving.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina chuckled and shrugged, “That’s probably a good thing,” she replied with a grin. She had met some interesting people in her time, and there were stories she’d heard that she couldn’t forget even if she wanted to. “Like I said, not my thing.” Though one guy had even claimed to have a horse in his family tree… How the hell he’d come to believe that, she didn’t ever want to know. Of course, he could have just been bragging about size in a really weird way, but part of her almost believed he was completely serious. After all, according to his girlfriend, he didn’t have anything to brag about.


    Selina didn’t even get up, she just smiled and laughed, “Let them. I’m sure we’d hear them in enough time to get roughly dressed,” she offered with a grin. Laying out in the sun was comfortable and Selina was feeling lazy. “Besides that guy wanted us to get all romantic anyways, so I bet he’s just sitting back there with a creepy shit-eating grin thinking about young lovers.”


    She didn’t really care right now about doing anything having to do with real life. She’d been having so much fun avoiding it these past few minutes. Of course, part of her agreed with him, but she ignored it in favor of yawning and stretching once more only to lay back down.

[Nico Martell]

Right, this one had no fear. Nico did admire that in her, though it definitely wasn't a trait he himself possessed. He'd found it much easier to simply keep his head down and tuck forward, even if he did have something of a temper that often got in the way of that oh so simple idea. Selina did have a point: they could get dressed in a hurry. Hell, if Nico's power worked like it should, he could quite literally walk into clothing. That hadn't happened yet, but there was always a chance.

Nico did have to grimace at the mention of the old guy wanting them to get romantic. he looked out at the waters, wondering if that wasn't some sort of racist thing at work. Put the two beaners together or something along those lines. Did they even use that word up here? It still sounded utterly stupid to Nico, but most of the words did.

"Hope he's not fapping to it," he said, looking over at her and raising a brow, his lips twitching in barely suppressed mirth. Just the image was enough to nearly make him want to burst laughing. Or vomit. Or both at the same time.