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(Rated M: For the simple fact that it talks about BDSM and it might Involve sex) It was just after lunch and people were going their own ways. Some going to class. Which was something that Mateo should be doing. Hand to hand combat with Dustin. But the reason why he wasn't going there today was pulling him by his arm. A smirk pulled at his lips as his eyes roamed around her body. Her blond hair swayed every time she walked, and it was almost like she had done it on purpose. They were in their orange camp shirts at the moment which of course was tacky enough, it took away from some of the individuality he thought. But there was no telling anyone that at the moment. She turned around, an innocent smile playing on her lips. He knew better than to believe it at all. He chuckled a little as he allowed her to pull them into the forest. They were far enough away from prying eyes that he, in his teasing way, pushed Cora up against one of the trees there. He stood taller than her by a foot and some inches. He smirked down at her with something in his eyes that told her that he knew better than her to be innocent. They had been fooling around for a couple of months now, and Mateo had liked where things were going at the moment. She seemed to like it as well, and the best part of the whole thing was that she wasn't being clingy. Which is something that he wouldn't be able to handle at all. They had had a talk about everything beforehand. He didn't want to bring her in if she was going to be like that. However, he couldn't help but feel comfortable with her. He lent down, his lips finding hers in a fast second. He couldn't help but trail his hands down her sides. His thumbs found their way under her shirt, caressing her soft skin. He liked to be able to touch her in certain ways. It made things easier in his mind. He let the kiss linger a little longer before he pulled away and smirked down at her. "I think that we should take this a little farther." he told her with one of his rare smiles. Within a second, one hand moved away from her side and did a wave in the air, where a scroll had formed. He grabbed it with his hand and then a pen soon followed as well. "We've been playing around a little, but I was thinking that we could take it a little father." he told her, handing the rolled-up paper to her, allowing her to look through it. " There is a lot going on there, so I figured that we could talk about it here, no one is around." He said, sounded more like a man on a mission. There was going to be a bon fire later that night and he didn't really want to miss it, besides he knew one of Mr. D's kids would bring something to drink and he was all about that. He stayed silent for a moment before he tilted his head a little watching her read it. "It goes over the bases that would need to be filled. If you're not okay with something let me know and it will be taken off, no if ands or buts about it." he told her. "After all it's about you and what you are safe with doing." he told her honestly.

Alyssa just looked at him. She marveled at the audacity that he had to treat her like she didn't understand basic combat dynamics. Of course hitting a moving target is better. Does he think I'm an idiot? "You know I've been at Camp Half-Blood for a few years now, right? I know that the monsters will be moving. But you have to start somewhere." She said as she nocked yet another arrow and fired it at her target once more. This time it was just slightly too far above. She heaved a sigh of frustration. All her efforts and practice felt like they were amounting to very little. Much as she preferred to avoid the company of guys that were full of themselves, she wanted to see her dad more than she wanted to avoid Damien. And he was one of the best archers at Camp. He took the time to demonstrate that by launching his arrow effortlessly into a moving target, square in the bullseye. At least it isn't all talk. Though, that might make it worse... "If I let you give me pointers, do you think you could tone down the self-ego-boosting a bit? I don't know who you think you need to convince of your talents or impress but... it's not me. I know children of Apollo are some of the best archers. And I know that even among them you're considered talented." She looked at him, set her bow down, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Let your talent speak for itself. Stop talking it up." She didn't know why he seemed so keen on helping her. Alyssa wasn't even sure that she cared why he wanted to train her so badly. And she would be stupid to turn down lessons from one of the best archers at camp. But the bragging had to stop. There was no way she could put up with hours of that during a training. "I'm more of an 'actions speak louder than words' girl." She offered him a soft smile to show that she meant no ill-will. She was honest, but had no real reason to dislike the guy. Except that his self-commendation just rubbed her the wrong way. If he could stop that though, maybe she could bring herself to forge a friendship. Or at least deal with him long enough to tutor her. The last thing she wanted to do was actually upset him when he seemed to be trying to connect with her. "Why do you want to teach me, anyway?"

“Oh how rude of me, my mamaw would be honte knowing i did this. But my name is Leroy. It's a pleasure to meet you. I probably should’ve put on more clothes before just running out the door but who likes wearing shirts anyhow and don’t get me started on shirts. But are you sure it's ok to go into the cabin? I really dont wanna be yelled at.” after her approval he would run in and start looking for the snake. He would that it was a harmless little grass snake and say “Oh that thing is harmless.” He would calmly walk up and pick it up. “Can’t believe I am going to be late to breakfast for a grass snake.” he would kind of whisper to himself when all of a sudden he felt a sting on his arm and he looked down to see the snake's mouth open on his arm. The snake bit him. “putain de bordel de merde!! Sorry about my french.” He would laugh a little and then he would pry the mouth off of him and his arm would start bleeding but he would then hold the snake up to Petal. “Here is your friend.”

“I do love the ocean it is always so fun. Where can we get some fishin gear? I have been craving some home style cooking. I dont know where to get some good cajun food but i guess that is a problem for another day.” He would see Derrick throwing stones and join him. However Derrick looked angry and Leroy would ask “You aight there Derrick?” he would be legitly asking. They would talk for a bit and eventually the sun would be setting shortly. “I heard about this camp fire? Should we head that way I guess.”

Even as their combined juices spilled down her legs, she was hesitant to move away from him. She felt as though they were one entity -- to depart from his heat, to feel him slip out of her was an insurmountable thought. "Mmm," she whispered, smiling. "I've been waiting a long fucking time for that, Santos." Even as he collapsed next to her, she couldn't help but admire him; beauty to rival any Aphrodite kid, with the Ares benefit of a deep-rooted firey determination that she deeply respected. She knew in that moment that she was extremely lucky. As soon as that realisation had dawned on her, she did something that surprised even her -- she took Liam into a big hug. She buried her face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of simply being close to him. She had a new-found love of intercourse, but even more so an obsession with intimacy. A hug conveyed that just as much as sex did -- perhaps even more so, for two people so hesitant to be vulnerable with anyone. Finally, she felt she had somebody she could be completely herself with. With that came a sense of fear. What if he hurt her? What if she gave him everything she had only to be turned away? But in the night, curled into Liam's chest, she put those fears aside. As the cicadas chirped into the newly-quiet air, and the lake lapped onto its shore, Henry understood the world a little more. Loving must be worth it; this, the purest of happiness, couldn't never be a bad thing. "Thank you," she breathed. There was no sarcasm in her voice, no quip or retort. It was a moment of rare and unabashed sincerity. "You're perfect, Liam Santos." For once, she wasn't ashamed. -- The end

Andralyn was in her room counting the money she just won in a bit, when she heard James's voice, loud as ever! Apparently, they had a new sibling, which was nice, but at the same time Andralyn really didn't care to greet people on someone else's time. Of course, she knew if she didn't get up and great our new sibling, James would be upset with her. Pulling her desk drawer open, she sticks the money into it and walks out into the living area. Standing next to James was a small boy, Octavia was already out bubbly as ever greeting the boy. Andralyn was happy that the boy seemed to be closer to Octavia's age so that would be good for her little sister. Walking over to the boy she smiles down at him "Hello, I'm Andralyn, your big sister". She really wasn't sure what else to say, looking to James, she gave him a half ass smile. She wasn't sure if since she introduced herself, she could go back to her room, or if she had to stay out there. Giving her big brother a look, "So what now?" she questions him.