if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Hot tubs were super duper baffling things, as far as Abigail was concerned. She could see the steam rising from the water in the low lights that surrounded the tub. The very heat looked enticing, considering the night air that nipped at her often too warm skin. Even so, Abigail hesitated to jump into the pool so readily. She kneeled down at the edge of the pool, her hand reached out to tentatively touch the surface of the water as Arlo sank into the depths of the warm liquid. Her eyes widened at the mere heat of the water, prompting a rather surprise exclamation from her lips. It was hot!!! Way hotter than anything she had expected! His inquiry left Abigail admitting that she was rather inexperienced with such mythical sources of heat. The hotel in her own home city was clearly lacking in amenities when compared to this towering hotel. It was that promise upon Arlo's lips that prompted Abigail to slowly climbed into the hot tub, letting her body take it's time to adjust to the heat that embraced her flesh. It was soooooooooo warm! Like the sun on a summer day!! "It's amazzinngg. I bet this is like...HEAVENLY during the winter." Abigail speculated, already dwelling on how delightful it must be when it was it was absolutely freezing out. Although, she might not want to get out of the tub either in that case, much less the struggle with going outside in so little clothing to get in it in the first place. Hmmm....

Abigail was hardly within the warmth for very long before Arlo reached out to pull her closer towards him. She hadn't anticipated the man's sudden desire for closeness, that soft squeak on her lips as he nestled her against his skin. She was entirely aware of the sensation of Arlo's flesh against hers. This by far the least amount of clothing that had ever existed between their bodied, prompting a warm hue to her ivory cheeks. Abigail hadn't contemplated moving their relationship beyond those evenings they spent nestled on her bed or sofa with their lips pressed feverishly against each other's. She had felt Arlo pull her clothed frame against his before and yet, that very subtle hint for more was often the point in which she pulled away, almost afraid for what came next. Even so, they were sort of in public..kind of....even if no one was on the roof beside them and so, for the moment, she was content to settle against her boyfriend's frame. She was well aware of Arlo's arm as it looped around her and yet....her thoughts hardly lingered any further on the closeness between their bodies for very long. Rather, it was the home they had come from and the words that had been said that had tugged at her thoughts even despite her attempts to chase them away with happiness.

The soft sigh upon Arlo's lips drew Abigail's hazel eyes upwards. A small simper fluttered across her features as Arlo admitted that now he was glad she had seen the need to grab that extra box. She had little idea of what was in it, or if it was even worthwhile but it had seemed important to rescue all of his things she could from the house. A subconscious part of her seemed to understand that they would not be returning there, even before she'd met his parents. That line of conversation, however, seemed like an appropriate invitation to inquire after the thoughts that lingered upon her own mind. His sister's comments had left her with a plethora of questions, ones that she suspected Arlo knew the answer to. Her head tilted to the side inquisitively as she listened to Arlo's attempt to explain the term 'groupie' to her, that very explanation, however, hardly seemed like the insult that Arlo's sister was clearly attempting to make it out to be. She was hardly oblivious to the way Arlo's gaze seemed to widen at her inquiry of whether or not this meant she would become one if the couple ever did....sleep together. Maybe she hadn't quite understood it after all...

For a moment, Abigail simply stared at her boyfriend as Arlo made an effort to further explain that term, the very meaning of it slowly dawned on her, much less the fact that his sister had insinuated Arlo had one before. "Oh." She uttered simply after a long moment of silence, only for a small frown to cross her features. She had never considered having sex with more than one man a night....or even more than one man at a time. Just the idea of having sex with one man at all was enough to make her heart beat faster and the blood rush through her veins. Her hazel eyes turned towards her hands under the water and yet, she was almost afraid of the answer she might receive to that follow-up question that lingered on her thoughts. She nibbled on her bottom lip in a small glimpse of nervousness before she questioned, altogether aware of those butterflies that fluttered in her stomach at those words on that left her mouth. "Did you...enjoy having a groupie?" Abigail inquired, certain that such was not a role she would ever ever ever be able to fulfill.

Groupies, however, were not the only thing that lingered upon her mind. Rather, it was Arlo's sister's comment of how 'fun' Arlo must be in the bedroom that had been equally as baffling to her. That second inquiry almost seemed more concerning to her vampiric boyfriend then the first one. He seemed...hesitant to answer that question, filled with uncertainty as he rambled on her to assure her that he was more than capable of having sex. It was something that Abigail had, admittedly, not fretted over too greatly. She eyed him for a moment at the clear concern upon his features as he attempted to reassure her, only to inform the man that she knew this. After all, she knew her fair share of the male anatomy and how it worked....in theory. It was like...a part of biology. Maybe not the part of her studies that had interested her but...she understood it. It was, perhaps, silly that her assurance that the vampire's were able to have sex came from her simple observation of their friends. There was something about Sebastian and Dorian that seemed....distinctly sensual, even if Abigail was so far the opposite. Her insistence that they probably had a lot of sex only seemed to prompt a glimpse of surprise from Arlo before he admitted that she was probably right, only for that laughter to bubble upon his lips in a way she hadn't anticipated. Still, it was nice to see that grin upon his features, prompting one to mirror upon her own.

Her head bobbed in ready agreement that they had, indeed, cleared up at least that. Abigail found it curious, really, that Arlo and his sibling had such a strained relationship. She'd like to think that if she had ever had a brother or sister, they would be far better friends. It was a nice idea, but an ultimately pointless one to consider. Admittedly, Abigail was rather grateful as that conversation shifted back to the hotel, that notion of room service was entirely fascinating to her. Although she had sort of been in a hotel before, they had never exactly stayed at one, leaving the young woman ignorant of the nuances of things like room service and hot tubs. The idea of food being brought to her in bed, however, was intriguing, much less than rich people surely ate breakfast in bed. Wasn't that like....what sick people did? "Hmm..." She commented, contemplating that very experience. Maybe eating in bed when she was healthy was more fun than when she was sick? At the very least, she supposed it was worth a try. "Okay!" Abigail responded after a moment, only for her head to bob firmly in ready agreement.

That soft press of Arlo's lips against her cheek prompted a small simper on her features, only for those kisses to trail softly down her jawline and down the sensitive side of her neck. Abigail could hardly help the giggles on her lips, her neck so rarely touched that the sensation of his lips tickled! A warm simper remained upon her features as Arlo's head rested against her shoulder. It was, admittedly, that soft sigh on his lips that caused her to wonder of the thoughts that lingered on his own mind. The sound of her nickname caused her to glance down at the man. "Hm?" She inquired in an almost coaxing fashion. She hardly expected the conversation to turn back to them having sex in the future....maybe.

Her cheeks near immediately flushed red before her hands reached for the skirt she wore, toying nervously at the edges. "I um..." She started, unsure of how to say what she wanted to, or even if she should, or how he'd even respond to the truth. Maybe she was being too.....too...unrealistic? A soft sigh left Abigail's lips, her features surely giving away her own thoughts. "I was taught that I was supposed to wait...because...we're supposed to be pure for our husbands." Those words she so softly uttered had been ingrained in her in that Nepalese education, that lesson one of the few on sex that her schools growing up had ever mentioned. It was an idea her parents had been willing to let linger. She reached up brushing her hair behind her ear, altogether aware that she had not fully answered his question on whether or not she would want to, even if she was determined to gift her one day possible future husband. "It might....be nice...one day....with you..." She answered hesitantly, those words lingering almost uncertainty with all those things insinuated and yet, wholly unvoiced.