Winter was rather tongue tied by this attention, the gentle touch on her cheek only furthered her blush. “Th-thank you…” she sputtered as she tried to settle her reeling mind. “I’m… good. Umm, just studying today. H-how are you?” she offered and asked in a soft breathless voice. It felt like quite the contrast to her loudly pounding heart. 

Avery smiled broadly as Winter seemed tongue tied, settling in comfortably into her side.  "I'm doing quite well," he commented, slipping his arm around Winter's waist.  "I was just finishing up my studying for the night.  What do you still have to study?  Maybe I can help you so you can get a restful night's sleep?"

Sexy even.  If being called pretty had caught her off guard, this one threw her for a loop.  The only time Isabel could remember being called sexy had been in the throes of a scene, in how she reacted to touches both soft and painful.  “Thank you,” she whispered.  Often she’d thought the same of her fellow slave, but trying to tell him that in the moment felt scary and awkward.  “I … I think you are too.  Sexy, I mean.  Not pretty.  Though you are kind of pretty.”  Was she rambling?  Absolutely.  But it wasn’t often that they exchanged compliments, and definitely never wearing such skimpy swimwear.

Warmth radiated from the vampire’s cool hands as they encircled her waist, skin left tingling in the touch’s wake.  She would have rathered die than admit to Avery why she had to purchase the bikini now.  The shifter’s cheeks had already been pink, but she was quite sure they were now a flaming red.  “I, um,” she began, as if she had an answer that wouldn’t reveal the slickness she could feel in her bottoms.  “Um.”  Her fingers continued to play with the ties of her bikini bottoms, the tension so thick it felt like she should be having trouble breathing.  When nothing immediately came to mind to answer him, she lifted up on tiptoes to kiss him.  The intent was to buy herself a second to finally figure out an easy answer; it wasn’t like they hadn’t had friendly kisses before.  But this felt completely different.  

Avery smiled brightly at Izzy when she thanked him, a small laugh escaping him.  "You don't have to thank me for telling you the truth silly."  His cheeks heated as she called him both sexy and pretty, the compliments feeling different when they came from her.  He had always had difficulty accepting compliments but this time they had a completely different feel to them.

Ava gasped loudly, when Avery pushed himself into her. Her head fell back against the wall, and she tightened herself around him. “You feel amazing,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him back, then again, deeply. She shuddered against him, her calves tensing slightly, as she began to move her hips against him, pushing him deeper into her.

“That’s all I ask,” Ava said softly. She smiled at him, loving the way his cheeks turned pink as he spoke. She returned the squeeze of her hand to his. She leaned forward just a bit. “I look very forward to get to knowing you, Mr. Avery,” she chuckled, grinning brightly at him.

The pink that dusted Avery’s cheeks turned a bright red as Avav referred to him as Mister.  It wasn't something he, or any other slave, heard often.  He did smile as he squeezed his hand in return, returning her smile.  “Well, I’m pretty much an open book.  What would you like to know about me?” 

Ivy always loved hearing any sounds coming from partners of hers.  It turned her on, knowing that she was making someone feel so good they couldn’t hold it all back.  He took direction well and she let out a chuckle at his words - trying - but he succeeded, and a higher moan escaped her as she was grabbed and her fingers circled faster around her clit.  With him balancing her, Ivy’s free hand moved to the sides of his neck, gently squeezing.  “Yes, just like that–”

Genevieve quivered on the ground. She’d been beaten and bruised throughout the day. She knew that there would be another who was normally so kind harming her. She’d been forced to harm others. What she was forced to do to others hurt just as much as the marks on her skin. Feeling the sting of a whip on her back, she whimpered, crawling into herself, wishing to escape the pain. She couldn’t see or hear anything, but she felt it. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t apologizing for being bad. She had done nothing wrong. Instead, she apologized for the person having to punish her. She didn’t know who they were,  but she doubted they wanted this either. She looked towards the figure behind her. “Do what you need to.” 

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It was if a dam broke the second Avery made his presence known.  She hadn’t felt numb so much as she was trying to process everything that had happened that day.  Deal with the guilt despite the fact that she’d had no choice.  It was the first time the shapeshifter had ever been compelled, the feeling as foreign as the idea of hurting people.  Isabel hated it, hated all of it.  As soon as she felt the vampire’s arms wrap around her she started to cry, letting out all of the emotions that she’d by some miracle been holding back.  “Why?” she cried softly, still struggling to understand.  “What did we do?  I didn’t do anything wrong, the people I .. I hurt today didn’t do anything wrong.”  She tried to take a steadying breath but it rattled as she tried not to outright sob.  “Why are we still here?  Was today not enough, what’s going to happen t-tomorrow?”

Avery's heart started to break as he heard Izzy start to cry and he bent his head down to rest it on top of hers.  He hated the thought of his girlfriend being sad or hurt, even with the idea of even having a girlfriend being foreign.  "I'm so sorry Izzy.  The Institute… they do this sometimes, the mass punishment thing.  Never like this though, slaves punishing other people."  He closed his eyes and sniffed as a tear started to roll down his cheeks.  "They didn't deserve what happened to them any more than we deserved to have to do that to them."  The fledgling placed a chaste kiss on the top of Izzy's head before snuggling her more tightly into his arms.  "I don't know what's gonna happen for sute but I can make a guess.  It'll probably be more of the same but it'll be us getting punished and the others doing the punishing.  It's what makes sense, at least to me."

Before today, the worst day of Isabel’s life had been the day she lost Carmen.  But today had shaped up to be a very close second, being forced to hurt and injure and abuse, all while screaming apologies in her head as she sobbed.  She’d never been compelled, had no idea what it was like to have no control over her body and actions.  Wipe at her eyes all she could, the tears refused to stop even as blood flew and speckled her porcelain skin.  She had no idea what to do once they were escorted back to the ballroom.  It felt like she was in shock again, sliding down a wall and holding her shins as the tears continued.  Would she drown again?  Be forced to eat and shower?  In the moment, it certainly felt like it.

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The shapeshifter flushed lightly at the returned kiss to her cheek, but relief was the most predominant feeling when Avery reassured her they had nothing planned today.  For a moment she’d been worried they made plans and she’d completely forgotten about them.  “I bet they still need help with decorations and stuff though!”  In truth, she was excited to help out.  Even though they’d had staff to decorate the estate back home, she’d always enjoyed putting up the Christmas decorations.  But all thought flew out of her head as the vampire asked what he’d come to ask.

“A … a date?  Like as friends or um.  Or.”  Isabel couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.  Ever since they’d met, her stomach swooped in his presence but she never took the time to identify just what that feeling was.  She knew what she was hoping to hear from him, but if she said the words and he said ‘only as friends.’  It would make things a lot more clear between them, but it would be devastating at the same time.

Avery couldn't help but giggle a little at how flushed Izzy's cheeks got, a warm dusting coating his own.  Of course, that didn't stop him from bending down and kissing her other cheek.  He couldn't help but enjoy how she reacted to him when he showed her affection.  "If they need more help I'd be glad to help.  I'm just not sure how much I can do that someone else can't do better.  I'm not much for the artistic side of things.  I can follow blueprints as well as anyone but making magic out of paper mâché isn't my forte."

Winter kept her eyes low as she walked with three new library books in her arms. Her thoughts were on her homework, the chapters she was most eager to read in her new tomes and the swiftness with which she was hoping to get home. It wasn’t until she was a good distance away from the school that she realized she’d left her notebook back at the library. With a gasp she spun quickly on her heels to head the other direction, not knowing someone had been walking behind her and now her turn and halt had landed her square in their path.

She slammed into them and prepared for the ground, only she didn’t find it. Instead Winter opened her eyes to see a familiar face keeping her upright. 

She was speechless, memories of Avery and their past encounters played in her mind and Winter blushed at the salacious relations she’d had with this man. The seemed impossibly brazen to her now.

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