<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Chester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chester Thorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10249840#msg10249840)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Dionysus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lake for Swimming<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 25, 11am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mariam<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing green trunks<hr/>Chester beamed under her appreciative gaze then let her head up the ladder before her followed. He wasn't gonna lie... he enjoyed the view all the way until the point when she made it to loft she'd crafted. He wasn't long after her though, appearing and pushing himself up onto the leafy pad. He did remember to touch his fingers to the vines he'd grown, getting them to release their anchor so that he could draw it upward. Last thing he wanted was someone getting curious about a random ladder in the woods and deciding to have a little climb.<br/><br/>That taken care of though, Chester crawled toward Mariam as she crooked her finger at him, "Yes, ma'am. Your eager student is here," he nodded as he pulled himself along side her, "and ready to learn." He was grinning of course but it wasn't quite the same as the ones he'd given down at the lake. His expression now, while still hinting at the fun to come, was far more intimate, his attention focused on her and only her. There were no kids splashing around in the background or water nymphs who would happily drag him back to class to worry about right now. It was just them and it truly felt as if they had all the time in the world. Whether that was true or not, Chester intended to at least back up the sentiment behind his over the top words from before. He would most definitely be sure he took the time to make sure he got things right. It was just his way. He preferred to leave only satisfaction and smiles in his wake.<br/><br/>Fitting closely to her, Chester's hand came down on her waist as he leaned over her, his eyes closing as his lips found hers. His hand feathered touches along her side, sliding up until his thumb brushed just below her breast and back down again. He might have been an utter goofball with a tendency to let his mouth take the lead but in this case he was pretty sure it wasn't a bad thing. His lips pressed against hers gently at first, coaxing hers warmly before his tongue traced the seam of her lips, looking for a deeper taste of the nature goddess he'd managed to snare--or perhaps more correctly--who'd snared him.<br/><br/>