I'm addicted to the fire - Marina, Percy

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Most days, Marina had been doing magic with Percy in the evenings. (Some days they didn't do much in the way of magic, ending up with a few beers and tv instead. Hanging out at Percy's place was more fan than hanging out at her own without anyone there. If Percy was sick of her presence, he'd not yet made any mention of it.)

But late tonight they were at the theatre, Marina walking slowly around the filled tank of water, a sense of excitement building inside of her. This was her first time attempting it under water. She could undo the ropes, she could escape the bonds, but she'd not yet done it with the threat of drowning. It was new. It was terrifying. It was pretty amazing.

She turned over her shoulder and grinned at Percy. When they did this in a show she'd dress the part - the corset, the heels, the waterproof makeup. But tonight was practise and they needed to start slow, so she had taken off her shoes and striped down out of her clothes, leaving only her black tank top and matching boyshorts. She tied her hair up now into a tight bun and asked, "you ready?"

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Marina wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed between the freezing cold solid wall of the water tank behind her and the warm and living body of Percy. His shirt was soaked from her singlet, his trousers not faring all that much better (except for the fact that she was wearing less on the parts pressed against his trousers, something of which she was very aware, rocking her hips against his, nipping at his bottom lip with his teeth as they kissed.)