A/N: So… This chapter covers a lot… My birthday (February 6th), my sister's birthday (1st), my one-year-anniversary on here (11th) and my Granny's anniversary of death (11th). Yep, a lot's happened in February throughout the years…

Heads up for sexual references/post-coitus thoughts/talking…

Persuasive Little Git.

"Remind me how you persuaded me into doing this again?"

"I didn't persuade you, you did it because you love me." The shorter man smiled, and as the taller one scoffed, the smile turned into a naughty grin. "And you can't wait to shag against a tree."

Anton shook his head, trying and failing to keep the – to him amused, to Erskine flirtatious – tone out of his voice. "Not the reason." He turned his attention from the more energetic man in front of him to the sea that was meeting the rocks far below. "Did you hear about that ship with all the mortals that sunk?"

"I did, actually."

He exaggeratedly feigned surprise. "No? You? Paying attention to news of all irrelevant things?"

Ravel stuck out his tongue – my, is he in a good mood to be this childish – "What was it called? The ship?"

"Oh, you haven't even bothered to memorize that?"

"Shut up."

"Fine, I won't tell."

The Elemental gasped theatrically and took a quick step forward, winding his arms around the taller man's waist. "Tell me." The Adept shook his head no, a teasing glint in his eyes, and the shorter man responded by stretching as much as possible, enabling himself to reach Shudder's ear with his lips, though he was still a centimetre too far down. "Please?" He whispered breathily, before giving the hotelier's earlobe a kiss.

Anton's hands came down to rest on Erskine's upper arms. "Titanic, love."

"I knew it was something with a T!"

He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "You always say that."

Ravel smiled again. "That's because I always know the first letter."

The gentle curving of perfectly shaped, tantalisingly pink lips proved too strong a temptation, and he pressed his lips against the Elemental's more fervently than usual.

When they parted, Erskine's eyes were glazed over in lust – is he on something? – and his hands crept beneath the hem of the hotel-owner's pants, his fingers grazing the taller man's hipbones, resting there. "Let's get back to the Hotel…" A slightly demanding tug.

Now, his tone was flirtatious. "Didn't you say something about a tree…?" Ravel just bit his lip and glanced up at him, knowing exactly what pulling that face did to his lover. "Fine, Hotel it is."

Ravel sucked in a breath, feeling the cold air replace the warmth that had been on (and in) him moments ago, eyes still closed.

These were the moments when he felt truly clear, when he was alive, when he could just be and just breathe. When he was complete.

His right hand was still connected with Anton's left, and he squeezed it in a slow rhythm, more for the sake of just feeling it in his own hand than to relax it (Anton had used his right this time, after all).

Shudder hummed contentedly, before gracefully shifting over onto his side and wrapping Erskine in his arms. Letting out a sigh, he pressed a kiss to the Elemental's temple. "You look gorgeous like this." He commented, feeling satisfied as he noticed a reddening hickey below his lover's jaw.

"Like what?"

"Like you're mine." Shudder said huskily, pressing a light kiss onto the hickey.

"I am." The shorter male wound his fingers through black curls. "Always."

A/N: Yes, I am just going to leave it at that cute/possessive note. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. It's 4.50 AM here. I'm more creative at night, just like Batman. Ew.

Oh, right, I got some news! If you want to friend me on FaceBook, I have the same name there, and if you want to follow me on Twitter, you can find me under the name GellyEvergreen (just tweet me as well to let me know you're from FF and not some random person).

Now, I am of to dream about Benedict Cumberbatch and Andrew Scott… (You might as well google them now, you know you're going to eventually…)

Bye, fellow Shavel-shippers!