Once dressed, they shared a cup of coffee curled up on the couch beside each other before pulling on their track shoes and heading out. Magnus' height always gave him the advantage in running, his strides exceeding Emilia's gait with ease. He didn't mind keeping pace with her, though, glancing at her occasionally to see her hair tossed back and forth in its ponytail or the gentle bounce of her chest.

They stopped along the riverbank as the sun peeked over the castle. Emilia bent over, placing her hands on her knees and catching her breath. Magnus moved to the stone wall along the river's edge, leaning his elbows on the bricks. Emilia stood and walked over beside him.

"Alright," he sighed. "This is quite beautiful."

"See. There are some things worth getting up early for. Come on," she patted him on the arm. "I'll show you something else worthwhile when we get back to the room."

"Breakfast?" He asked, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Something like that." She backed away from him and took off down the road. Magnus laughed and started after her, keeping back for a moment to watch her curves move from behind before catching up with her.

Back inside the room, Emilia kicked off her shoes, then peeled off her socks, followed by her top, tossing them into the hamper, and Magnus followed suit.

"So," she smiled. "Who showers first?"

Magnus eyed her. "Why do I feel this is a trick question?" His gaze flickered over her chest, rising and falling as she steadied her breathing.

"Depends what you consider a trick."

"You go first."

"As you wish," she grinned, her hips swaying as she walked past him into the bathroom. She left the door open, stepping to the large shower with frosted glass doors. She walked in, still clothed, and slid the door shut. She tossed her sports bra over the top, then bent over, perfectly silhouetted as she pulled off her pants. Magnus watched her from the doorway, entranced. She turned the shower on just after throwing her pants over the top of the door. As the stepped into the spray of water, steam quickly rising within the spacious cubicle, Magnus drifted into the room.

His mouth hung open, watching her framed form as she ran her hands over herself, slicking back her hair, then trailing her fingertips over her chest and lower.

"Mia," he breathed, but she didn't hear him over the shower. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaning against the counter as she picked up a bottle and poured liquid into her hand. She lathered her hair, massaging the scalp. Her back arched slightly as she turned around to rinse, her breasts lifting with her arms. Magnus took another step forward, watching her nipples extend and thrust forward as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. Once finished, she reached for another bottle and squeezed more liquid into her hand. Magnus felt almost hypnotized, rooted to the spot as she washed herself, running her hands over every inch of her body, every curve, every crevice. She paid special attention to her breasts and between her legs, a small moan escaping her as her fingers moved along her slit.

Magnus gripped the edge of the sink, licking his lips as she finished washing. She stepped back, squeezing her hair tightly, then slid the door open a bit, reaching out to the towel bar and snagging a large bath towel. With flair that caused a grin to spread across his face, she managed to step from the shower and wrap the towel around her without getting it wet or exposing herself. She smiled as she moved to him, her skin glistening and cheeks flushed.

"Your turn."

Magnus' smile faded and he stared her down for a moment, then stepped around her. He took off his pants just before stepping in. Emilia turned to the mirror as he slid the pants down below his waist, reaching for her leave-in conditioner on the counter. When the shower door closed, she turned back.

He pressed his hand against the wall, steadying himself. The hot water cascaded over his body as his muscles tensed and then relaxed. His cock was stiff and aching, pointed up at his navel. He glanced to the shower door, but could only see Emilia's outline, her hip resting against the sink, facing him. He took a deep breath, then turned to grab his body wash. Squeezing some in his hands, he set the bottle down again and began washing himself. He took care to scrub everywhere but where he knew she wanted him to, and where, if he was honest with himself, he most wanted. He dipped his head under the spray, running his fingers through his hair then shaking his head as he tossed it back.

He sighed audibly and turned to see Emilia step forward, tapping a finger on the frosted glass. "I can leave if you want," she said softly.

Magnus took a deep breath before replying. "No. Stay." He wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave a short pull.

"Magnus," she said, unmoving, placing her hand on the door.

"You want this, don't you?" He said, finding his voice at last. "You like watching me." He slid his fingers along his length, teasing them over the head and biting his cheek to stop his own moan.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Tell me," he commanded.

"I like watching you," she said, her voice moving to a normal, yet seductive, pitch. "I like watching your hands, working yourself."

He started pumping with his hand, slow, deliberate strokes. Emilia's hand flexed against the glass and he smiled.

"When you touch me," he continued, "will you think of this?"

"Oh yes," she replied.

"And when you touch yourself?"

"Magnus…" she trailed off.

"Tell me."

"I've thought of you while touching myself since you asked me out. Every touch I've imagined to be yours. Don't ever think you were alone in feeling tortured not being able to touch."

Magnus sped up his strokes. "We can touch now. You like this, though. The delay."

"I prefer to think of it as a preamble, a warm up," she mused. Her hand slid down the glass. "But, yes."

Magnus stepped back, his hand working hard as he slid the door open a bit.

"What are you-"

"Take my hand." He stretched his free hand back slightly and out of the door. Emilia reached for it and as soon as their fingers connected he clasped her hand in his. His hips jerked forward and Emilia gasped. "Watch," he said firmly.

Her gaze shifted to the motion of his hand working his cock and he gripped her hand in his other. His breathing became ragged and he glanced to the door. Emilia's chest was heaving, her head tilted down, the outline of her slightly parted lips angled in the direction of his dick.

"Tell me what you want to see," he growled. "Tell me now."

"I want -" she stopped and licked her lips. "I want to see you cum."

Magnus head fell back, the hand clasping hers squeezing it. His cock twitched with the first spurt of cum. He moaned, his hips jerking forward again as another spurt hit his stomach. The final jet came with the cry of her name and several expletives as he eased his stroking and released Emilia's hand. He ran over himself with another round of body wash and turned off the water. His hand reached out the opening in the door and Emilia passed him a towel. He pulled it inside and wrapped it around his waist.

Sliding open the door, he stepped out and almost fell into Emilia's arms. She pulled him to her and he squeezed her tight. "That was amazing," he breathed. "But I can't do it again. Not before-"

"I know," she cut in, running her fingers through his hair as his head rested on her shoulder. "Thank you for indulging me."

"Indulging you?" He laughed before kissing her shoulder. "Darling, I have had two incredible orgasms in the last day because of you. I'm starting to think I'm the one being indulged."

"I told you I wanted to say thank you," she said, pulling back slightly and clasping his face in her hands.

He kissed her, soft and slow. "Next time, let me say it."

"Alright," she whispered.

He pressed his cheek to hers, his hands easing off her waist. "I cannot wait to hear you scream my name in ecstasy," he whispered before slipping past her and into the main room, whistling cheerfully.

"And I'm the vixen," she murmured, shaking her head before moving to the bathroom door and closing it.