Use water to tame a dragon

[Georgia River]

Georgia switched to floating on her back, staring toward the clear blue Montana sky. It was just starting to get cold enough that swimming in general wasn't a great idea; the weather just prevented it, particularly in Montana. But the Bellefonte's pool just happened to be heated, and the warm water was always rejuvenating on the muscles and all. Plus, it gave Georgia an excuse to show off her new bikini, and by her new bikini, she meant one she probably stole from either Erika or Ellen. Judging by the colors, probably Eri.

Why was she in the Bellefonte's pool, you may ask? Well, for one thing, Georgia definitely didn't have a pool of her own. For another, she didn't like the school's. And for a third; she just enjoyed taking advantage of all her rich "friends." Sometimes the Bellefontes and the Banks and all forget that Georgia River's mother lived in a shitty little rathole on the edge of town.

Plus, this put much of Georgia on display, and just when some of the Bellefonte boys might be around. She heard some movement and smiled, not bothering to look. "Right on time."

She turned slightly, not sure whether it would be Pen or Des or even one of the other Bellefontes; she was taking a slight gamble here (but she'd doublechecked Eri's schedule, at least). "Water feels great, you should so come on in and join me!" she nearly sang the words out, adding a shimmy.

[Pendragon Bellefonte]

With a towel casually thrown over one shoulder, the young Bellefonte practically strutted his way along the edge of the pool, humming a song from the radio he'd bee tuned into minutes earlier. Despite the cold weather creeping in and the sun only rarely making an apperance at anything that could be called sunny, Pen had donned black sunglasses. He didn't really need them regardless of the weather, but sometimes when you're about to spend a leisurely hour or so alone relaxing in your heated family pool on your family's grand estate, you wanted to feel like a badass.
Now swimming was something pre mutation Pen had attempted to avoid. His vision or lack thereof left him obviously unable to see any sudden drops in depth, and he'd grown weary of paddling in the shallows or holding someone's hand; Safe to say,he was perfectly happy sat on the sidelines. The family pool however had always been a safe space, where he'd quickly learned the familiarity of where the water dipped and where the pool began and ended. Now that his ability had manifested, any poor hesitation had long since fallen away.

Pen casually dropped the towel onto a nearby lounge chair, about to head towards the water's edge when a voice called out to him. Pen gave a flinch mixed with a small yelp of surprise, his ability immediately reaching out to sweep over the intruder, who'd happened to be JUST out of his typical radius. "FUC- George?!" He gasped, taking in a sharp intake of breath as he sheepishly adjusted himself into a more casual position of folded arms as opposed to the stiff "animal in headlights" look of moments before. "WHY don't you ever warn me?!" He pointed a little, his face flushing a deep red. His psychic tendrils were still running over her, mapping out details of her expression and feeding them back.

[Georgia River]

Georgia grinned: it was Pen, the nervous one. She kept still few a few more seconds, feeling those psychic tendrils creeping over her oh so scrumptious body (it was, admittedly, more of an instinct honed from being checked out for years as opposed to some kind of power or understanding of one). Georgia shifted slowly, swimming up to the edge of the pool.

"Now, where would be the fun in giving you a warning?" she said, coming to a stop near the edge of the pool just a few feet from Pen. She shifted, springing up and putting her upper half on the edge, a little water sloshing over. Georgia folded her hands, creating cleavage which she further enhanced by leaning forward slightly, head tilting to look up at Pendragon.

"C'mon, don't need to act like you're not happy to see me," she let her eyes roam his, lingering at crotch level. "We both know that isn't true. Plus," she shifted again, purposefully wiggling her butt, "I could just feel your psychic bits all over my god and plenties," she leaned forward to stage whisper: "pervdragon."

[Pendragon Bellefonte]

He was a Bellefonte, a confident, smooth talking Bellefonte. He could easily cope with a scantily clad young woman turning up in his pool and tossing him a flirt or two. He could easily take this all in his stride. At least, that's what Pen told himself as his face only turned redder.
"Well give a guy a chance to prepare for a lady!" He protested, trying his best now to appear casual. The information his ability fed back to him however wasn't helping, noting how his sister's friend seemed quite intent on making him seemingly as embarrassed as possible. Wherever Eri went, George was sure to follow, along with Ellen Banks. The trio seemed relatively stuck like glue, and as for as long as Pen could remember, George had insisted on teasing him in some way or another. She seemed to take delight in it, and all Pen could do was try and muster up a way of trying to return the favour. Safe to say, she generally won each time.

He fought back another flinch at her comment, taking his glasses off with a flourish, his face practically burning. "Hey, I resent that! How else am I to see a pretty lady such as yourself?" He tossed the glasses onto the chair to meet with his towel. "I could get you arrested you know. Breaking and entering," He grinned, making his way over to the water's edge and sitting himself down, dangling his legs in the water. He was fairly certain she couldn't feel his psychic tendrils... She didn't have any type of psychic ability where she could. At least, he was pretty sure. Still, he attempted to pull back his ability a little, feeling embarrassed that for the most part, he couldn't prevent it. He pouted a little. "Where's Eri? If you're here she normally is too. But I couldn't sense her."

[Georgia River]

"When a lady's coming, I'll let you know," Georgia drawled, adding an eye roll that probably came through in her voice even if Pen couldn't see it. Wasn't like it was the first time she'd had to not so casually remind some of the people she hung out with that she wasn't "one of them" as much as they all liked to pretend otherwise. Again, part of the reason she was squishing herself down and all but slathering herself on Pen.

"Could use your hands," Georgia offered, shrugging slightly." She tilted her head as he talked about getting her arrested. "You could," she admitted, "but most of the cops kinda know me by now, and it would be, like, a night in jail, two, tops and I'd just be bailed out by somebody who knows I know too much. Besides," she grinned, "if you wanna put me in cuffs and drag me off, you know you just have to ask."

She winked and extended her arms toward him, wrists out to mimic the right motion. As far as Erika, well, she was just going to leave that little bit lay. See if Pen couldn't figure it out. Wasn't like this was the first time Georgia had set a Bellefonte-boy trap (they sometimes succeeded too, though less with Pen than with Des, if her count was right).

[Pendragon Bellefonte]

Pen's cheeks flushed bright pink before he could do anything to prevent it at George's comment, the Bellefonte turning his head away from her as he tried to further pull back his psychic tendrils. This resulting in a touch less detail, but he could still make out exactly where she was and what she was doing. "My hands?! Wouldn't that make me kind of an ass?" He then pouted, tilting his head up with a grin. "I'm a g-gentleman and all that." George had always been like this with him, taking such delight in teasing him. He was aware she also offered the same to his brother, whom Pen knew would be able to handle the blonde's playful advances in stride... So why couldn't he? A few casual flirting comments and the poor Bellefonte was a nervous, uncertain mess. He needed to get a grip, to think like his brother, to just play it casual... Although easier said then done.
Not that Pen intended on actually going ahead with anything. He only wanted to learn to handle a forward situation with some aura of being... Well, for the lack of a better word, cool. Desirable beyond his money or status... Although to not end up a blushing idiot with a right red face for once would be nice.

Pendragon noted the manner in which she mimicked being handcuffed, leaning back on his hands as he flicked some water towards her with his foot. "Unless I use my status to see you convicted," He grinned, hoping to distract her from the red very vividly infiltrating his complexion. "You haven't got any gossip you can use to sway me." He'd missed her purposeful avoidance of his question regarding Erika's whereabouts, although he kind of already knew Eri wasn't in the house; Pen seemed to be able to sense her, along with his brother, even when they weren't in range of his ability but merely nearby... He couldn't SEE them, but he knew they were close, although if this was some aspect of his ability or just a sibling bond he wasn't certain.

[Georgia River]

Georgia rolled her eyes as Pen protested and insisted that he was very much a gentleman. "That's the problem," she mumbled, a bit of her frustration bubbling up there. This really should be easier than it is right now. Pen was a boy; Georgia could handle boys. Then again, she did love a challenge...

Hence the pouting. And the boob pushing. And the not so subtle commentary.

"Aww, you do care," she cooed, swaying slightly. "And I could totally, like, spread some good rumors about you too, y'know," she said, only half-teasing. "Bet people would love to hear about the passionate lovemaking that you and Ellen are regularly engaged in, after all. All that headboard slamming, uh," Georgia wiggled again, before smirking up at Pendragon, again just wanting to see the squirming that she knew would be soon in coming.