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Summer Victoria Stone ([info]summerwantsit) wrote in [info]halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-07-11 21:26:00

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Entry tags:kristi, summer

Week Thirteen: Wednesday
Who: Summer and Kris
When: Around 6:30
What: A bike ride

Summer wasn't really sure if she was up for this or not but then again, Kris was probably the only person she wanted to see right now, the only person that she had even the slightest desire of being around. She had missed him, strangely enough, and the week thus far had been a difficult one. She could use a friend. He was it. He was the only one. The only one here or anywhere for that matter. Summer didn't make a habit of forming ties very often.

For the first time ever, or at least since arriving here, Summer had donned a pair of jeans. They fit here well, hugged the curves of her figure nicely, and the blue polo shirt that she had paired it with brought out the teal of her eyes nicely. She wore a pair of white K-Swiss, appropriate for biking, and pulled her long blond hair into a ponytail in the back. Her makeup was light, a little lip gloss and some eye liner and a small amount of shadow. Her smile was void as she made her way to meet Kris.

They would have to go by the bike shop to rent the bikes when they left since, well, it wouldn't make much sense for her to go ahead and get them and have to try to push them both back to the school. So she was waiting, free of bikes, her gaze focused towards the sky, a frown pursing her lips as she tried to focus all the emotions away. She was going to be so glad to get away from the oppressing feeling the school always filled her with.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-11 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Finally getting used to how things worked around here, Kristi was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to sneak up on anyone with some kind of mental gift. Empathy counted, no matter that Summer hadn't yet evidenced any particular emotional discomfort around him, and therefore he didn't try. Instead, he intentionally let his feet crunch a single duo of gravelly footsteps, and brushed chilly fingertips over her shoulder by way of quiet greeting. He thought about adding lips to the equation, but moved past the urge in case it brought a fist to the jaw, jumping straight to verbal.

"Sup, Summer." The words were delivered in Kristi's usual fashion; a little quieter than the human norm, no more words than were strictly necessary. "Lookin' good." Kris himself was clad with equal simplicity; and in his normal sombre black. It contrasted stark and warm against the cool ice of his platinum genetics, and the dark of his jeans would actually prove blue upon closer examination. It matched his eyes, although Kris himself would be both ignorant and dismissive if the match were noted. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder, which upon opening would prove to hold several bottles of chilled water and some boxed up fruit.

"Let's get outta here." His final statement was one he could lay bets on being welcome. Being off-campus could only be good for both of them, away from the reel of WTF the first week of classes was slamming on their heads - and away from the overwhelming emotive high the collective student body had to assault with.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-11 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Honestly he probably could have easily crept up on her if he had wanted to do so. She was so distracted that it was hard for her to really even focus on the things that were going on around her. Her mind was still lost somewhere in the events of yesterday, but the cool brush of fingertips against her skin brought her back to the now, and she couldn't help but be relived at his appearance. Maybe it even showed a little.

"Hey there, handsome." She said, and let a small smile curl the curve of her lips. "So do you." She noticed the fact that his jeans were the same dark shade of blue as his eyes, but she wouldn't be the one to point it out. She did spot the backpack, and she guessed what was in it, mentally chastising herself for not thinking of that though at least one of them had their wits about them today.

"I've couldn't possibly be happier to do just that." She rolled her eyes and then started to walk. She didn't even think to ask if he wanted to call a cab. She doubted he would. He seemed all for some physical exertion, no pun intended.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 06:42 am UTC (link)
Kristi had never been the type to call a cab anywhere. It wasn't that he didn't have the money; quite to the contrary, Mikhail's gambling had put them leagues and leagues ahead of the little-home-on-the-street that they'd never sold, preferring, as the gypsies they'd once been, to store the money away in case running once more became necessary. At least, that was the reason Kristi had always been told. Certainly, spending the first six years of your life travelling may only be a small percentage of the whole, but his time in Las Vegas had been spent with permanently 'itchy feet', a malady solved only by walking quite often. As a result, Kristi had taken to haunting alleyways instead of schoolrooms, parks instead of computer rooms, and exploring concrete instead of educational trivia.

This island, he'd found, wasn't really big enough to need a great deal of cabbing. It happened on occasion, but the bike shop was within easy reach of the beach, which, in turn, was within only a slight walking distance of the school, by Kristi's terms. He wasn't what one would call excessively athletic, but he did like physical exercise, and the late evenings and early mornings were the perfect times for the ice-laden demon to take his walkouts. Cycling and jogging were the weapons of choice, although it wouldn't be altogether too strange to find Kristi with a soccer ball at his feet or tennis racket in hand. Basketball he had passing friendships with, something he'd been unable to avoid in the depths of Vegas. His height, despite being late in coming, was just about enough to get him comrades to play with.

The walk to the bike shop was carried out in Kristi's usual fashion: quiet, mostly filled with the sound of their feet rustling the floor. With their bikes already rented and set aside, it took mere minutes for Kristi to deliver his name and get the two-wheeled contraptions released into their care. He took a moment to affix a drink-holder to Summer's bike, and then tossed her a water bottle to fit into it. Only when they were again left alone did he venture to continue conversation. "You look frazzled. Good," he hastened to add, "but frazzled. Did you talk to your teacher?"

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 08:09 am UTC (link)
Summer and Kris had a lot in common when it came to their habits. She too had preferred the less traveled areas to those more inhabited, for obvious reasons of course. The beach was one of the places she frequented most often. Her family owned some beach front property and that was her main hiding place. Nothing followed her there. Of course her solace was due to necessity more than just preference.

As for physical exertion and exercise, she was not a huge fan. She did it, to stay in shape, but she had never participated in any formal kind of sport. Running was about it. Running was... freeing. It kept things from getting too tight inside of her mind. But she had never joined the track team or anything of the like. Team wasn't exactly a term in Summer's vocabulary.

She was content to keep things quiet until they had gotten the bikes and were on their way. One huge thing they had in common was that neither of them felt the need to fill every moment of their time together with conversation. It was nice. Rare to find someone who had that trait in common.

A brow arched slightly and she glanced over at him. "Nice save." Sarcasm. He would be used to that by now. "I did. Well, I sent her a message. She hasn't gotten back to me." A small shrug of her shoulders was given. "I guess I'm just going to have to drop by her office at some point." Though she really didn't care to bother if it would accomplish nothing.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 08:20 am UTC (link)
"Sounds crap," He responded. Her sarcasm had drawn the usual smirk, and as if in payback, the tall Russian pedaled ahead of her, snaking his bicycle in front of her to impede her forward progress. Childish, perhaps, but what else was there to do? "I s'pose they're busy though, with the term starting up." Give the teachers a chance, or something. He hadn't yet met with his own student advisor. He didn't really see the need though, although protocol somewhat demanded that it happen. Truthfully, he was curious; curious about the guy who had managed to father a girl like Kat. Inquisitive about whether they shared any traits other than straight inhuman genetics.

His bike fell in beside her once more, and he struck them off the straight and narrow path down a rockier trail. A glance at her checked whether she was dealing with the additional excitement well enough to keep at it. He, too, didn't often play team sports, aside from those mentioned. He would never officially join any teams, school or otherwise, being too much of a quiet, lone wolf to ever really participate in the jocky backslapping that seemed to be part of every sporting event in the United States. Running, though, was something he did in and every day, usually in the mornings. It was a time where he could let out the frustrations of whatever sleepless hours had passed the night before, and feel the wind in his hair without being worried that he'd been the one to accidentally create it.

"Maybe they'll teach you how to block it fast in one of your classes." The suggestion was hope more than logic. Kris would have hoped the first thing they did in his Dreams class was to teach the very same, but as yet they'd not come through. He told himself to be patient; that he wouldn't and couldn't expect penance and prevention to be as easy as a simple 1-2-3, but it wasn't really working when his eyes were full of grit every morning from dreams and horrors that weren't his own.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 08:40 am UTC (link)
"Maybe. Could be that they just don't give a shit and they get their paycheck regardless of what they do or say." She doubted that was exactly the truth of it, but she had a tendency to think that way most of the time. Most of the people in life had turned out to be shit underneath it all. Why should teachers be any different? Supernatural or otherwise. She rolled her eyes at his antics. Amusing. Truly.

She was no stranger to rocky terrain via bike, so no, the added excitement wasn't making it difficult for her to keep up. Though excitement wasn't really a term she would have used to describe it. But running, yes, she could certainly understand that. For her, it was like the faster she ran, the further she went, the more she could feel everything else falling away and there was nothing left but what was rally her own.

"Doubtful." Summer was nowhere near as hopeful as he was. "But I'm holding up okay. I.." She paused for a moment. "I think for once in my life, maybe twice, it's all mine and not so much anyone else's." Emotions, that is. She was certain he would understand what she was talking about.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 08:51 am UTC (link)
Kris and his antics were part of the same equation. He wasn't a great big joker, but had always been one to randomly pop out with a surprise for his crew. His little spells had been rare, but often at the right times for general amusement. Sometimes, of course, the amusement had been more laughter directed at him than with, but that was the beauty of bring Kristi cel Tinar: he really didn't care.

He pulled to a halt whenever they got up a particularly steep slope, stopping to scoop out his water bottle. Instead of drinking it, he squirted a little into his hands to rub grit off them, then cleaning the handlebars of his bike free of little dust particles making it uncomfortable to grip. This, too, gave them a moment for talk.

"I think they probably care enough," he said. Not that Kris had ever been particularly friendly with teachers on the whole, it hadn't been them who had caused him to avoid school. On the whole their sole fault had been following too closely to whichever system their educational facility spoke of - and who could truly be blamed for that? "Wait and see what happens." Her comment, though, couldn't really be ignored. It wasn't something Kris was willing to pry about - he never did. Nevertheless, a simple question wouldn't be too amiss.

"Not settling in here?" It was a neutral question, and an easy one to assume, if one was far away from home. It left Summer with enough room to explain if she wanted, negate if she wanted. If she was having trouble with her own emotions, there was nothing a mere teacher could do to help.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 09:05 am UTC (link)
And that fact that he didn't care was part of what made him so attractive. Summer had always been basically the same way. There were some people that she tried to please, her father, sometimes her older brother, but aside from them, the opinions of others meant little of nothing, a trait that could be infuriating to most people sometimes.

Summer came to a halt behind him, reaching for her own water bottle but she drank from it unlike him. She wasn't sure what exactly had gotten his hands or his handlebars dirty, but hers were just fine.

"Enough for what is the question." She rolled her eyes at the statement and then gave her body a small stretch. It felt good. She was already starting to feel the ride in her calves and thighs. "What else is there to do?" She laughed dryly. She could leave and try to go at it her own, but clearly that hadn't worked much so far.

"No. That's not really it." She wasn't sure if this was a topic of conversation she really wanted to broach with him. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. If she went about it as quickly and as unemotionally as possible, it might not be too difficult. If anyone wouldn't make it hard on her to do just that, it was Kris.

"I told you that my ex is here, right?" She thought she had, but she couldn't be sure. "So.. I decided to tell him about his child that I lost that he never knew about." She said it quickly, and then she shrugged. "He didn't take it very well." That was putting it lightly. And she hadn't taken his not taking it well very well at all.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 09:12 am UTC (link)
"Oh." For a moment, the youth was at a loss. That was a lot of baggage for anyone to be carrying, wasn't it? He had no clue who the ex was - nor would he particularly care to, nobody really wanted to be cool with both sides of an argument. It only caused more problems than necessary. "That would suck." In typical Kristi style, he'd taken a monumental set of issues and labeled it with a tag lowkey enough for him to be talking about a sold-out item in a foodsale.

"I'm sorry." It was an addition he probably didn't need to add, but in truth, he was sorry. Not necessarily for her issues with her ex, because everyone had them, and the guy probably had a right to be upset if she'd been keeping secrets like that one - but hey, if he was her ex, surely there was a reason. It was more her business than his, in Kristi's opinion. He was sorry, moreso, for the fact that she'd lost a child. He wasn't particularly one for children himself - apparently his mother had a fetish for eating them, and just in case certain traits bred true, Kristi had made a habit of avoiding anything small and wriggly since he'd fallen over the information.

"Obviously we need to do things that'll get you thinking about something else," he said. "Unless talking about it would help." Talking rarely helped Kris - not that he'd ever tried it - and therefore he left the window open should she want it. Otherwise there were the bikes, the trail, water bottles and a sneaky pair of watersquirting guns he'd thrown into the bottom of his backpack, and all the other things they had to play with on the island around them.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 09:27 am UTC (link)
It was certainly a lot of baggage. And that was part of why she had been so... so... she couldn't even think of the word. Burdened, perhaps. She had to admit though that finally telling Noah, and having a good cry about it, had made her feel a little better. And now telling Kris, who was pretty much bordering on best friend territory considering that he was the only one, helped a little bit more.

Summer gave a small shake of her head, "No, I don't really want to talk about it.", skipping past the part where he apologized and ignoring that as there was nothing she could really say in response to that. He could be sorry for her if he wanted, not that she wanted him to, but who wouldn't show some sort of empathy in a situation like this? Someone heartless, and Kris had proven himself far from that long ago.

"Thanks though." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "For not giving me reason to regret saying it as soon as I did." If only Noah could have taken a page out of his book.

Summer kicked off and left him, and the topic, behind then. She didn't care to linger on it when that wasn't the point of this little meeting, if the meeting did in fact have a point. Escape, perhaps? Everyone needed that every now and then.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 09:31 am UTC (link)
Kristi couldn't be compared to Noah, really - had it been his own child lost (and honestly, that would never happen. Paranoia did wonders for population control) - he might not react so rosily either. It was very easy for him, on the outside, and on one side, at that, to sympathise with the side closest to him.

Nevertheless, he too hopped back on his pedals, and swiftly caught up with her. They were on the down slope of whatever hill they'd discovered, now, which left Kristi with enough time to rummage in his backpack pockets for one of those waterguns, filled and stoppered so they wouldn't cause him and his backpack's insides grief.

They might cause Summer grief, though, as the wretch nailed her on the way past, a single streak of water patterning her polo with droplets. Something else to talk about - especially whilst Summer herself was unarmed.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 09:41 am UTC (link)
Everyone reacted differently to every situation, especially depending upon the side on which they rested. Inside or outside. And paranoia did do wonders. Summer had taken great precaution to ensure that nothing like that would happen again, and the fear that her precautions would not be enough had ensured that she had put herself at no risk since then. But that could change. She felt as though it could now.

The water was not something that she had expected, and she nearly crashed her bike into a tree when he squirted her, but she managed to keep it cool. "Kris!" She yelled at him, teal eye growing wide. "You ass!" She might not have a gun, no, but she did have a bottle of water.

She reached down to twist off the lid before she leaned forward on the bike and peddled hard to catch up with him. "You're so going to pay for that." She warned, and then a sudden cold splashed all down his back. She was careful not to waste it all as she was certain to still want something to drink later on, but she couldn't just let it slide.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 09:50 am UTC (link)
Before he got drenched, Kris had been congratulating himself on a job well done. He'd pulled ahead whenever she'd nearly parked herself, chortling, but slowed down to make sure she hadn't put herself on her nose or anything. Summer with scrapes covering her face was not something Kristi wanted to explain to anyone.

The water, despite it's sudden appearance, was more welcomed than Summer could have anticipated. Even in the evenings the weather was stuffily hot, these days, and the deluge, despite its revenge-driven motive, was a pleasant, chilly drip. The downside meant that his shirt's back clung unpleasantly to his skin, and he grimaced, twisting around to try and peel it off - and then grabbed Summer while he was doing so, tipping his own water bottle dangerously close to spilling over her head.

"Payment made?" His consonants, caught up in the amusement, were a little more rolled and heavy than usual, gaze smirky. "I have a lot more where that came from."

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 09:58 am UTC (link)
Doing this on bikes was probably beyond dangerous, but neither of them seemed to have the sense to realize that and get off. Summer did, however, apply her brakes when he grabbed her, possibly throwing him off but not quite.

A brow arched as she challenged him, "Bring it on.". Her hand reached down then and pulled out the front of his jeans, tipping her water bottle to drench his crotch. "Oh! My bad!" She laughed, and then closed her eyes to prepare for what she knew was coming.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 10:05 am UTC (link)
Creature borne of ice or not, there were certain areas not meant to be drenched in cold water - especially not where it would look like Kris had wet himself. These things just were not done! After a brief (stretched) moment of nothing but a popping neon exclamation mark appearing over his head, and a hastily swallowed yelp that would've decidedly reduced his masculinity to miniscule percentages, Kristi recovered, and promptly dunked her.

The bike went skittering away from him as he hopped off, her halt causing his own. Providing support was a good enough excuse, and also gave the Russian a position more suited to correctly aiming his water bottle. Needless to say, it wasn't just Summer's head that had watery meetings, but the more curvaceous planes of her torso. The youth took his time over it, one slender arm iron-rod strong around Summer's shoulders to keep her from getting away.

"Maybe we should've gone swimming," he commented, then, eyeing the clinging status of her polo with more than a little appreciation. Kristi didn't think of escape, though. Not at this point. She'd already drenched him in the most humiliating place she could've possibly picked - what else could she do?

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 10:16 am UTC (link)
The look on his face was classic! She had a similar look on her own face, a smile that wouldn't seem to go away, even as she clenched her eyes shut to keep from getting water in them. It took longer than she expected for him to react, and she had actually opened her eyes just about the time he started his assault.

She screamed, and laughed, squirming as she tried to get away from him. She managed to get the bike out from under her, kicking it back and out of the way, her weight basically resting against him.

"I think we just did!" She said, her eyes opening now that it was over. She saw what he was looking at and nudged him in the side with her elbow. And then she shoved him, hard, so that he would land on the ground, having noted already that the area they were in was blanketed with leaves and would probably be fairly soft. She stepped over him and then moved down onto her knees on top of him.

She thought about saying something, but she wasn't sure what she would say if she did speak. And considering that neither of them were really all that keen on words, it seemed pointless to mar this with some banter that would probably be completely and totally irrelevant. Though if she were to say something, it would probably be something along the lines of, "I got tired of waiting on you to do this.". But instead of speaking, her hands moved up to push strands of pale blond hair back as she pressed a full kiss to his lips.

Typical. Somehow they always seemed to end up this way. But there was no denying chemistry, right? It was kind of addictive feeling those fireworks again.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 07:59 pm UTC (link)
Ahh, how was he noticing that Summer's shirt was a similar colour to the sky? Still a little bedazzled, whether by sky, motion, or just the idea of being uncomfortably wet in places he shouldn't be, Kris brought a smile into the kiss, hands sliding up and into the wealth of her hair to deepen it to a level pushing boundaries.

"I think we did, too." He said, whenever the natural pause flowed into being, and stroked the back of a knuckle over the girl's jaw. Kris could always honestly and truthfully say that he didn't meet up with Summer with the idea of making out in mind. While the sparks between them were as tangible as ones from an actual fire, he considered any and all playtime as an extremely appealing bonus. It wouldn't stop him throwing her appreciative glances from time to time, but he reasoned that he was a healthy male with healthy male urges. Summer didn't seem to mind - unless he was dumping water down her shirt, of course.

That was one of the things he liked about Summer - she wasn't incredibly predictable. Most girls he'd had experience with all acted the same way about things. Squeal here, pout there, mini-fists flying whenever they didn't quite get what they want. Simpering, sugaring, wheedling to get what they wanted, or bitching the fuck out whenever the first trick didn't work. Kristi had yet to find a girl of that type who appealed to him, and that squarely explained his lack of female friends prior to Halcyon.

"In pools, though, the girls wear less," the Russian observed, his blue eyes warming with a glint that could only be described as playful.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 08:46 pm UTC (link)
Summer didn't have these intentions when she came to spend time with him either. She just needed a little time away from everyone. And he seemed like the best company when it came to that. He was the only person that didn't make her nauseous, both for the empathy reasons as well as all other reasons aside from that. She actually enjoyed his company which wasn't something she could say about most other people.

Summer smirked against his lips as her fingers entangled in his hair, and she seized his lips for another kiss as her upper body pressed flush against his own. He had to be one of the most incredibly skilled kissers she had ever had the pleasure of tangling tongues with.

There was no way that Summer could ever be one of those girls. Her sister was. Her sister was such a girl that it wasn't even amusing, but Summer had grown up a tomboy, hanging out with her brother and his friends, developing some rough edges. Granted, she still liked to look pretty, and she did. She took care of herself, but as for the games and the primping and everything else that came with being one of those girls, she could completely do without it. Not even she would date a girl like that.

"Is that your way of telling me you'd like to see me strip a little?" She asked, and then arched a brow slightly as she added, "I don't swim, Kris." She meant that literally, but it could be taken figuratively as well though she didn't intend it to be.

And just to ensure that he didn't take that remark the wrong way, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "When I have you," Yes, she used the word when. "I want to keep you all to myself for days." She nipped lightly at his ear and then pulled back to look at him with those occasionally intense eyes of hers. "Think you would be okay with that?"

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[info]molniya
2008-07-12 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Kristi had no real idea why Summer was able to tolerate his mental company when others made it so difficult. He would suppose, on those moments spent considering the issue, that his own problems with outlying emotions and their consequences had caused him to dampen down any and all feelings that usually ran through human (and even inhuman) minds. Little bothered Kris during his waking hours, these days, instead coming out only when his consciousness had receded enough to let subconscious nothings have their way. This explained his average dislike of sleep, although it seemed that he spent most of his days with gritty eyes, craving the rest sleep claimed to bring.

The admission has to be made, though, that lust was not one of the emotions he'd spent his life controlling. Not because he hadn't had the practice, but because lust rarely caused tornadoes, even in its most passionate sense. His energy at those times was best put elsewhere, something all portions of the Russian agreed with. Having the firm curves of a luscious woman pressing against you was more than enough of a distraction to keep the young man occupied - and Summer, really, was exactly what the doctor ordered.

"I don't swim either," he replied, eyes twinkling. "I've had one lesson, but doggy paddle really isn't my style. I prefer to just sink." His humour was still present despite the strength of the look she was throwing at him; it was just a part of Kris that never quite receded. If you didn't laugh at life, you spent too much time crying. "I think I can do that," he answered, with a drop of his fingers down the length of her arm. His touch trailed into her palm, the sapphire glints of his eyes following to focus dimly on the polished tips of her fingers. "I might not want to leave."

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-12 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Summer really didn't get much from him. He was even. His mood rarely changed. He was a nice neutral in a world of extremes. It was good for her, but maybe not so much for him. It might would make her worry a little if she actually put too much thought into it. But she didn't, at least not yet, choosing instead to simply enjoy the way that it felt when she was around him.

There was that though. And that was an emotion that she didn't really mind though it only served to feed her own which could be a good thing, or could be a very good thing. Or it could just give her the added push to rush something that she wanted to take her time in getting to. She couldn't be sure.

"So do I. Well, not prefer, just do." She laughed, though really it was nothing to laugh about. She had been terrified that day. It was a feeling that one never really forgot. And she wasn't offended by his retained sense of humor. A small smile curled her lips as he spoke, her own eyes following the path of his fingertips as well. "I might not want you to." Her voice was soft as she spoke.

"It would make things intense, though." She might not have control over her ability, but she knew the side effects that getting intimate with someone produced, at least she did now, and she didn't want to not make him aware of it in the beginning. "All the things that you repress, the things that you feel that you don't want anyone to know about.. It could get messy. You could be letting me in on all of that." She paused to give him a moment to think about that before she added, "Are you still sure that you can do that?"

She wasn't sure why it worked the way it did, why it intensified things and singled them out, but it did. Maybe not forever, but for at least as long as the closeness lasted, and lingering until it faded or until it happened again. But everyone had their down sides, didn't they?

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[info]molniya
2008-07-13 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Instead of replying immediately, Kris took time to think about it. He was never one for false promises, nor swiftly made ones that he later couldn't deliver. He eyed her fingers, toying with them as the seconds stretched by. He trusted that she'd be patient with the weighing going on in his head. "I can't promise you'd like what you found," he said, in the end, and lifted his eyes to fix her with an unblinkingly blue stare. "But then, you wouldn't be alone, there." A flick of his eyebrow stood in for his common smirk.

Of course, there was another problem. His issues with dreams weren't something he talked about. Even in his classes, Kris was a silent participator, listening, noting, but never truly contributing to what went on in the room. Dreams were personal, private things. Anyone who didn't accidentally invade must feel a certain sense of invasion around someone who did. The other students understood, but he knew none of them, and therefore he kept his thoughts - and abilities - to himself.

"It would work both ways," he admitted, then. "I see peoples' dreams." Kristi was no empath, nor telepath, but dreams revealed a lot about the things people hid from day-to-day viewing. The things they repressed; the things they remembered but didn't want to; memories; accidents; fears. They were all listed in pictoral blends of varying detail for Kris to peruse - even when he didn't want to. "It's not something I can control." This admission was the hardest. Pride often stood in the way of a man when admitting ineptitude, and here Kris was no exception to the rule. "And sometimes things get a little windy." No joke, but no explanation either. The Russian's particular little blend of abilities were an unfortunate mix.

"Would you be okay with that?"

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-13 08:02 pm UTC (link)
She had no issue with giving him time to think about it. It was asking a lot of a person and she knew that. She wasn't sure that even she would be okay with such a proposition. But it was better for her to tell him than to just neglect to do so and wait for him to figure it out later on. Or not at all.

His answer brought a similar smirk to her own lips. She could probably handle that.

His admission wasn't something she had expected, though it seemed that the two of them had even more in common. She didn't think him weak because he was unable to control it, especially since she lacked control as well. The windy comment did cause her to arch a brow, but since he didn't offer further explanation, she didn't ask for it.

Moment of truth. She had wondered just that moments ago. It took her a moment to decide as well, but perhaps not as long as it had taken him, her hands sliding into his own to push his arms up and over his head. "I would be okay with that." Even if she wasn't supposed to like him or anyone else as much as she did.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-14 02:23 am UTC (link)
"Good." His response was short, and without further elaboration. He squirmed a hand free, the one left behind easily spanning to take a loose hold over both of hers. His freed limb slid to wrap around her back, tweaking at the dry hem of her shirt. He wasn't up for any exploring, not here, not now, but for once even Kristi had to admit that the evening sun was a pleasant temperature on their heads, adding to the overall warmth of the situation.

To him, Summer was a bit of an anomaly. He liked it, as perused often before. He also liked that she seemed to be his opposite in a lot of ways, whilst remaining similar enough to keep things comfortable. She was hot where he was cold, human where he was not, outgoing where he was quiet, quiet when it was necessary. He found himself relaxing with her where he otherwise could not - otherwise should not, he reminded himself. Hadn't his father fallen for a dashing blonde? The similarity couldn't be drawn, and was almost laughable.

"But when you have me," he said, mimicking her tone almost perfectly. "Don't you think you should ask first?"

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-14 04:05 pm UTC (link)
Summer could have put up more a fight to that if she had wanted to, but she had chosen not to do so. She didn't mind playing this game, the little shifts of power that came with it, taking and then giving and then taking again. She too was enjoying the warmth, but more than that she was enjoying the peace and quiet, the serenity. It was like being stuck in a stuffy prison cell for days and finally getting a breath of fresh air. That was the only real way that she could equate it.

If anomaly was the term he chose to use, she could easily say that that applied to him as well. Never had she felt a connection to someone, with someone, so instantaneously. Most people got on her nerves from the start and had to be an acquired taste for her to get to this level of tolerance. But she had liked him almost instantly and, thus far, nothing had changed it. But falling for someone, love, was not in her present vocabulary and she had no intentions of adding it.

A brow arched slightly as he mimicked her tone and she shook her head slowly. "No. Because when I decide that I'm going to, you're going to just have to deal with it." She shrugged. "I don't take no for an answer nor do I ask permission."

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[info]molniya
2008-07-14 08:53 pm UTC (link)
This time he laughed, a quiet affair that spoke of warmth rather than mockery. "I'll remember that," was what he said, and let the curve of his palm lightly pat the curve of Summer's derriere. They both knew that she was most likely right; what sane man would fight that kind of decision making? Not Kris.

"We'll see," he said, mock-mysteriously. He was holding out for the idea of resistance despite ample predictive capabilities on both their parts, and good-natured humour flashed in his gaze. He tilted his head, because his hands were both fully occupied with both rear and her wrists above his head. "Because neither do I." And then he rolled, putting Summer flat to the dust, stealing the talent of her lips before she could muster a verbal response.

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[info]summerwantsit
2008-07-14 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Summer couldn't help but to smile to his response. She was starting to adore him more and more with each moment that they spent together. This was both good and bad. It was good because it took her mind off of other things that were best not to be lingered upon, but bad because she wasn't looking for anything that was more than just casual.

In spite of what she had said before, about sex not being a casual thing to her, if that was where this went, which it seemed pre-destined to do just that, that would be all that it could possibly be, all that she was ready for. The whole idea of it being something she didn't do was just an excuse to get her through until she felt secure enough, over the past enough, to think about that again.

Summer arched a brow and was about to speak when she was rolled over and claim was taken of her lips. She tugged her hands free from the light grasp he had upon her wrists and wrapped them around his not incredibly broad shoulders. One leg moved up to press her thigh between his own, the other bent at the knee, resting beside his own leg.

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[info]molniya
2008-07-14 09:20 pm UTC (link)
On this point they differed. Sex had never not been casual for Kristi. Despite frequent attention on this girl or that, none as yet had managed, or convincingly tried, in fact, to hold him down to some kind of official statement. Previous attempts had caused only laughter, or a gentle, but firm rejection. Even with all the budding romance being a teen with hormones had to offer, Kristi had never, ever been seen regularly with a girl on his arm for more than a few hours at a time. A lone wolf, was Kristi, and he found that situation quite comfortable.

Nevertheless, here was a girl who he could actually identify with. It was a good feeling, and whatever level their friendship progressed to, it wouldn't be one Kristi would easily lay aside for fun in the bedroom. He wouldn't fuck one of his best male friends, would he? Therefore he wouldn't try it with Summer - ignoring the fact that it was likely to end in that situation regardless. We'll see, he'd said aloud, and was now repeating it to himself in silence, his tongue entangled with the sweet curl of Summer's.

We'll see.

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