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Stella Jordan (steela) wrote in idrisacademy,
@ 2011-04-13 22:05:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, daniel carver, nathan coventon, stella fortina

Who: Stella, Dan, and eventually Nate
What: Adorables. Also, Stella and Dan got married!
When: Late Morning
Where: Vegas Baby
Rating: Mostly SFW

Stella inspected the small gold band on her finger, scrutinizing it. It was a wedding ring. A wedding ring. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as her mind drifted to the warm body she was snuggled against. It was crazy, they were crazy, but even in the light of sobriety and mild hangover, Stella was happy.

Spinning the band daintily around her finger, Stella leaned her head against Dan. "I can't believe you didn't get me a diamond." A sly smirk slid onto Stella's face as she looked up at her husband. "No wonder you didn't get any action last night." Stella nibbled on her lip to keep from breaking out into a full smile at her own comment and she nudged his shoulder with her nose playfully.

Remembering Nate, Stella sat up to see if he had woken up yet. Seeing that his legs were sticking out of the bathroom door, Stella determined that he was still comatose. Pulling on the blankets that covered her and Dan, Stella made a point to tangle her legs with his if at all possible. "I can't believe we actually did it," she said softly, still alternating her gaze between the ring and the boy beside her.

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blowbabyblow
2011-04-15 01:45 am UTC (link)

Holy crap, he was married! Of course, HE (Dan) wasn’t really married, but his alter ego, Leopold Carver was now married. Well, Dan himself was the one standing at the alter getting married to Stella by a pastor dressed like Superman, but it wasn’t his name on the certificate. He didn’t even really marry STELLA, he married Esmeralda so in a way, Dan and Stella were still single while their alter egos Leopold and Esmeralda had exchanged vows to love each other forever. Even mostly sober, the events of the night before were confusing. He remembered most of what had happened, but the fact remained that he’d been standing in front of Superman saying “I do.”

Maybe he shouldn’t think it through so much and just let it be what it was: saying that he loved Stella and wanted to commit to her. He didn’t necessarily love her IN THAT WAY but she was his best friend for a reason. Anyway, he was on a bed in only his boxers with a hot chick by him. What sixteen year old would complain and/or over analyze THAT. Of course if she had been mostly naked, that would have been even better....

Grabbing Stella’s left hand, Dan kissed her palm with a loud smack, his action more playful than loving. “It’s just you and me, Wife...forever and always and all that crap. Sooooo....” he trailed off, giving her a crooked grin and not releasing her hand. “If I get you a diamond, does that mean I can get some?”

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steela
2011-04-15 02:29 am UTC (link)

Stella, despite her mild headache, felt absurdly bubbly. They were having fun, almost constantly it seemed, and Stella refused to acknowledge that this week would have to end. She was with the two people at Idris whose company she enjoyed most of all and if she wasn't mistaken, prior to their vows, Stella had padded their pockets. She remembered being vaguely embarrassed about something involving Nate, but she had chosen to selectively ignore that particular portion. Her powers were sometimes more of a blessing than others.

Stella stifled a giggle as Dan kissed her hand, her eyes still drawn to the ring on her finger. It was true: they were not actually married, despite the small show they'd put on the night before. Even still, Stella felt cared for, loved, and more secure than she could ever remember feeling. They weren't lovers, but Stella had never been closer to anyone in her life, so it seemed fitting that Dan be her play husband.

"Absolutely," she replied simply, her eyes bright with mischief. "I'd be the dutiful wife you deserve." Stella being dutiful in any capacity was a joke and her smirk betrayed her, but years of training kept it from growing into a smile.

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blowbabyblow
2011-04-24 11:55 pm UTC (link)

“Hallelujah!” Dan exclaimed before wincing at the noise. Damn, his head was tender from all the celebratory drinking from the time they announced their engagement until they passed out in their honeymoon suite. “It’s about time I get laid. Seventeen years is too long to go without gettin’ some action,” he continued more quietly to save his head from further pain. “I don’t want to have to train you on how to be a dutiful wife, but I will if I have to.”

His lips pursed, Dan sloooooowly began to slide his hand down, his laughter barely contained as he inched toward his goal. “My darling, dutiful wife...do I at least get a handful?” He at least deserved that much for giving her the protection of his name! Didn’t the hero always get the hot sex slave of a wife? Sure, Stella wasn’t REALLY his and she wasn’t blonde, but at seventeen, he couldn’t be that picky. Plus, she could always dye her hair into a lighter shade and then she’d be the perfect woman for him. All curvy, hot, mouthy, and blonde. How could be possibly pass up this opportunity? “You know you want me to.”

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steela
2011-04-25 05:13 am UTC (link)

Feeling her head rattled as well, Stella quickly closed her one eye, a motion she had earlier discovered was rather effective for elevating her headache. Stella scoffed at the comment about Dan getting laid. If he kept being so suave, it was unlikely his drought would ever hit the rainy season.

At his question, Stella felt a very perplexed feeling wash over her. There were very few times in her life when she was conflicted about what to say or do, most likely because she has almost no filter in neither speech nor action. However, when she wasn't so inclined to be rude and offensive, a great predicament tended to arise; how did she behave?

With her other hand, Stella snatched up Dan's hand. "Just one," she said softly and moved his hand to cup one of her breasts, through her shirt. It wasn't as if Dan would be the first person to ever touch her boob and Stella diligently ignored the part where he was the first boy who had ever done so purposefully. Her body tingled a little at his touch, but she chose to ignore that as well.

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blowbabyblow
2011-04-26 04:09 am UTC (link)

His eyes wide from shock, Dan couldn’t remember for the life of him what he had planned to do next. Never in his wild imagination did he think Stella would ever let him touch her and any logical thought vanished the moment she put his hand around her. His stomach tightened and he wanted to squeeze her more than anything; to just cup her and feel every inch of her...maybe even give her a little pinch and---

Christ on a pogo stick, what was he DOING? This was Stella and sure, he had fantasies about ripping her clothes off and doing her on the table in the library, but actually touching her wasn’t--couldn’t--be right. She was his friend and thinking of her naked, wiggly, and moan-y made for the best wet dream, but this was reality and reality was real. He couldn’t squeeze her, he shouldn’t be thinking of what color her nipple might be and he DEFINITELY shouldn’t think about pinning her to the mattress. This was Stella, his friend, who might still be more than a little tipsy.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Dan shifted his arm so his hand was against her rib cage, a move that was the hardest in his life. His imagination under control, Dan tried to keep the mood light with a low growl as he did fulfill one fantasy by rolling on top of her. Instead of making out with her like he would in his wet dreams, he blew a raspberry on her neck. “Wife, you know how to make my blood BOIL. Come here, my little vixen!” he said with a laugh.

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steela
2011-04-26 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Stella quietly sighed in relief when Dan slid his hand off of her chest, more so because it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend his touch wasn't affecting her. With his hand on her ribs, Stella felt as if she could breath again and not risk it sounding too heavy. There, she assured herself, a boy had touched her boob and nothing had come of it. However, Stella hadn't managed to miss his surprise and it didn't fail to raise her curiosity.

As Dan rolled over her, Stella giggled quietly, squirming beneath him playfully. Well now, this was a little more traditional for them and Stella reached up to tickle him, wiggling around beneath him to get the best access to his sides. As her fingers touched his arms and sides, it occurred to her that she had never been this close to him while he did not have a shirt on. She had to admit she was impressed by his physique, and enough so that she failed to notice he was going into give her a zerbert until his lips were already on her neck.

The act was playful enough, but Dan's breath on her neck coupled with pressure of his body on top of her made a surge flow through her body and she titled her head away to give him more room. Without her realizing it, Stella's throat betrayed her and she moaned softly. At his words, Stella giggled again, throwing one arm over her tilted forehead. "Oh Leo, take me!" she said in a playfully, breathy tone. Her heart, however, was pounding and the tingling feeling had not been quelled at all. If anything, it had intensified in unfortunate areas.

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blowbabyblow
2011-04-26 05:58 pm UTC (link)

So, this was heaven? Or maybe it was hell. Dan wasn’t entirely sure, but what he did know is that he didn’t want any of the torture to stop...or did he? He had no idea what was going on anymore and things were quickly getting out of control. Stella hadn’t shown any indication of thinking of him as anything other than a friend, so he wasn’t sure what all this was about. All he did know was that he wanted her and he wanted her bad. He liked Jess and he wanted to be with Jess, yet he was on a bed, on top of Stella, and liking it way too much. Honestly, this was too much for his brain to handle.

Stella was wiggling against him in ways that did nothing to calm him down and while he’d meant to be playful to ease some of the tension happening, all he did was make it worse. His skin prickled from where she touched him and her moan went straight through him, sending an unwanted blood rush straight to his line and tackle. He wanted to get as close to her as he could, to feel her boobs against his chest and her thigh against his hand.

...And his hand was on her thigh. Fuck, how did that happen? His hands were around her and then suddenly, he had her leg hitched up around his waist and he was pressing against her, like he’d done this a thousand times, instead of it being his first. “Shit.” He did NOT mean to do that.

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steela
2011-04-26 06:29 pm UTC (link)

Stella felt as if her breath had been drawn from her body as Dan touched her thigh. Her nightshirt only covered her so much and the feeling of his bare hand against her soft skin made her shiver. What was even going on?

As a girl, Stella had taken to imagining herself and Dan dating, including all of the intimate nonsense she had no personal experience with. Frankly, it never went quite like this. In her day dreams, it was hot, but it was never so shocking or invigorating. Her heart was thundering and she drew a long, ragged breath, her chest pressing against his as it filled with air. The skeptical portion of her mentioned that the whole situation they were in was entirely ridiculous and that Dan was simply teasing, but it wasn't a moment before that suggestion was entirely out the window.

Stella gasped audibly as Dan pressed together their most intimate parts, separated only by the fabrics of their underwear. Stella gripped his back in surprised and twisted her head around immediately, looking into his face, shock her foremost expression. Although she was flabbergasted by the sudden pressure, even more alarming was the fact that her first instinct was not to get away from him. In fact, that was not her first, second, or even third instinct. Her face felt hot and her eyes searched his face, falling time and again down to his lips. You cannot kiss him, she thought, but it was nearly lost among the many other thoughts and surges of electricity running through her.

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blowbabyblow
2011-04-30 03:05 pm UTC (link)

With the shock of feeling so close to Stella and the look on her face, Dan came crashing back to reality, although he failed to realize she was looking at his lips. He was against Stella in the most intimate way possible and if not for the flimsy protection between them, he would have done something unforgivable. This wasn't some random girl he went too far with, this was Stella, the girl he'd be friends with for the of his life. Horniness wasn't an excuse for his behavior and what she must think of him. She was messing around and he attacked her, practically raping her. Raping his best friend definitely wasn't okay and he'd never be able to five himself for his minute of stupidity. Sure, he was a guy and he could only take so much stimulation before acting, but this was way beyond okay.

Quickly pulling away from her and scrambling to the end of the bed, Dan met Stella's eyes as he grabbed a pillow to put over his crotch. Shame washed over him in waves and he searched her face for the horror he himself was feeling. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice hoarse from shame and desire. "Fuck, Stella, I didn't mean---I'm so sorry."

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steela
2011-05-01 12:40 am UTC (link)

As Dan moved away from her, Stella instinctively sat up, scooting up against the headboard, pulling the blankets with her. Pulling them up under her arms to cover herself as completely as possible, she noticed she was sweating and only just then realized how heavy her breath was. Her heart felt strained and Stella could barely identify the emotion; she was impossibly nervous. The feeling was so infrequent Stella felt at first like she might have been having a heart attack.

Stella was completely averting Dan's eyes when he reached out for a pillow to cover himself. Without realizing it, Stella's eyes were drawn to Dan's crotch and her mind to what he was covering. The idea itself made her chest a bit tighter and she looked up at Dan shamefully, her cheeks a bit red with embarrassment. "I, well, I just." For what was probably the first time in her life, Stella was speechless. Stella pulled the blanket to cover herself a bit more, a sinking feeling in her stomach accompanying the tightness in her chest.

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blowbabyblow
2011-05-01 12:58 am UTC (link)

Panic began to rise and Dan slipped off the bed, unable to face Stella anymore. He felt disgusted with himself and she must hate him...and despite his shame, he still wanted her, which just added insult to injury. His mind was telling him to run to keep her safe, while the other more prominent part of him wanted to slide back onto the bed and show her that she belonged to him. He wasn't even the possessive type! His head thankfully won over and he hurried to the bathroom.

Unable to close the door with Nate lying half in and half out, Dan unleashed all power at his unsuspecting friend, using a gust of wind to forcefully blow Nate out of the bathroom. Unfortunately, due to his flustered state, the wind was much more powerful than he meant it to be and a nearby dresser came crashing to the floor, adding to his humiliation and throbbing head.Quickly shutting the door behind him, Dan dropped the pillow and went to turn the shower on to drown out the noise in his own head.

What was happening? Why did he want to jump Stella so badly? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Dan gripped the sink and stared at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing his own face. Although cold porcelain was under his hand, he could still feel Stella's warm thigh and the press of her chest against his. What the hell did he do?

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pastandfuture
2011-05-01 01:15 am UTC (link)

Nate was sleeping the sleep of a person who'd had entirely too much to drink the night before. He was dead to the world, which was lucky for all three parties in the room. His slumber was broken when he was forcefully ejected from the bathroom by a gust of wind. He awoke with a scream as a dresser hit the ground with a slam uncomfortably close to his head. "What the hell?" He exclaimed, sitting up and grabbing his head with both his hands to make sure it was still attached to the rest of his body.

Every part of his body ached. He hurt in places he didn't even know existed. His fingernails hurt, for the love of God. And the last thing he needed was Dan screwing around with his powers and making so much noise! "Dan, what are you doing?" He asked under his breath, glaring at the closed bathroom door. Moving his head slowly, he saw Stella on the bed, looking like she'd seen a ghost.

"Stella?" He asked gently, standing up gingerly and moving to her side. "Are you alright?"

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steela
2011-05-04 02:15 am UTC (link)

As Dan hurried toward the bathroom, Stella felt her lungs fill with air once again and she heaved a loud sigh. What was even happening? Her brain was foggy and her thoughts were jumbled and incoherent; she had no idea if it was her power, the alcohol, or both. Fixing her nightgown as discreetly as she could, Stella ran her fingers over her legs, impressed by their softness and still distracted by what had just happened. Her brain was moving so slowly, Stella was completely unaware of what was happening just across the room until the dresser hit the floor.

The sound frightened her and before she could stop herself, Stella screamed, clutching the blankets closer to her as if they would somehow protect her. Seeing Nate, Stella felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Seriously? Was this what she got for all the terrible things she did? Stella was suddenly acutely aware of her lack of bra and pulled the blankets up to her armpits.

At his question, Stella nodded and opened her mouth to give a silly and witty answer, "I uh. No, I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm okay." Stella looked at the shut bathroom door, wondering what was going on behind it. Was he okay? "How are you feeling?" she recovered after a minute, somehow managing to get her bearing.

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