Liam Cokely (wrathrising) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-10-20 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! completed, character: eva giannopoulos, character: juro mizushima, character: liam cokely, player: andy, player: bette, player: chelsie |
Who: Eva & Liam, later Juro
Where: Liam & Juro’s place
What: Sexytiems followed by Hulk Out™
When: Sunday night
Rating: R for sex and violence
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Liam had been promised movies, booze, and skimpy pyjamas, so obviously he wasn’t going to turn Eva down for a night in. He’d offered his place this time, to be polite, even if it meant they had to share breathing space with Juro. God did he miss Paris, already.
The upside was his roommate gave him an excuse for snuggling on the bed instead of the sofa in the common area where Juro was doing… whatever it was he did on a Saturday night. Counting specks of dust in the air, probably.
He’d set up whatever film came up first on his subscription, not really caring what it was, and of course after a couple of glasses of rum each - the special kind he reserved for when he thought he might get lucky - when Eva went to change and came out of the bathroom wearing truly skimpy pyjamas, he found himself caring about very little else. Liam would be the first to admit that he wasn’t really the monogamous type - although if he found the right girl he’d like to think it could happen - and he’d seen his fair share of near-naked female forms, and yet the best thing about it was that he could never, ever get tired of it. “I think I’ve gone blind,” he said, with a smirk and beckoned her onto his lap. “Your bloody hotness has blinded me.” He flailed at her a little as she came close, resulting in what might have been called an inappropriate touch between just-friends. “Oops. See I told you. Can’t see a thing.”
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It was nice of Liam to offer up his place, even if his roommate was a little bit… eccentric. July didn’t really mind when Eva had guys over but she was known for having a snarky comment to toss in their direction. Eva loved her roomie dearly but she enjoyed skipping the heckling step. Plus, Juro was nice. He was just a little weird. She was very much thinking along the same lines as Liam, though. When you gave someone a promise of skimpy PJs, the bedroom was the best and movies far from mattered. Curling up with Liam, she watched the movie as they drank before a playful smirk pulled at her features and she jumped out of bed. She was slightly buzzed and more than ready to move the night in the direction she wanted. Toting her backpack into the bathroom, she left it beside the sink after stuffing it with the clothes she’d exchanged for her barely-there slip of a night gown.
The teal of the tiny lace number contrasted perfectly against her skin, as she stepped back into the room, not wearing much other than a smile. If Liam’s smirk was any indicator, he approved. She laughed as she moved to straddle his lap, letting out a playful yelp when he touched her. “Oh no! I’m sorry! I guess you’ll just have to used your sense of touch,” she purred, playing along with his joke. Taking both of his hands she placed them on her shoulders, leading them down over her breast, along the firm curves of her stomach and hips before settling them on her backside. “Touch is more fun anyways.”
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“I guess so,” Liam said lightly, taking full advantage of the opportunity to run his hands all over her. Of course if he was was blind he would be deprived of a very nice view, so he was quite glad in that moment that he wasn’t. He let her guide his hands over her body, smooth and warm under the silky not-quite-big-enough-to-be-called-clothi
Pointedly he closed his eyes and leaned in, nosing at her neck and under her chin. “I’m starting to feel rather underdressed,” he chuckled, squeezing with both his hands and drawing her closer, the movie playing on in the background oblivious to the fact that it was now being ignored entirely.
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“You guess so?” she teased lightly. “We could always take away your hands and see how much you like not being able to touch me.” She wouldn’t do it though. Eva liked how big his hands were against her slight frame and how well he knew how to touch her. She knew one thing for sure, she was very glad she wasn’t blind. Something about that little smirk that played so often on Liams lips drove her wild.
Tilting her head to open her neck better to his touches, she nipped at her lip. “I’m thinking you’re the complete opposite. If anything you’re overdressed,” she remarked as she slid a hand up the front of Liams t-shirt. “I think you’d look much better without this.” Eva let out a contented sigh as he pulled them closer together, her hips circling as she ground down against him without thinking. Hell, thinking was overrated at a time like this.
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Liam allowed himself a moment, lingering over the smooth skin at the base of her throat, covering it with his mouth and letting his tongue out to taste it. He grunted a little in the back of his throat as she pressed against him. As little as she had on, he was sure she’d be able to feel its effectiveness. “Better remedy that then,” he said, in that same teasing tone, although everything below the waist was now demanding that the time for teasing was over. He liked playing games with Eva. She gave as good as she got.
He shifted back for just enough space to pull his T-shirt up and over his head. It was funny how life changed. When he was fourteen he would have been mortified at the thought of taking off his shirt in front of a girl. Of course then he’d been a fat kid. Showing off his abs was a lot more preferable.
T-shirt discarded, he pulled Eva closer once more, one hand grazing up her thigh and under the hem of her tiny nightdress. “You enjoyed Paris then?” he said, playfully. “I’m glad. I’d hate to think you’d gotten bored at any point.”
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A soft gasp passed over her lips at the sensation of Liam’s tongue against the skin of her throat. It had always been one of her weak spots and it hadn’t exactly taken him long to figure that out and exploit it. Eva was more than aware of just how effective her movements were. Moving her hips in a well practiced motion, a smirk tugged at her lips. She loved teasing Liam until neither of them could take much more of it. The game between them was just as fantastic as the sex.
Damn it, Liam was hot. Her eyes took him in shirtless for a brief moment before he pulled her close again She would have complained she hadn’t got enough time to take it all in, but the way her body felt against his was much better. “I loved Paris,” she laughed. “There was that one night that Ben kicked me out of the room to have some alone time but luckily I found this really handsome boy to keep me from getting bored. It was close though. Et toi?” she asked in French before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly.
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“I hope you’re talking about me and not one of those poncy French boys you keep mentioning,” Liam growled, nipping at her lower lip, not too hard, but there was a hint of possessiveness there. His hand pushed the little nightdress up as it moved higher, resting for a moment on her bare waist. “I also had a good time,” he said, his other hand cupping the side of her face, pushing back her hair. “It’s not my favourite place in the world, but frankly I’d have gone anywhere to get off this bloody island for a few days. And of course,” he added, grinning, “the company had improved significantly from the last time I was there.”
He kissed her again, a little moan of frustration escaping as he felt her grind against him once more. How she managed to create so much pressure with such a tiny frame he had no idea.
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Eva rolled her eyes at the comment before shaking her head, “No. No poncy French boys. They’re generally a bit too... well, boring for my taste. They’re nice to look at and fun to flirt with but that’s about it. Plus, between you and Ben, I didn’t have much time for the boys of France.” She shivered lightly at the feel of the silky fabric moving up and over her skin, only to be replaced by his warm hand. “I missed France but this trip was definitely better than others,” she commented smile wide. “I’m glad I could make your trip more memorable.”
Liam’s moan was caused her to giggle against his lips. She loved to toy with him like this but she had to admit, she was getting a little frustrated herself. Returning the kiss, Eva slid her hands down over his chest until they reached the waist of his pants. Running a long finger along the skin just above his pant line she pulled back from the kiss, lips still brushing against each other with every word. “I still think you’re overdressed Liam.”
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“You’re not wrong about that,” he muttered. He didn’t have much control over a lot of things in his life, but he could usually keep his cool in this sort of situation for as long as was needed. If it wasn’t needed, however, well…
He reached for the single button on his pants and tugged it open, shifting them down his hips as far as he could manage with Eva still sitting in his lap. “Little help love?” he suggested in his best William-the-Bloody impression. “All those fancy dance moves have to come in handy at some point.” He smirked.
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“Fancy dance moves, huh” she laughed as her hands took over for Liams. Lifting herself from his lap, she waited for him to lift his hips so she could pull them down around his knees before climbing back up on her hands and knees. The nighty she was wearing was not really doing much to hold her in and she didn’t really much care. It wouldn’t be the first time Liam had seen her without a shirt on and she hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Leaning forward and kissing along the waistband of his underwear, she raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him from between her lashes. Arching her back, she allowed her bum to wiggle playfully as she kissed up his stomach and chest until she reached his lips. “I can think of a much better ways they can be used then pants removal.” Lacing her fingers in his hair, she kissed him firmly, sucking at his bottom lip. “Care to try some of them out?”
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“Definitely,” Liam breathed, between gradually more forceful kisses. He was fully hard already and her undulating all over him was hardly lessening the situation.
He tangled one hand in her hair again in order to deepen the kiss, the other hand returning to its place under her dress. He rode it up to her chest as his hand found its target, gathering the flesh of her breast into his palm and squeezing, his thumb brushing firmly over her nipple. He drank in her reaction by catching it with his tongue.
“Show me,” he hissed, arching his aching groin up towards her.
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Eva’s whole body was aching with need Liam took her breast in his hand. It was the thumb however, that made her come undone. Moaning softly into Liam’s kisses, she tightened her grip in his hair. This boy could play her like a violin and she friggin loved it. It was nice to not have to worry about her own pleasure as she so often had before. As his hips arched up to meet her, Eva covered him with her hand, rubbing him through his boxer briefs. If her grinding against him was getting to Liam, she knew this would tease him even more.
Leaning forward, hand working steadily she smiled as she brushed her lips against Liams ear, “Tell me how you’d like me.”
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Liam groaned deep in his throat at the feel of her hand on him. “Fuck, I don’t know,” he growled. “You’re the prima ballerina.” He reached under her and struggled for a moment to free his dick from his boxers, hissing with arousal at his own touch mingled with hers, his other hand still gripping, clutching at her breast. “It doesn’t even have to be that fancy, babe. Just… please… I need to fuck you now.” Apparently his language no longer had to be fancy, either.
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Those were the words she had been waiting to hear. “Hmmm not too fancy but still fun,” she purred as she felt his hand between them. Swing her leg over him she turned herself around so she was straddling his waist backwards. Eva looked over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips as shrugged the straps of her nighty off, the fabric pooling around their waists. Pushing the matching panties to the side, she lifted herself slightly, shifting her body to allow Liam’s length to slide inside her. Letting out a long sigh, she leaned back so that her back rested against Liam’s chest. Hand on his cheek, she turned his head to kiss him as she slowly began to roll her hips. “How’s that?”
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Liam hissed and groaned as she lowered herself onto him. “Ugh, fuck,” he moaned as she leaned back, creating a new and incredible kind of pressure around his cock. “Yes… so good.” It was strange having her back to him, but he realised that it allowed him to reach around her and touch her breasts, gripping one in either hand. He bucked his hips up towards her, grunting with pleasure at the sensation.
You could say a lot of things about Liam Cokely, but never let it be said that he wasn’t ready to try new things.
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It was one of Eva’s favorite positions. She loved how tight it made her body look as her muscles stretched to achieve the strange position and how utterly and completely she was exposed to her lover at the time. Apparently Liam appreciated it too, if the sounds he was making was any hint. A mixture of a moan and a whimper slipped past her lips as Liam thrusted into her. Why wasn’t she over here every night? Sliding her hand over her stomach and between her legs she allowed her fingers to dance over the exposed length of Liam’s cock before touching herself. “Good,” she managed before capturing his lips again.
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They had to twist slightly to allow for the kiss, but they were both athletic and strong. Liam braced his legs against the bed to give himself more leverage as he thrust upwards with a rolling motion that matched the movements of her hips. He groaned appreciatively into her mouth while his hands, positioned under her arms, pulled and pinched at her nipples.
They broke the kiss, gasping, and he nosed her hair aside to cover the crook of her neck with his mouth. “Ah - fuck,” he groaned again, louder, as one particular thrust sent a shiver up his spine. “Fuck yes, Eva. You are fucking amazing.”
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It was all too much stimulation. Eva was generally very polite when it came to the duo’s sexcapades, trying to keep herself quite so not to disturb whatever roommate had been unfortunate enough to be in the other room. Right now she just couldn’t do that. Her body was acting of it’s own accord. As Liam’s Liam thrusted into her, their bodies moving in sync, a loud moan tore from her throat. Trying to slap a hand over her both to cover her moans of pleasure, she realized her arms were a bit trapped by Liams. “Shit, Liam,” she hissed between moans. Taking a deep breath she tried to compose her thoughts, “why haven’t we done this before.” Her body shook with pleasure as she bit down on her lip hard. His poor roommate.
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“All the time in the world, baby,” Liam breathed. He couldn’t care less if Juro heard them. He couldn’t give a shit if the people in the next apartment over heard them. “I want… fuck yes, I want you to show me all you can do, and I’ll do the same.” He thrust up again, hard, and grunted thickly with the ecstasy running through his veins. “If you think you can take it.” He slid his hands down her body and gripped her hips, giving him even better leverage as he sped up his thrusts, his abs tightening with the effort. He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark.
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She wasn't so sure she could hold on but she was sure going to try her hardest. Already her body was trembling with each thrust of Liam's hips as pleasure coursed through every nerve in her body. She felt like she was about to come undone when Liam's teeth closed over her skin. God damn he was good. It had been near enough to send her spiraling over the edge into what she knew would be one hell of an orgasm. Covering his hand with her own, her nails dug into the skin of her hips and into his hands. She hoped it didn't hurt him but she was holding on be a thread. "Shit! Liam... oh my god," she managed breathlessly, pleadingly. "Please, please... don't stop."
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Juro didn’t usually care when Liam had people over. To be honest, he didn’t usually notice. Not when they came over, not who they were, and not when the sounds of their coitus spread through the not so thin walls of the apartment. He liked his own room, where things were set at the perfect angles for the day and his art was the only thing chaotic or out of place.
But tonight he’d been hungry. He’d forgotten to go to dinner because he’d been painting, and by the time he’d remembered it had been too late. So instead of the usual meal he’d have enjoyed, he tried to cook for himself. Which was, of course, a disaster. Juro barely knew how to turn the oven on. He also didn’t know how to put out the fire except to throw water and cloth over it. He’d thought it had worked, until the towel that he’d tossed onto it started to smoke as well.
He considered just leaving. Presumably, though, Liam would want to know that there was a fire. So instead Juro opened the door to Liam’s room and stepped inside, openly but expressionlessly watching what was happening on the bed but not saying anything.
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Liam was only the very brink of orgasm when he heard the door open, just audible over the sound of Eva's cries and the forgotten noise of the movie from the other side of the room. He sat up with a movement like the wrath of God, bringing Eva with him, and stared incredulously and with growing incredulity at the blank dumb look on his roommate's face.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" He demanded. He had just enough foresight to grab Eva around the waist to stop her falling forward over the end of the bed, but even that small amount of concern was draining swiftly away.
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To be honest, Eva was far too wrapped up in her impending orgasm to notice that Juro had even entered the room. It wasn’t until she was pitched forward, Liams hands the only thing keeping her from face planting off the end of the bed, that she realized they were being watched. Liam’s voice was angry and she couldn’t exactly blame him, she would have killed July if she’d walked in on them. Letting out a yelp, she wiggled free of Liam’s arms and slipped off of him, pulling up her nightie as she moved. God this was embarrassing.
Shielding her body behind Liams and hiding her flushed her flushed face in his shoulder she tried her best to keep her voice even as she looked up at the other student. “Juro, this isn’t exactly the best time,. What can we do for you?”
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“It probably would have been better for you both if Liam had tilted his hips just a bit more at a reflex angle using the edge of the bed,” Juro answered, his voice just as emotionless as his expression. He had no interest in sex whatsoever. And also no idea why it should be so important and private to other people.
He shrugged one thin shoulder, then turned to leave the room since Liam’s expression was obviously one that said he didn’t want him there.
“Oh, there’s also a fire,” He said as he disappeared through the door.
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Liam growled in a way that was entirely different from what he had been doing just moments before. “I will fucking kill you!” he yelled, scrambling off the bed, stopping just long enough to fix his underwear, since maiming someone would probably be harder while hanging out of your boxer shorts. He almost tripped over himself in his rush to the door, redness already rising in his sight.
Sometimes when he got angry, he could see it coming before it got out of control. In those times he could use the techniques Brian taught him, try to reign it back, try to breathe, to stay calm… in those situations he was usually successful. But that was just normal anger. When the real fury came on, the red mist, there was nothing he could do to stop it, because by the time he realised what was happening, it was too late.
He staggered into the main room, and perhaps the one thing saving Juro from instant death was the rising smoke in the air. “You fucking fuck,” Liam snarled, running to the kitchen and gathering his magic, dragging the fire out of the oven and into his hand where it continued to burn. Looking around through the smoke and the mist of fury, he found Juro and in a few rapid steps had him by the shirt and slammed up against the wall. “Give me one reason,” he snarled, holding the handful of flame inches from the boy’s face. “One reason I shouldn’t burn the fucking life out of you right now.”
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“Liam!” Eva called after him as she hurried off the bed trying to follow after him. She’d never seen him like this. Hell, she’d rarely seen anyone this pissed. She had to admit she was a little bit frightened but not for herself. She was more afraid of what he might do to Juro. If she’d made it into the kitchen before Liam, she very easily could have taken care of the fire of herself. Instead he’d pulled it into his hand and was stalking towards Juro. Thinking quickly, she turned on the tap and pulled a large amount of water into a bubble that she then released over the heads of both boys and putting out the fire in Liam’s hand.
Closing the distance between them, she placed a hand on the tallers boys shoulder, “Let it go Liam. It’s not a big deal. He didn’t really know any better. Plus, he just needed help putting out the fire and we’ve done that. Let’s go back to bed.” Her voice was soft and even, the only hint of her nervousness, was the trembling of her hand. People could turn on anyone when they were this angry, and she didn’t want to get hit herself.
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To be fair, it wasn’t the first time that Juro had found himself on the end of someones hold, being threatened. The confusion that seeped into his expression was obvious, though it wasn’t fear, really. The idea of being hurt by someone was never really something that connected to Juro’s own sense of self-protection.
“Are you upset about the fire, or about my critique of your sexual position?” He asked, eyes on Liam, obviously waiting for an answer.
...And then they were both wet. Juro scowled far more about that than he did about being pinned to the wall and threatened by his roommate. He glared over Liam’s shoulder at Eva, accusingly, but asking her why she’d done it when the fire was obviously controlled seemed useless now.
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Ordinarily, the combination of cold water on bare skin and soothing words might have had an effect. But Liam was too far gone, and the more he glared at Juro’s dumb face, the more he wanted to punch it. He barely registered that Eva was even there. He didn’t remember why he was angry, he just was, he was nothing more than a vessel for anger from head to toe. Red mist closing in.
Oblivious to the hand on his shoulder, he clenched the fingers of his raised right hand. He didn’t need fire, after all. He still had sheer brute strength. He aimed a furious backfist to the side of Juro’s skull, knocking him half to the ground before grabbing him and raising him again for another blow. He was so pathetically small, it was like punching a rag doll.
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Eva let out startled yelp as Liam pulled back his fist and punched Juro. It really wasn’t that big of a deal! This was getting way out of hand and she wasn’t going to let Liam beat the shit out of someone like Juro for something he hadn’t seen as wrong. Using all her strength she grabbed ahold of Liam’s arm and attempted to use the motion to spin him away from his roommate. If she could distract him enough, maybe Juro could get away. Nails digging into his skin, she would much have his anger directed at her then the helpless boy. Eva could at least defend herself.
“Liam!” she shouted. “Stop! You’re scaring me and you’re hurting him.” He voice was angry and waivered as if she were trying to fight back tears. Maybe Liam wasn’t the man she thought he was. “Please,” she begged, mind already racing to the next plan of attack in case this didn’t work. She didn’t want to hurt him but she couldn’t just let this happen either.
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Liam found himself being dragged away from his target, his fingers slipping out of their grip on Juro’s shirt. Eva’s words might as well have been water running over stones for what good they did. He heard nothing but the roar in his ears, saw nothing through the redness but people getting in his way. He lashed out at his attacker with a roar of fury, arms and fists flailing in her direction until they made contact - once, twice.
The grip on his arm fell away with a cry and he howled like a frustrated animal, looking around for his original target. “Juro,” he snarled. “Get here right the fuck now so I can… I…. fuck...”
Warring instincts battled in his head, he could hear something deep down telling him this was wrong, but he didn’t know what else to do, he wanted to fight, to hit, to burn, to kill...
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Juro was still just confused and abjectly curious about Liam’s reaction until the moment when Liam’s fist connected with his head. Then it was pain - for the first time he connected the pain to something he’d done, and it didn’t mesh, maybe because it was still happening. He didn’t have the fighting skills of his father or his brother. He wasn’t the sort of boy who’d ever had to fight back when, at least when bullies targeted him before, his father could have just had them killed.
Liam couldn’t be killed. Except that Eva seemed to be stopping him, and Juro opened shocked eyes just in time to see Liam’s flailing fist make contact with the girl.
His own reaction was … strange. He’d analyze it later and have no idea why he felt the injustice of a woman being hit much more acutely than he felt the need for revenge for Liam hitting him. But he did have at least some of the speed of his brother, and he wasn’t entirely useless. They were in a kitchen, and his magic wasn’t very useful - he could yell numbers and angles at him, maybe? - but there were things in a kitchen….
A moment later, one of their kitchen chairs broke apart on the back of Liam’s head.
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Liam was practically frothing at the mouth by now as he spun round, looking for Juro. “You little shit,” he snarled, fists clenched. He barely remembered who Juro was, he barely knew himself, only that he wanted to beat the shit out of the kid and anyone getting in his way was going to get destroyed. “I will -”
Then there was a sharp pain on the back of his head, a sound like wood breaking, another pain in his knees as they hit the floor, and then the red mist flickered and died as everything went dark.
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She hadn’t actually expected him to hit her. She was very quickly and very effectively proven wrong. She tried to dodge backwards as he started swing but clearly Eva hadn’t been fast enough. The first blow caught her in the shoulder and didn’t much phase her. His second strike however connected solidly with her chin and she was knocked to the ground. Tears flowed freely as she held a hand to her jaw, the other reflexively moving to shield herself. Depending on what you considered to be lucky, Liam had turned his attention back to Juro, leaving Eva to scramble backwards across the floor and against the cabinet. If she’d been thinking more clearly, she would have used the running water to restrain Liam. She wasn’t though. Too much was crumbling around her.
She saw Juro pick up the chair and simply watched. There was no way she was going to say anything to stop the boy at this point. She flinched at the noise of the chair connecting and watched as Liam slowly crumpled to the floor unconscious. She just wanted to leave. She wanted to go home. She wanted Ben. She couldn’t leave though. She needed to make sure that Liam was okay. She was pissed and hurt but she couldn’t leave him with a possible head injury. Crawling back over to his now limp form, she check for a pulse before looking to Juro. “I think you should get out of here. Go to your room or somewhere not in the apartment. I’d hate for you to be here when he wakes up and something happens.” Standing up she pulled water from the sink and splashed some of it one Liam’s face before heading towards the door. Pawing angrily at her tears she turned to look at Juro, “You coming?”
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Juro looked back and forth between the crying girl and the limp body of his roommate and had no idea what to do. It was probably right that he should not be here when Liam woke up, though, and so he reached for his jacket and trailed after her.
He kept looking back over his shoulder, though, even as he rubbed at the aching knot that was already forming on his skull.
“I ought to pick up the chair,” he said mostly to himself, putting his jacket on and searching for his keys. He knew that the broken pieces of the chair strewn around the kitchen were going to bother him all night.
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Eva looked down at what she was wearing and grabbed one of Liam’s jackets off the hook by the door. That was the least the asshole could do for her right now. She could swing by her apartment and change her clothes before she headed out. She didn’t want to spend much time at home right now. She didn’t want July to see the bruise that was most likely starting to show up on her jaw. “Leave the chair for now Juro, I’ll treat you to some ice cream if you want.” She knew Juro had strange tendencies but she felt bad for the kid. It was better than feeling bad for herself.