Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Mitsuki Park]

Score!

The minute she was released, she moved - her arms would slip under his from behind and yank up, restricting his arm movements, and her legs would wrap around his waist. She very knew that he could slam the back of his head into her face, so she moved it off a bit near his shoulder, holding him in a lock. That is, if everything went according to plan.

It's not like she was thinking dirty and wrestling him for the sake of being physically close - she saw the lustful look in his eyes, and saw how much control he was having over himself. For that reason alone, she shouldn't have 'attacked' him as she did. Was she pushing his limits? Mitsuki, in turn, was also a teenager. She thought of some things considered naughty once every blue moon - but ever since she's had the kisses from Andrew, well. I'd say that the two were very good at keeping their hormones in check.

She cleared her throat.

"So, do I get my favor?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew, after feeling his body restricted in the way it was, had a few things he could do to retaliate. He didn't do any of them, since they were painful to her and in some cases himself, which left only one thing he could do. He relaxed, grinning over his shoulder as he let her get the hold in place fully, which would make it far more difficult for him to escape. He heard her clear her throat as she spoke. He smiled at her as best her could, since she could really only see half of his face.

"Name it, and ill give it to you if i can." He said in a soft voice. It was just loud enough for her to hear. He was starting to get his mind under control...well, maybe not his mind, but his body. Should he want to, he could lose that control as quick as a blink, but he didn't. It occurred to him that she herself was showing a lot of restraint, and for that he was proud of them both. Seeing the person you find yourself inexplicably attracted to half naked and wrestling with you and still keeping yourselves under control was a miracle in itself.

The fact that he was already having trouble and she jumped onto his back only increased the pressure on him to keep himself under control. He thought it through, trying to think of a way of escape without hurting either of them too badly.

He suddenly had an idea, but wouldn't do it until she stated the favor he owed her.

[Mitsuki Park]

"I don't think you could handle it, given the circumstances."

Mitsuki already told him what she wanted, back when she leaned against him on the stone. But again - the two were both having a mental, and physical - if you will - struggle against something they both longed for, yet at the same time, was keeping patient with. She loosened her grip on him after he relaxed, but kept still for a minute or two before she unlocked her legs around his waist and retreated her arms. Does that mean that the wrestle was still on, because he couldn't give her what she wanted, or would it continue, with the possibility of breaking the control they have over themselves? She focused on her breathing and would lay herself down.

It all really depended on Andrew. If he could handle the hugs and kisses she wanted, then by all means - go ahead and try. If he couldn't, then she would hold him to it until after they get dressed.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew faced forward once more, a grin on his face.

After she released him, he lowered his arms and turned around. He walked over to her and, in a terrible test of both his will and hers, scooped her up and kissed her on the lips. He held her gently, walking her back to a tree he planned to press her frame against as he gave her the kisses she wanted. His mind was in a state of constant shock, trying to keep himself under control. He wasn't able to keep a control on everything, like where his thoughts would linger, or on one or two occasions, where his eyes would flick to when he pulled away a bit to take a breath, but he tried his best.

It was one of the most challenging experiences he had ever faced.

His skin felt full of tingles, his heart picking up to a rapid pace. They're clothes were near, the small trail that led down from the glade only a few steps away, they're clothes on the other side of it. Part of him thought they should get dressed, yet part of him didn't want them to. Both sides fought for control. The wrestling match was, at the moment, forgotten as his body and mind were scrambled.

Still, he kept control.

Her actions during this would only further test his limits, which he welcomed, though feared, since he truthfully didn't know his limits, nor would he know when to tell her (or himself) it was too much.

His left hand would be holding her up as his right cupped her face, her height and stature making it easy for her to wrap her legs around his stomach/waist, just above the naval. His mind wouldn't be on her legs, however, but rather her lips, and the parts of her body that were agonizingly pressed to his muscular frame.

'Well, this day, so far, has been wonderful.' It was a thought that was soon swept away in the torrent of his current feelings and emotions. He hoped that the days to follow with her would be just as wonderful, at least when they were alone. He knew he wouldn't be able to kiss her, touch her, and look at her in public the way he did right then, but he didn't mind.

Just knowing she was his was more than enough.

[Mitsuki Park]

He picked her up, and she got what she wanted. But she was still elevated in the air, and in an attempt to make it easier on him - considering it must have been a bit difficult to kiss her and hold her up at the same time - wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She had to focus - though the kiss itself was ever so blissful and sweet, she knew that one slip up would easily loosen the control she had over her mind. Against a tree, which she willingly let herself lean against, her breathing labored and chills running down her back. She was suppressing so many things at the moment - urges, if you can call them that. His body was pressed against her own, the two so dangerously close to each other.

She let out a near silent groan, her left hand brushing through the back of his head while her right slid down his rather muscular back.

Control.

She abruptly stopped the kiss, turning her head to the side as she tried to level her breathing, legs slowly unwrapping around his waist. She didn't want to stop, but she wasn't sure how far, exactly, she could go. In too deep, and who knows if she could pull herself back out? She even went so far as to moan in delight, which was the beginning of her mind telling her that she should slow down, or even better: Stop and take a breather.

She kept herself leaning against the tree, at a loss for words. An infatuation with Andrew, along with lustful attractions made it extremely difficult to stop. She spoke.

"I didn't think you'd do it."

[Tyr Odinson]

Her legs and arms wrapped around his body, her soft, soft lips pressing against his own as he pushed her into the tree. He had pulled away, breathing heavily. He didnt need to hold her in the air anymore, her arms and legs, as well as the tree she was leaning against taking all of the pressure off his arms.

He was suddenly and uncontrollably aware of the slight gasp and moan she had let out, the soft hand sliding down his back, the hand in his hair. His mind and body flushed with images he couldnt hold back. After she had spoken, he leaned back in, lightly trailing his lips from her collarbone to her chin. He planted a kiss on her neck, then one more gentle, soft kiss on her lips, his right hand having gone from her face to her waist, joining his left hand there.

He made a very hard and wise decision right then.

He picked her up from the tree and set her on the ground. His mind was slipping. Slipping far too rapidly for him to maintain control much longer should he continue to do the things he had just done. He took a moment to collect himself, before standing up and just flopping backward into the grass, his arms straight out like a cross, his legs a little spread. He wanted her to come and lay with him, even if they were in theyre underwear, and watch the clouds roll by. He wouldnt blame her, though, if she decided it was wise to get dressed. They had all day to spend together, though out here they could do anything, be anything, wear as much or as little as they wanted without worry of being found, where as in town they would have to be just a little different. More careful, watchful, and distant from each other.

He wasnt eager to go back to that, but he didnt think that spending the day here would be what she wanted to do. He tried to think about what he did to deserve to have her in his life at all, let alone her being his significant other. He wouldve been happy with her as a trusted friend, but girlfriend? Not in his wildest dreams.

He looked over at her, breathing picking back up as he did so.

He wanted her. He wanted those lips again, and he had only just released them.

Control.

[Mitsuki Park]

His lips, which trailed up from her collarbone and up her neck; the light, soft and gentle kiss in which he planted against her own lips, his hands, which were both at her waist. She wanted him, she could have him, but at the same time she realized it was too much, too early. If he did not kiss her in the car, she wouldn't have kissed him that day - at all, for that matter. She didn't think that she'd know anyone enough to kiss them on the first date - if you can call it that - but here they were, so close to getting what they both were aching for. Her body was yearning for his touch, but as he set her down, she knew that it was over, or at least for the time being. Her chest heaved as she took in deep breaths, eyes watching Andrew as he fell back into the grass.

She wanted to lay with him in the grass as well, but a part of her told her she should change - get dressed, or at least put some pants on. But there was a problem; she didn't want to get dressed. It was odd, revealing so much to Andrew - speaking in a both physical and ideal sense.

She crawled over to where he was, though kept a slight distance from him. Any closer, and she might as well be crawling on top of him - and even from the short distance, she could feel his body heat radiating onto her. And although she was staring at the clouds, she couldn't help but think of him; it was ridiculous.

"That was nice..."

She whispered, turning her head to face Andrew. She reached over and took his hand.

She loved this place.

Honestly, she really, truly did.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews thoughts were lingering, rather longingly, on the look he had seen in her eyes before he set her down. They both wanted to. He knew they did. He was breathing hard, glad that, through an unspoken agreement, they had given each other a moment to collect themselves. He expected her to head over and throw on her clothes when her eyes looked that way, so he was once again surprised when she crawled over to him and laid next to him. The sun was up, though not yet midday. Probably ten o'clock. He looked over at the angel laying next to him, his hand in hers. He stared for a long time at her, even if she turned away he would continue to stare.

He liked that she was so comfortable with him, while they were alone. He had worries that she wouldn't be open, that she wouldn't express herself and take risks when they had time to themselves. He was proven wrong. She was far more open than he had expected. For that matter, so was he.

Her beater was still a little damp though not enough to stick to her frame. He could see the outline of her bra underneath, but he tried not to look at it. He had just regained himself, best not to test it until he was ready. Looking back up at the sky, he sighed.

He sure did hate to ruin that precious moment; them laying together under the sun and sky. He rolled over toward her, grabbing her as he rolled over top of her. He just kept going, right down into the water yet again. She would more than likely be surprised, giving him time to rotate himself and her so he could be around at her back. His arms would come under hers from around the back, his hands being placed on the back of her head as he put her into a full nelson. Standard move. Easy to block, not always easy to get out of.

He placed his mouth next to her ear.

"What, did you think our match would end with you getting the last strike? I should think not!" He said, grinning as he held her there.

The match was back on, Andrew taking the moment they had together to try and gain an upper hand.

[Mitsuki Park]

Well, next thing she knew, she was getting dizzy - that's for sure. He caught her off guard, and before one could realize what was going on, she was in the water once more, feeling his arms slip underneath hers. Instantly she grabbed onto his hands to prevent them from going any higher, forcing them to stay still to keep him from even trying to go behind her head. She arched a brow, taking steady breaths, realizing that the water seemed more cool than the first time she had gone in. Chills. She grinned and turned her head over at Andrew, meeting his eyes before pushing away from him, kicking and swimming to the deeper parts of the water. She would poke her head out of the water once her feet couldn't touch the ground, motioning with two fingers to get him to follow.

"I know I'll get the last strike."

Under water, she realized that her shirt was actually heavier than she would have first realized. She wasn't going to take it off, but she lifted it just above her belly button and tied a knot off to the side, then pushed the fabric down to cover all of her torso once more.

She was ready for him.

[Tyr Odinson]

He grinned.

He could have continued with another move as she clasped his hands, but he wanted to feel her touch, and so he instead planted a kiss on her neck and shoulder. Before he knew it, though, she had swam away into deeper water, tying off her tank to allow better movement. He cracked his neck.

"Oh, we'll see, we'll see. I assume the normal rules apply?" He said as he began to swim leisurely toward her. By that, he meant the winner gets a favor from the loser, and since every thing they had done so far had those rules, he wasn't sure if she wanted to do it that way again, or just have it be a friendly match. When he got in close enough, he acted as though he was going to give her a hug, his arms coming under hers slowly and pulling her to him. It was simple, and totally obvious, but he didn't care. Since when had anything in this wrestling match been by surprise? He would, as he "hugged" her, tighten his grip and lift, raising her arms above her head as he clinched her tight. She still had free movement in her legs, but her arms would be up above her head, so she wouldn't have much she would be able to do with them.

'Dammit....why a game where i always have to feel her body against mine?' He thought to himself as her body mashed once more with his. Not that he didn't enjoy it, on the contrary,he enjoyed it too much, and it made it difficult for him to keep his mind on the task at hand, as well as everything her body was doing.

OOC (( Even though there is no fight, Due to the nature of the match, Andrew's Ability to predict moves and such Has dropped some. For the remainder of the wrestling match, Andrew's wisdom is at 8.))

[Mitsuki Park]

"Of course."

He approached her slowly, his arms open for a hug. She figured that they'd start after, so she made no action to move away; she had been surprised, however, when his hug tightened and she gasped for air, arms suspended over her head. There was a way, however, to get out of this situation without having to use her legs. She pressed her lips against his - keeping her mind focused that she wasn't doing this to please herself - or him, for that matter - but the the sake of wrestling. She figured his vice grip would loosen, considering that they both needed to control themselves: He was the one holding her against him, and she was the one kissing him. If he let go, she'd pull away - simple as that.

Not only would she pull away from the kiss, but she'd plan on dunking his head under water for the fun of it.

It was kind of hard to wrestle under water, no matter how fun it sounds.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew suddenly felt her lips against his again, her body adding to the effect her lips gave. Cheater. He released his grip, a little stunned (not to mention turned on)at the fact that she would use his physical attraction for her against him. He shook his head to clear it, then looked up at her.

"Hey, that wasn't fai-" He wasn't able to finish his statement, his head being dunked under the water as he tried to speak, luckily taking a breath before he went. He didn't know what was wrong with his reaction time, since he should have seen something coming, but his head felt a little foggy, and her body was making it difficult for him to think. After he went under, he grabbed her waist, right at her pelvis and pulled, yanking her under the water so she too could share in the experience of a surprise dunking.

If she went under, he would grab her and push her away, breaking for the surface. He was within her arms reach, but he had no clothes for her to really grab on to. She wasn't close enough to get a hold on him, so he would easily be able to make it. Once he broke the surface, he would swim for shallow water, since being in the deep end would only prove to be another advantage for her. He reached down, picking something up that was floating in the shallow end of the water.

Her pants.

He laughed, looking up at the small bit of mud they had created by splashing around. Her pants has slid down the mud and into the water.

He turned toward Mitsuki, holding them up above his head with a grin.

"These yours?" He said, fully expecting to see her chasing after him.

[Mitsuki Park]

There's nothing called fair in this game of wrestling, but maybe it's because he was the one that was affected and getting dunked, because once she felt his hands at her waist, she held her breath and shot down into the water, not because she wanted to, but because she was forced to. By the time she broke the surface, Andrew was well on his way to the shallow end of the water, Mitsuki swimming after him until... Well, until she saw Andrew holding onto something that belonged to her, that was also soaking wet; reason she took it off in the first place was to put on something dry after wards, that, and because jeans are super heavy when in water. Woah. Run-on sentence alert.

Oh, hell no.

She sighed, shaking her head as she tilted herself back and under the water, letting her body slowly float on up as if she were a dead body. It was probably only a few seconds later which she let her body be totally engulfed in the water, swimming rapidly towards him even in the shallow water to get her jeans back.

But no way in hell was she leaving the water to chase after him on land.

Well.



Maybe.

[Tyr Odinson]

Oh hell yes!

Andrew laughed at the expression on her face as he began to swim, rather quickly, away from her. He did better on the surface than he did under water, his large arms making it easier to swim as he frantically stole her pants from her. It didn't take more than a few seconds, however, to reach land, the rest of her clothes sitting dangerously close to him as he pulled himself from the water. He grabbed them all; his clothes, her clothes, all the clothes, and ran back up the path. She wouldn't be out of the water just yet, so he had a quick moment up in the circle of boulders they had come from to throw on his jeans. He would try and put his shirt on too, but if she came around the bend he would just stand up shirtless, her clothes no-where in sight.

"Wow, you seem to be in a hurry of some kind. Is it for something i can help you with?" He grinned, trying hard not to laugh. He had hid them, of course. He wasn't dumb enough to hang on to them, especially since she was strong enough and fast enough to tear them from his grip. He stuck his hands in his pockets, his glasses (which he picked up from the ground where they had been leaning against the boulder earlier) Were in his hand, though closed, and his shirts were right near his feet.

"I tell you what, ill give you your clothes back..." He smiled. "IF you come to my house and let me cook you breakfast." He purposely didn't ask her to go out to eat with him, mostly because he still wanted to be alone with her and not have to ruin how they were at that point by being together publicly. He wanted to be able to kiss her whenever he had the inclination to, and to be able to hold her at any given time. He didn't know if she would be up to letting the guy cook, since most girls are anal about letting them do the cooking. Andrew, though not a master chef, Has had to learn how to cook plenty of different dishes while living on his own, so he was actually a pretty good cook.

He folded his arms across his chest, and grinned, waiting for his reply as she stood there in her underwear. Rephrase that, stood there looking smoking hot in her underwear.

[Mitsuki Park]

She began to squeeze the water from her hair...and her clothes before running after Andrew, who had his jeans on, his shirt in his hands. She stared at him, arms crossed in front of her chest, leaning on her left leg as she stared at him in a rather sarcastic manner. Damn, she was itching for her clothes back - if you didn't already know, Mitsuki wasn't one for jokes. At least, not like these - she had nearly no sense of humor, and did not find this to be at all amusing, the stoic face making it obvious enough. But then he offered a middle ground - he'd give her clothes back if she went over to his place for breakfast. Although she wasn't one to eat in the mornings, she reluctantly agreed, because there's no way in hell she's leaving this place without pants on.

Not that Andrew would ever do that to her. She knew he'd give her clothes back regardless.

Hair dripped to the ground, shirt doing the same - and her pants were probably dripping as well. Hnnh... It'd be bad if she caught a cold.

So.

Her clothes?

Was she mad at him? No. Was she annoyed? Nope. So why the hard face?

Like I said.

No sense of humor, duh.