Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew grinned when she agreed, and judging by the look on her face, was hanging by a thin thread. Andrew didn't often try pulling pranks and jokes, and when he did they turned out to sort of flounder and just upset the other person. He didn't really care though, the effect of his joke coming to it peak (in his mind) as he pointed with his chin to her feet where the clothes lay. She had come up the trail by the large boulder, and her clothes sat directly in front of it. He wouldn't REALLY hide her clothes from her, he just counted on her not seeing them as she stared at him.

He put on his tank, then his dress shirt, buttoning it up as he finally put on his glasses. He motioned with his hand as he turned, signaling her to follow him back down the cliff. She could keep her eyes open this time, that way if she ever needed an escape or a place to stay and think, she would know how to climb back up here. It was totally out of the way of civilization, but it was peaceful, and the sounds of the city never reached they're ears. He climbed easily down the mount, turned and made sure she was okay and was following him, then continued back through the slightly wooded area to they're cars.

He hopped in, firing it up as he waited for her to get in her own car. Once she did, they would take off, heading back into the city the way they had come. He took the third exit, which came directly on to summerset, where he took a right on to fifth street. It was one of the busiest, and richest, places in town, his house being nearly three stories. He had plenty of money, both from his inheritance from his mom and his "job". Normally, someone wouldn't expect a person of his profession to live in such a rich area, but he found that if you hid under someones nose, they weren't likely to find you easily. The particular road wasn't busy, but Summerset was. He sure hoped, as he hit the bottome to open his garage, that it wouldnt be a turn off or intimidate her that he lived here. He doubted it would intimidate, nothing did that, but turn her off? Possibly.

He pulled into his three car garage, opening the last one so she could pull her car in. The middle garage was his bike, and in front of it and a little to the left was his door.

He opened it, going inside with a grin.

"So, what do you hungry for?" He would ask, the garage door closing behind they're cars.

[Mitsuki Park]

...aw shi-

She could not believe that her clothes had been right under her nose. With a slight roll of her eye, she pulled on her sweater and jeans, slipping on her shoes without the socks as she made her way to where the cars were, keeping note of what they passed. She felt slightly gross for wearing wet clothes, but it was better than it being damp. She stepped through the car door after unlocking, and turned on the ignition as she followed Andrew in his own car. And let me tell you, she frowned when they entered a neighborhood with huge houses - the reason she didn't like them was because A) it was too much to look after. What if someone broke in? Too many hiding spots. B) It wasn't really cozy. She wondered... Did Andrew live alone?

She pulled her car into the garage before stepping out, noticing his rather pretty looking bike. She wanted one, really, she did - but Reita said no, that she wasn't allowed to buy one. She would follow him inside, though reluctantly, because she was still wet.

"Anything."

So...

"...do you have clothes that I could borrow, by any chance?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew smiled over his shoulder.

"I'm way ahead of you."

He grabbed the sweatpants and t-shirt off his chair, handing them to her. He kept them there so that when he came home he could just change right away, most of the time being covered in blood and not wanting to sit in them for the rest of the night. He pointed upstairs.

"Take a left and walk straight, you'll come to my room. Third drawer down on the dresser that holds the TV is where i keep my boxers, unless you plan on staying in that underwear the rest of the day. If your inclined, you can grab some pants too, though they would be REALLY big on you." His house, in his opinion, was very neat and comfortable, putting off an image the exact opposite of the one he held when he went out. While next to nobody ever came over, he liked to keep himself relaxed,so all of his stuff was normal and cozy. A home is called a home for a reason, and he firmly believed that.

His house was protected by AI security, a branch of house-safety that scanned the house every five seconds, checking for break-ins or elevated stress patterns. It was linked directly to his I-phone, giving him instant updates when he wanted them, as well as giving him access to the cameras that were in and outside the property. They were small and hard to find, so unless you searched and dug for them, you wouldn't know they were there.

It tempted him to check the camera in his bedroom-the one she should be changing in.

He wouldn't betray her trust like that, but it was so, so very tempting.

The only truly expensive things Andrew owned was his car, his bike and his Downstairs TV, which was a 62 inch plasma screen mounted on the wall. He would head into the kitchen and thought about making her some big, lavish breakfast.

He made some cereal instead.

Fruity pebbles-yum.

He hoped it would show her that truthfully, he didn't feel like he needed to impress her by making her some big breakfast, but that he had brought her here to spend more time with her, to talk, watch a movie, or maybe explore the backyard. It was large, since he was seated on a hill, and in that particular backyard was his 32 acres of land, the street he lived on out in front of him, with no houses to the side.

He placed the milk beside him, thinking he probably looked stupid or corny, but it was just the way he was.

His phone was on the table, taunting him with the possibility of the cameras.

'No' He thought with difficulty, and tossed it on to the couch as he waited for her to come down from his room (if she went up there that is)

'Hope she doesn't find my writings...' He thought, taking a large bite as he thought over the mornings events.

[Mitsuki Park]

She went upstairs and easily found his room with the given directions. She found the boxers near instantly, and changed into them, realizing that it kind of looked like she was wearing shorts. She didn't bother raiding his room for sweats, but during her time in his room, she did wonder if he had cameras, and she was curious if he was watching her. Call her paranoid, but with his job, you never know. She stripped off her beater and pulled her sweater on, zipping it up to cover her chest - since her bra, although wet, would dry easily. Her beater, on the other hand, might take a while. She picked up the wet clothes, realizing that they were no longer dripping wet, and headed back down the stairs, barefoot and all, wearing a sweater and a pair of his boxers. If her sweater was any longer, it would have looked as if she weren't wearing anything at all.

Rolling up her sleeves, she dropped the wet clothes on tiled floors, next to a wall but not pressed against it. And, with one of the hair ties she had around her wrist, she pulled it up into a messy bun, with strands falling loose and framing her face.

She grabbed the milk and poured it into the cereal, taking a seat next to Andrew and began eating. Fruity Pebbles? Not her favorite brand of cereal, but it works. She wasn't expecting anything fancy, 'cause if anything, he probably couldn't cook. That, or he was like her.

She eats anything, really.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew raised an eyebrow as she came back downstairs. Now, while it was true he had seen her in her underwear before, seeing her legs so displayed still caused him to...well, you know. He cleared his throat as he looked back down at his cereal, Mitsuki coming over and sitting with him. She didn't waste any time, pouring the cereal and eating it. She must like fruity pebbles, or just didn't care what she ate. He liked that, since he too would eat pretty much whatever was on the plate (or bowl) in front of him.

He swallowed, then spoke.

"I thought about making some big fancy thing, but, truth be told, i didn't know how you would take to it, so i decided to just keep it simple. Besides, i really only brought you here to spend more time with you." He took off his glasses, remembering they're deal. He took the last bite of his food, then drank the milk, looking at her as he set down the plate.

"So mitsuki," He began as he took his stuff to the dishwasher. "Ive been learning and asking so much about you...is there anything YOU want to know?" He was trying to be polite, but thinking back he realized he had gleaned so much information from her, and while she too had learned some things, the scales weren't what you would call balanced.

He took off his dress shirt and tank again, sighing at the cool, air conditioned wind from the vent in the roof behind him splashed on to his back. Seeing her in his clothes caused him a sense of pride. She was his girlfriend. He STILL couldn't believe it. Throughout the time they had been together he kept saying it, but he just could help it. It was wonderful.

He would head upstairs once she finished, inviting her to either follow him to get another shirt or to make herself comfortable on the couch.

[Mitsuki Park]

So he can cook. It didn't matter - she'd choose cereal over a fancy breakfast any day, considering she wasn't one to eat a whole lot in one go. She was a fast eater, and finished her cereal around the same time as Andrew, giving a small smile when he took off his glasses. Must have felt odd for him to have them off, but it was also odd for her to not be all stoic. As for what she knew about Andrew, you could say that she was a silent observer. Without asking questions, she knew quite a bit about Andrew. She knew he must like cars - perhaps even racing, considering the roar of his engine and the way he drove on that high way. Because of his job, it never hurt to be too careful, which is why she assumed that there were cameras almost everywhere - if not, literally everywhere - in his home.

She could ask if he lived alone, but that much was a given - unless Kaia lived with him, but she doubted that he'd leave a small, beautiful child as her alone in a huge house.

She followed him up, knowing that she'd feel a little weird to be left alone in his house. Once in his room, she'd sit on his bed before asking.

"Can I have a tour?"

Considering that his house is huge, y'know?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew turned as she followed him, sitting down on his tempurpedic kind sized bed. He grabbed a shirt and some boxers out of the dresser, heading into his closet straight across from her to put them on. He got undressed, not remembering the mirror on the door. If she happened to look in his direction, she would catch a fully nude shot of his backside. He would, if he was notified, blush terribly, something that for him didn't happen all that often. He put on his boxers, his pants and his shirt. He walked back out wearing a Black sleeveless shirt which hugged his frame, and smiled as he remembered she asked him for a tour.

"Well, not much of interest really.... third floor is just a bunch of empty, never used guest rooms...I don't really think-"

He was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell.

His hand shot to his newly strapped guns at his thighs, drawing it out as he placed the glasses he grabbed off a nightstand on to his eyes. He walked down the stairs quietly, peeking out the eye-hole in the door. He would have checked his phone had he not tossed it off to the side earlier. He carefully gazed out, a frown coming across his face.

He put his gun back in its holster, opening the door to the UPS man and accepting the package he held. He looked at the name on the front, his face going a little slack in surprise as he turned toward mitsuki, looking up at her in shock.

"Its from my father..."

[Mitsuki Park]

...was he always this serious when someone rang the doorbell? What if it was a girl scout selling cookies? She followed him silently, picking up his sunglasses on the way to the front door. Before he was able to open it, she would turn him around by grabbing his wrist and slip them on for him, still and emotionless look on her face before moving off to the side, into the shadows. Well. It could have been a girl scout, but chances were unlikely. Though, to his surprise, it happened to be a UPS man dropping off a package - and even more surprisingly, one from his father. She frowned, wondering why his dad of all people would send him a package - and though curious of what the package was, she figured she should be in some other room while he opened it.

After the UPS man left and Andrew closed the door, she would approach him, eying the package with paranoia. A bomb? Or perhaps Mitsuki had been watching too many movies.

She would step into the living room to give him some space. She figured if he wanted her to see, then he'd show her.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew sat down as mitsuki left, opening the package to find it nearly empty, except for a piece of paper. On it was an invitation to his sisters baptism. He stared at it, anger welling up on his face. He would kill him. He'd kill the bastard. Fucking prick. He tore the invitation to pieces, wadding all the torn shreds into a ball and throwing them into the garbage disposal. He flipped the switch, then went upstairs, slowly, not even bothering to say anything to mitsuki as he reached his room. The dick had done it, gone and destroyed his spirit for the fun of it. No contact for years, and yet somehow he get his address and mailed him an invitation to his little sisters baptism.

He walked through his bedroom door and over to his bed, sliding down it as he set his head back on the bed. His anger and fury was boiling, and his sadness threatened to overwhelm him. He sat there, still as stone, listening to the clock on the wall tick. He looked up at his ceiling, his thoughts swirling around his little sister. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and opening it so he could take out the picture of her he had stolen from his father a few weeks before.

He stared at it, running his finger across her face.

He would do it.

He would kill his father for this feeling he created in his heart.

[Mitsuki Park]

And as he went upstairs, she remained silent, remaining in her seat until she started heading towards the garage door. She stepped out, opening the trunk as she pulled out her violin and mini amp. Powered by batteries, it wasn't at all heavy - nor at all big. Very small, portable amp, because her violin was electric. She had a regular violin at home, under her bed, but that instrument was ancient. Probably in need of some serious replacement strings, tuning and polishing. With those at hand, she started up the stairs, remembering that Andrew had said that the third floor was nearly nothing but guest rooms and empty space. So, taking his word, she stepped into one of the guest rooms and sighed as she began to hook things up. She wasn't entirely sure what had been in the package, but he was angry - and maybe, though she wasn't a people-person - maybe she could help him ease his troubles.

She pulled out her violin, hooked it up to the amp and turned it on, leaving the amp outside the door of the room and letting the cord run underneath through the small space provided. The sound would echo through his huge house as she played - he'd be able to hear her, but wouldn't be able to see her unless he decided to come through the door.

Taking her bow, she let out a deep breath before playing Kiss The Rain. She wished he wasn't mad - wished that she could take his pain away, but she couldn't.

Or maybe she could.

Who knows?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews ears perked up, the beautiful noise running through his empty house. He lifted his head, the tears being wiped from his face as he looked to the door. He dropped both his wallet and the picture, slowly making his way toward his bedroom door. He looked down the steps, but the noise came from above. He walked toward it, heading up the steps, his eyes always up toward the music. He walked down the hall, coming to a stop and leaning just outside the door of the room the music came from. He sank down next to it, listening as he leaned against the wall. It was very beautiful, and, as he peeked inside, noticed it was mitsuki playing, though she wouldn't have seen him noticing her since he was down low and only looked with one eye.

He sat back against it, his heart jumping into his throat. His face was clean now, no trace of the tears left. He took off his glasses, waiting until the song neared its ending then stood, walking just into the doorway and leaning against the frame. He stared at her for a long time. He didn't exactly know what to say. He had been angry before, but now was a little calmer....how in the hell was it possible for her to do that to him? He walked over and, if she remained seated, would pull her to her feet and hug her to him gently. He had chosen the right person to invest himself in. For some reason, she knew what song to play, or else maybe it was the only one she knew to play; either way he felt better.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes, leaning in for a kiss as his hands held her waist. He wasn't exactly sure how to express himself, so he just cleared his throat after her soft lips pressed against his in a tender kiss, and spoke.

"I want you to sleep with me" He said. Then he blushed, realizing how that must have sounded. "Er, not like...well not, i mean...uh...i meant come and sleep with me...like, you know, sleep." They had been up all night, and he needed rest. So did she, but he didn't want to leave her, so he would, if she was willing, cuddle up with her in his bed and fall asleep to her steady breath. It was a random series of events, to be sure, but he really couldn't think straight with no sleep for the day and night. Besides, they had all day together.

He waited for her reply.

[Mitsuki Park]

After she finished, she had this odd feeling that someone was watching her, and when she turned around, there Andrew was, leaning against the frame of the door. She had been playing the violin for too long now, just didn't play often in front of people. He approached her, pulling her in for an embrace, which she awkwardly returned because the bow and violin were still in her hands. A tender, sweet kiss, she also returned, a gasp escaping her, though unintentional. Every time he kissed her, it felt as if it were her first - always new, exciting, sweet. She stared at him, watching him turn red before smiling, and nodded her head.

"I'll sleep with you. Give me a minute."

She started putting her violin away - one of her most prized possessions, actually. Beautiful instrument it was. Once it was put away, she took his hand.

Sleep, anyone?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew smiled, taking her hand and interlocking the fingers as he led her back to his bedroom. He didn't know how Mitsuki liked to sleep, but he slept in the nude. Of course, he wouldn't be sleeping like that now, at least not with her right there. He was in a mood where he normally wouldn't care, but he didn't want to put her into an uncomfortable position. So he stripped down to his boxers and got into his bed, which he had deemed the most comfortable bed ever created in the history of mankind.

After she got in, whether fully dressed or half naked like him, he would bring his arm under hers, should she be laying on her side facing toward him, and run his fingers through her hair. He wanted his body close to hers so they could snuggle, but again it depended on her; what she was wearing and what she was comfortable with. While he did indeed have a sexual attraction to her, he also wanted to cuddle, so while both would have pressure placed on them, he could control the sexual.

He just wanted her close.

He would wait to see what she would do, however, and after that, whether she snuggled in close or slept a little away, he would drift off into sleep, making sure his glasses and guns were near his bed so they would be easily reached should he need them. He would talk if she wanted to before that, but otherwise, his eyes would close, and he would know no more for the time being.

[Mitsuki Park]

Where as Andrew liked to sleep in the nude, Mitsuki liked to sleep fully dressed. Sweater and sweats and all. She pulled the hood of her sweater over her head, realizing that it was kind of hot, considering, well, it's summer time, and she's wearing a sweater. But she only had on a bra underneath, and if Andrew was going to sleep with only boxers on, then maybe it might be a good idea if one of them had clothes on. She never slept with anyone before - except her brothers - but they had been so young then.

Slipping onto the bed, she crawled next to him, one arm slipping under his waist and the other over. Thing is, when Mitsuki sleeps, she leans against things. So naturally, if she was going to sleep next to Andrew, she'd end up cuddling up next to him regardless. With them being so close to each other, he could probably feel her breath spraying against his bare chest. It was hot - his body heat with her sweater together did not make the greatest of combination, but she would survive the night.

"Sweet dreams."

And she would close her eyes, drifting off into a sleep...

...but an hour or two later, Mitsuki would wake up, the heat taking a toll on her. Slowly, she would pull away from Andrew and unzip her sweater, leaving it open as she took steady breaths. The heat wasn't the only thing to wake her up, but a dream - she took steady breaths, chest moving up and and down. She looked over at Andrew, a small smile breaking out on her face, leaning in as she kissed his forehead.

She wasn't worried about him seeing her like this, considering his curtains were drawn and it was quite dark in the room, nor did she even expect him to wake up, even though his job required him to be a light sleeper.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew fell off to sleep, though was immediately awakened by the shuffling of pressure on his bed a few hours later. He kept his eyes closed, knowing it was mitsuki since his alarms hadn't gone off, nor was his dog barking. After she kissed his forehead, he opened his eyes. It was dark, but since his eyes had adjusted, could see faintly her form. The sweater was open, though it was too dark to see underneath, and she was sweating; her laboured breaths and shiny forhead gave that away. He frowned. He sat up, the bed and his body temperatures at a perfect degree. He wasn't hot nor cold, her body helping to keep him at a perfect balance in his air conditioned home.

He scooted toward her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked gently, eyes on hers. He could see a faint shine off of them, so he knew where they were. He wasn't really affected by her being in her underwear, since it wasn't the first time he had seen it and he was more concerned with the deep breaths she had been taking. If she was too hot, but not really comfortable with stripping with him there, they could take off some blankets. He would be a little cold then, but was more than willing to sacrifice it if it made her feel better. He wondered if heat was the only thing bothering her, but guessed she would tell him if there was more.

He would, should she still be tired yet unwilling to sleep with him in her underwear, offer to sleep on the chair that sat in the corner, giving her full reign of his bed.

It all depended on what she wanted. He was more than happy to give it to her if she would feel relaxed with him.