The Revealing....

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew didn't resist in the slightest as she took his arms and pinned them above his head, the small smile staying on his face as she spoke. He knew she wasn't easy. He hadn't had anything beyond a kiss from her, and the grabbing her butt was totally out of character for him so he knew she couldn't have expected it. He didn't mind not having much more than what she gave him, he liked it in fact. He liked that she gave him a fight, that she didn't want to give herself over to him easily. Without the challenge where would be the fun? Where would be the want? If he got that from her right away, he wouldn't be constantly attracted to her because she gave into things without a second thought.

He chuckled a bit as she stood back, his eyes going over her thin but voluptuous frame before coming back to her face. Oh, so now she was the expert on playing games was she? He removed his own outer wear, his black sleeveless shirt tight fitting to his frame as he spoke, tossing his long sleeved shirt off to the side."Now now Suki, don't make me spank you. Just be a good girl and nobody gets hurt." He laughed as he lurched forward, scooping her over his shoulder so her butt was right near his face. He called out, knowing that nobody, for miles around, would hear a thing of what transpired there.

"ASS SLAPS! GET YOUR FREE ASS SLAPS HERE!" he looked around as though waiting for someone to appear. "No takers? Fine then, I'll keep her butt to myself." He reached up and gave it a little smack, knowing this was only going to get her ire. He would then set her down, backing off with his hands out as if to say "What are you gonna do?". He wanted her to try and bring him down, he wouldn't fight her, not now. He wanted to play with her, and while his action just now was unorthodox and completely out of character for him, he intended it to be that way, to shock her into getting upset and trying to put him to the ground.

Either that, or to make her 'punish' him, which he could only imagine was going to be Rather interesting for them both.

He was fine with either, his face a little red with embarrassment at his own actions.

Good thing it was dark.

[Mitsuki Park]

"But I don't want to be a good girl."

Do you know the number of things Mitsuki could have done to get out of his hold? The fact that he was putting her ass up for smacking even though there was no one out there for miles somehow got her all riled up. Of course, he claimed her himself, but still, she could not suppress the rising excitement that began to lay in the pit of her gut. He certainly acted different than what she was used to, but whether it was good change or bad change, she had yet to make up her mind. And really. Did he think that after slapping her ass, he was going to put her down and create some distance between them? Did he think she would even allow that?

Her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping herself nestled right up against him. She held a wide grin on her face, hands on the side of his neck.

"Does baby long for attention?" She questioned, brushing her hand through his hair before lifting his chin with a mere finger to look up at her. She was elevated just slightly above him, was she not?

"Now. I'm still debating on the punishment. Perhaps I should throw you into the pool?"

And she wasn't kidding either. She possessed the strength to do so.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew watched her body moved, her legs wrapping around his waist. He put his hands on his hips, bringing up an eyebrow as she asked him whether she should throw him in the pool. He wouldn't mind that at all, it was a warm night, and he could stand it. But, her problem? She was attached to him, giving him control of where she went. He easily wrapped his arms around her, connecting them on the other side so as to channel his upper body to keep her against him. He wasn't squeezing too tightly, but enough to where she couldn't get down. Then, his smile leaving, he pressed his soft, warm mouth against her neck once more in a kiss, then moved down to her collarbone.

He sucked gently, giving a little Hickey. With the bruises she had it wouldn't look any different, effectively making sure her family wouldn't find out. Then he would use his mouth to tear open a small part of her tank, revealing a little more skin but not to the point where her chest could be seen. Then, he would kiss there too, before releasing her from being against him and reaching back, gripping her feet and pulling them from the locked state. He did that quickly, hoping his mouth had stunned her for a moment, giving him time to, once again, try and back away.

He was breathing deep, then would bend his knees as he looked at her.

"Threatening me with my own plan? Clever..But..But Ive got to say, i don't think you'll be throwing me in anywhere anytime soon." He brought his hands up in the "bring it" motion.

"Your welcome to try. Watch your butt this time though, i find my hands growing quite fond of its feel." He laughed a little, waiting for her to try whatever she had planned or felt like trying to do.

[Mitsuki Park]

She grunted when his arms laced around her, eyes widening just a bit when she felt his lips press against her neck, moving down. Her mind was completely baffled by what was going on. Several times she had to remind herself to contain and suppress certain feelings that were beginning to crawl up her spine. Of course, a good majority of it was lost when he began working on that small hickey of his. She bit sharply on her tongue, but of course, that control was lost when he ripped part of her wife beater.

"Andrew!" She hissed, unlocking her legs and pushing away from him, getting what he wanted - some distance. She landed swiftly on her hands and feet, staying low to the ground. She hated being compared to feline animals, but if you looked at her now, you would see her to be a rather feisty black cat. She slowly advanced in his general direction before pulling herself up onto her two feet, taking deep breaths. This was the space she needed to pull up her control once more. It made her feel more confident in her actions toward Andrew, knowing that she held at least some sort of control over herself.

But what if she didn't want it?

"Your welcome to try. Watch your butt this time though, i find my hands--"

His words would have been cut off due to a tackle right up against him, aiming to push him to the ground. Her movements were like a blur, eyes flashing for a very brief moment. Her knee was pushing down on his gut to ensure that she would end up on top while her hands made their way to his wrists, fingers locking as she slammed them onto the ground.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews words were cut short, Her body streaking toward him. He had little to no time to react, the Ex-Captain his superior in physical ability by far. He grunted as she hit him, his mind grinning like a child who just got his fist lollipop. Finally. He went down easily, but wasn't going to stay down without a fight. He brought up his legs and wrapped them around her own legs, keeping them together so she wouldn't have that Leverage advantage. He could and would prevent that, at least. His hands, though, were another matter. She pinned them, Andrew not bothering to try and push her off since he wanted this all along.

He smiled up at her.

"Well well, guess i finally get a deserved reaction. Bout' time."

Though he couldn't push up, he had the advantage of grass, and grass was a slippery surface in almost any weather. He would push his arms out to the sides, her own hands going with them, since she put enough strength in them to make sure he couldn't lift, he simply used the surface of the grass to slide his arms and destabilize her hold, which, if it worked how he intended, would cause her upper body to fall forward, her head landing to the left of his own.

Then, he would gently grab her earlobe with his teeth and tongue, licking and kissing it, along with the small, sensitive area just below it.

Man, she was gonna hurt him for this, he was sure.

[Mitsuki Park]

She did not understand what he was trying to do until it actually happened. Her front half of her body fell straight against him while her head slipped to the left of his. Not even a moment later she felt something graze against her ear, which she whimpered quietly at. His touch, his scent, sometimes it was too much to handle. She gritted her teeth and whipped her head up forcing herself away from him. Her left hand gripping the back of his hair to tug him down while her right tucked a few strands of her own hair behind her ear. The very same ear which he had become rather...intimate with. Her breathing was harsh, her upper body pulled up as her legs struggled to break free from his entangle.

"You...enjoy teasing me?" She asked, her harsh breathing obvious in her voice.

Well, two can most certainly play this game...but at what cost, exactly?

She leaned in and her lips pressed against his, gently and softly, applying just enough pressure to part his own to pull him into a deep kiss. Her right hand would softly brush against the side of his face her left remaining at the back of his head...

And she would abruptly break away abruptly, pushing away from him, hoping that the kiss slackened his whole body enough for Mitsuki to get away briefly.

"I hope you didn't think you were going to get more than that..."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew grinned as she pulled his hair, leaving his hands where they were instead of using them to get out of her little hold. She leaned in, pressing her soft, lovely lips against his own, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Whoa, that was different. His body relaxed as a wave of adrenaline came over him. He didnt expect that... He felt her start to get away, but before she could back up enough to taunt him. He grabbed the front of her shirt, er own movements causing the tear in it to rib it clean down the front of her body. He tilted his head a little to the left, staring at her face only. He didnt exactly mean to do that, but it worked out just as well. He placed his hands on his hips.

"Sheesh... Cant you even wait just a little longer? Look at you, tearing your clothes off and everything..."

He laughed a little, his thoughts swirling and trying to avoid what she just did to him. His body was racing, his breathing coming in deep. This was different than the last time they had been intimate. This was a little rougher, a little more playful, more physical. It almost seemed more sensual to him. Better, in a way, because they were both showing a side of themselves they hadnt used at all. They had just met up that night and they fell so easily into each other. It was obvious that they were meant to be together. To have understanding of what turns the other on so completely...

He wiped his arms off on his shirt, looking finally at the torn parts of her clothing.

"C'mon Suki. What ever happened to this punishment you promised me? Seems your the only one getting punished here."

He would chuckle again, before bringing his hands to the side to prepare should she launch herself at him again.

[Mitsuki Park]

"No, I can't wait. I want you now," Mitsuki hissed, of course, a trace of sarcasm and laughter on her lips. Well now what? Her wife beater was all tattered and you could see - if there was a sufficient amount of light - a few of the scars and wounds she had acquired throughout these past few months. You could see her flesh, and...well, there was no use of having the beater on any longer. That, and because most of her flesh had been covered by strips of bandages that were wrapped around her anyway, it wasn't as if she were getting naked or anything. She placed her hands on her hips, wondering if they looked awkward with her simply sitting on Andrew.

There was a problem though. Mitsuki simply did not know how to punish Andrew. Throwing him into the water? Come on. What kind of punishment is that? It'll get him wet. There was something that she could do, however, but it required a lot of effort on her part, and quite a bit on his.

How long can he go without touching Mitsuki? She had quite a bit of stamina, could run faster than him if she set her mind to it, as her body is built to be agile, and her flexibility would help. So without even a warning she would jerk away from him, lightly moving backwards on her toes toward the water.

"If you can catch me, then I'm yours," she called out, making her way around the waters, hoping he'd get the gist that this was his punishment. Because virtually, if Mitsuki really tried, he could never catch her. Not with his bare hands, at least; he could throw rocks at her, but he wouldn't catch her. Well. If he shot her, then yeah, he could probably catch her.

But when it was a battle between speed and wit, well. It's a close game, but Mitsuki was confident. Not being cocky either.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews pace again quickened further, and though her voice was laced with sarcasm he couldnt help but like how it felt when she said that. He would smile, then, grinning at what she did not yet know. He lifted up his hand, the left one, having drawn something from his pocket as quick as a flash. There was a slight jingle of keys as he shook them around. Remember when he placed his hands in her pockets? He drew something out. Her car keys. See, he had planned on toying with her, and needed some sort of leverage for an occasion when his physical prowess couldnt help him against her. This was such. He walked over to the edge of the lake, crouching down and grinning over at Mitsuki.

"Fine. If i catch you, i get you. But unless you come and take these keys from me, ill drop them in the pond." He jingled them a little more, holding them down close to the water. "So it a choice, trade my victory for your keys, or... Your keys for my loss." He was confident in which she would choose. True, she could possibly have a spare, but he didnt know if she had a spare to every key on the chain, and he was sure they were probably of value. He wasnt an assassin for nothing, and running after a person who is literally made for speed wasnt going to get either of them anywhere. Besides, just because she said he could have her, didnt mean he was gonna take her.

In fact, his eyes were lingering on those bandages. They worried him. If anything, he may trade those keys for her agreeing to return to his apartment and let him nurse her wounds. Of course, the bandages would have to be removed, and of course, he wouldnt mind that in the least. He waited patiently, lightly dipping the end of the keys into the water with a sly grin on his face. It was a lose lose situation for her. She could let him drop the keys and risk their ruination, or she could come and take them from him, in which case he would effectively touch her and win her little game.

[Mitsuki Park]

Oh, he had never been so wrong. He had her car keys, but the whole point of this game would be so that he won, regardless. Didn't he see that she wanted him to win the game? That she wanted to become his? He was making this all to easy for her, and she took her sweet time deciding whether or not she should go after her keys. They were important to her, yes, and she did not hold any spares. But if he dropped them, Mitsuki could easily find her keys in the water in half an hour, tops. Granted, it would get her bandages wet, and who knows what kind of bacteria would go through her open wounds? She began to slowly make her way towards him, her eyes looking into the water rather than his figure. Her reflection, which haunted her so. Who was that savage looking girl? But she soon brushed that thought away. Wounds would heal. Scars would be left behind - a constant reminder of the pain she once had been through.

Her eyes flashed up toward Andrew with a slight look of wonder on her face. What would he do to her when he won? She shivered a bit as she found herself drawing near to him. Her hand would have reached out and taken hold of the keys without touching him, yet it was only a matter of time. He could 'tag' her right away, but she hoped that he would wait a few so that she could perhaps initiate a rather dangerous game of teasing. Her senses picked up and she stood dangerously close to Andrew, yet....they were not touching. She was on her tippy toes with her head tilted to the side as she blew a hot breath against his neck.

"Now that I'm yours," Mitsuki started, lips brushing lightly against his collar, "What do you plan on doing?"

She was all too ready to retaliate should he push her into the water. He had grown dangerously confident in his actions toward her, and to say that she didn't enjoy his 'new side' would be a terrible, terrible lie.

Ah... But this wouldn't end that easily. She does have a few tricks up her sleeve.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew came to his feet, eyes following the girl behind his glasses. She came within reach, but he didn't touch her, instead looking to the shine in her eyes. She was feeling mischievous. He watched her take hold of the keys, making sure they didn't touch. He turned his head as she leaned up so his ear was facing toward her, then she spoke. Softly, sweetly, seductively. He couldn't help it. He shivered, his grip slightly relaxing on the keys. She would have no better opportunity than this to snatch them and back away, as his momentary paralysis would leave him in seconds. He couldn't understand what had started this little game between them, but he could tell she wanted to win. She wanted to prove to him that she could beat him in this, the game of "whose the sexier and more seductive".

He knew, for a damned fact, that she would win.

Should she happen to take the keys, he would be shaken from his little coma, and would lunge toward her, aiming to grab at her before she got too far out of reach. He would hope that, being in the position she was with her back toward her getaway, he would be able to catch her. She had his ace, and if she ran... Well... He would have no choice but to give chase. He wanted her, in every way. He wouldn't lie. He wanted her in the worst way. But, lets not get the wrong view. Andrew would be just as excited to have a night with her, just them, on a bench in the middle of nowhere with nothing to they're name. If she asked him... He would do anything for her. Thats why he was enjoying this game- not just for the fact that he wanted her, to touch her and reassure himself that this was all real and not a horrifying yet beautiful dream, but because he could feel that she wanted him just as much.

As he jumped for her, made his way to capture Mitsuki Park, he realized that this, the game of cat and mouse, was only just beginning, and each would have they're victory before it was over.

[Mitsuki Park]

As soon as she heard his grip slack on the keys, she yanked as hard as she could while simultaneously moving back, her toes pushing on the ground as she backed off as much as she could in that split second. She ducked and leaned against one side as to go around Andrew while he leaped forward for her, narrowly missing. She felt his touch slide against her leg, but touching her was not catching her, was it? She ran, grasping the keys as a rush of adrenaline pumped through her body. She felt so refreshed, her heart was racing, and while she wanted to get away from Andrew, she also wanted him to catch her. Now, there are two meanings of the word 'catch' or at least, two ways to achieve it. For starters, you could go after whatever it is you're trying to get. Chase it all you want, trap it in a net, whatever. Or, you can wait for 'it' to go to you.

That was precisely what Mitsuki was thinking as she climbed up a tree, scrambling her way up onto one of the higher branches, the wind only shaking it briefly. It was beautiful up here, and the breeze felt so nice against her body. She didn't have a shirt on. However, she did have a bra along with bandages that wrapped around from her mid torso all the way up past her chest and around her right shoulder.

If she jumped, would he catch her? Or would he climb up?

She stood up and without a moments hesitation, turned her back toward Andrew and let herself lose balance. With the wind blowing against her, she tipped backwards and her eyes closed.

Trust.

She remembered their last talk; how he said he couldn't trust her because she had his heart. And he shouldn't trust her anymore - she had broken their trust by simply going, by saying that she had died, didn't she?

But regardless, she trusted him. Why?

She just did.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew slipped, spinning around as he saved himself from a bad spill while trying to catch the rather slippery Mitsuki. She had deftly dodged around him, his hand just barely grazing her leg as she moved. He pushed off, his feet digging into the grass as he chased after her, his lungs sucking in air as he laughed. Damn her. Why did she do this to him? Come back, make him want her ten times more than he already did, only to leave him again? He didn't think about it. He didn't care. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. He was lost in the wild abandon that was they're current playground, each of them just playing by ear and adapting they're thoughts and plans to what the other may do.

He ran her to a tree, her small, strong form climbing lithely, like a monkey, straight up the tree before he could even reach its base. He slowed down, placing his hands on his hips as he breathed quick and deep, looking up at her with a child-like grin on his face. He watched how high she went, questioning whether or not he should climb up after her. He grabbed the first branch, pulling up as he grunted. Then, looking up, he noticed the girl he chased so fervently holding out her hands. He brought down his eyebrows, frowning a little. He dropped back down, getting ready to back up and call up to her and ask her what she planned on-

Then, she fell backward. Andrews eyes went wide, his feet slipping in the grass as he shot back to where her body began to fall. He came under her, her body hitting his like an anvil, his feet going out from under him as his body provided a soft landing for her. She, most likely, would feel little pain, perhaps a few twinges from her wounds. Andrew, on the other hand, would have the brunt of the force, his back hitting the ground and being crushed between her small frame and the earth. He let out a grunt, his hands around her as he ground his teeth. Wow. He was scared for the first time in his life. He had no idea that she planned that, and it scared the daylights out of him. He looked down at her, his glasses knocked clean from his face, his violet, hurricane shaped pupils closing in on the face of little miss Daredevil.

"What... The hell!?" He meant that in two ways. Crushing him into the grass, and possibly killing herself. He didn't lie when he said he couldn't live without her. His body would live on, but his mind, as was proven, would not. He had died once already, and her return was his resurrection. Suddenly she just jumps off a tree expecting him to catch her?

But he did catch her. He guessed thats what she wanted. She told him to catch her, and while he thought she meant Chase and capture, he realized she could have meant it in another way. Catch her from the fall. He shook his head, planting it back against the ground as he released her, not moving as he breathed deep, eyes to the sky.

[Mitsuki Park]

He caught her, but of course, not as gracefully as she had hoped. She didn't feel that much pain and even if she did she had high tolerance for such things. She was on top of him, and she was slightly worried of how he took the impact. Probably not well? She didn't know how he landed considering she had her eyes closed, but seeing how he wasn't groaning in pain a whole lot at the moment, she figured he'd probably only gotten a few bruises. She smiled down at him, finally seeing the beautiful violet eyes that once haunted her in her dreams. She pulled herself up just a bit so that her face would pop up in front of his, successfully blocking the view of the sky with her face. Not to be mean or anything, but she was incredibly happy. Was she being a little selfish? Maybe, but...

Just let me be a little selfish. Just this once.

"You caught me," she breathed out, eyes gazing deep into his own. So beautiful. She could tell that he had been a bit irritated by her last act, but she loved the absolute thrill of it. Slowly, her left hand touched the side of his face before sliding through his hair until her hand was placed at the back of his head. Her other hand slid up from his mid torso to his chest, and she leaned, kissing him before biting down gently on his lower lip, her tongue then soothing over the bitten area. A deeper kiss was established after that, her hand gently pushing the back of his head against hers, her right hand scratching his chest down to his torso.

And then she pulled away, mostly because she needed a breath, and partially because she had a feeling one of her wounds had opened up when she impacted against Andrew. But never mind that... She would deal with her injuries later.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews eyes moved to the face in front of him, his head not moving, his face coming into a small smile. He had to admit, though it risked her life, it was a rush. Probably more so for her than for him, since he was too busy almost shitting himself to have any feeling regarding adrenaline or excitement. She grabbed his head, her hand traveling across his body. His pulse, already on a heightened state of paranoia, picked up in pace, his body reacting to her every touch. Her tongue, sliding into his mouth, her teeth on his lips. It was almost too much... His senses felt like they had been running on overdrive for the past hour, but he didn't care. He would run in overdrive for the next few days, this he knew. He wasn't aware of her wounds, and unless she stated that she was in pain or unless he saw her bleeding, he wouldnt react to it.

He wanted more. He kissed her back just as hungrily, his hands sliding up her back and gently clawing down, not hard enough to hurt, but just to the point where it would heighten her own state of arousal, if it could be called that. He almost groaned in displeasure when she pulled away. He couldn't help it. He wanted her. His body, his eyes, his stature, everything screamed that. But he was in control. He smiled as she asked him if she hurt him. Then, leaning his head back, provided a very realistic moan of pain, his hand reaching down and touching his back and stomach as he squinted like he was dying, his face screwing up in abject, abysmal misery.

"Yes...Yes...You..." He groaned again. "You did... I think... I think they need... A... a kiss... I may...die without it..." He was trying his best not to smile as he continued to pretend he was in pain. It shocked a part of him. The part that, as of now, was deeply suppressed. The part of him he showed on a daily basis. He never acted this way. What had come over him? He didn't dig into it. When the need called for it, he would and could return to the way he was, but right now, he was just ecstatic to be around her and to know she was alive.

Besides, he was beginning to like this game they were playing.

It was... Fun.