The Revealing....

[Mitsuki Park]

Her eyes slightly widened as she picked herself up from him, despite the fact that she was hungry for his lips once more. But of course, she began to grow suspicious after a bit, especially once he mentioned something about kissing his pain, and how he thought he would die without her kisses. Well, a light smirk carried on her lips as she brought her hands down to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting his tight black shirt up his stomach, her breathing instantly picking up. As if his scratches to her back hadn't already done it's job, but now she was undressing him? Oh goodness. Of course, whether you're a pervert or not, by now one would be thinking of all the things that could be done with or without a bed. Mitsuki was no exception.

But a part of her also held some exceptional control over herself, mainly because she realized where this was actually going. She had no doubt that Andrew had control over himself, but should he lose control, than at least one of them still had it. Of course, unless he did some things that would cause her to completely blank out...which would not necessarily be bad for either of them.

She started trailing kisses up his stomach, letting her tongue escape past her lips every once in a while to leave marks. Did he enjoy her playing? She wanted to hear him utter her name. An odd thing to want, but it was true, and she thought that perhaps by doing this he would. She climbed up as she kissed his neck. "Where else do you hurt?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews breath, which had finally began to return, sped up even more, his chest feeling like it might explode as his stomach felt a tingle. That was even before her mouth touched it. He gasped as he felt her soft lips on his abdomen, her tongue darting out to tease him even more. Now, given, Andrew knew nothing of Mitsuki's want, and was only going by what he felt compelled to feel, her mouth spurring him on to do exactly as she desired.

"S-Suki..." He barely let it out, his shirt bunched up a bit as he closed his eyes. Dear lord. He hated to even think of what would happen in the bedroom. He'd give himself thirty seconds with her. Tops. He breathed deeply as she came back up, sending a hard shiver down his spine when her mouth met his neck. He caught a grip on his self control, his feelings threatening to overwhelm him. That was one positive thing she had given him before she left. If this was before, if she had never "died", he would be putty, squirming and begging for more. But he had learned much self control since she left, since he had to exercise it daily. He wouldn't break, no, not unless she expressed that she wanted him to. Unless she asked him to.

He had tried, once, to do something like that with her, and she hadn't been ready. If she was ready now, he would most certainly give it, but not until she expressed that. He knew, then, that it had to stop, that he had to get them moving, to get them someplace else before they both lost control of themselves. Still, he wanted to feel her just a bit more. His hands came up, feeling her flat stomach, running across her ribs, coming to her chest.... But he didn't touch them. No, his thumbs, as he held her sides, just barely brushed the bottom of them, his eyes on hers the whole time. He took a deep breath...then pushed her so she would sit up on him, his eyes on her wrapped wounds. He felt something moist.

He looked to her eyes, his lust still present in his own orbs but mixed with a concern.

"Your bleeding."

Simple and direct. It sounded something like an accusation, and it partially was. If she was that injured...

He would wait for her to reply before speaking again.

"Cmon. We're going back to my house to get those cleaned up."

He would stand and move for his sweater, realizing, as he bent down to grab it, that he held a rather large bulge in the basement, if you know what i mean.

Hey, what did you pervs expect? He IS a man, after all...

[Mitsuki Park]

He said it. Her eyes widened as he said the last part of her name, somewhat satisfied at the sound of his voice. A mixture of a tone of begging and want, it was... She smiled, her face turning into one of pleasure when he began to touch her, a light twitch in her arm as his thumb brushed against the bottom of her chest. Part of her wanted him to climb higher, while the other part told her that it was a good thing he didn't. And her thoughts branched off even more from there. That it was good he didn't, because this was the wrong place to do so, yet the other part of her said that it was bad because of her loose self control. Control was still there, yes, but does Mitsuki want that control?

She would have been angry at him if it weren't for the fact that she felt his bulge, which caused her to arch a brow. His accusation - or concern - hardly affected the young girl as she dismissed the whole thing with a dry tone.

"So it seems," she uttered as she stood up, picking up her own sweater along the way. "I hope you don't mind if I hitch a ride with you."

Meaning she would probably end up staying the night if he didn't mind, because she could not afford her car to be seen in broad daylight - not in this city, at least. She'd rather leave her car here, totally safe and away from harm. Kind of funny how she cared so much about her car?

Regardless, she would step inside the passenger seat of his car, touching her wound once inside briefly and frowning. It stung a little, but nothing one wouldn't be able to handle. She pulled on her sweater.

"You know," Mitsuki said with a small chuckle, wondering where this would get him during the car ride home, "I don't like how we abruptly ended our playing."

[Tyr Odinson]

He chuckled a bit.

"Nah, you can ride me anytime... Er...Ride with me." He gave a little wink, walking over to his car and opening the door, jumping into the seat and tossing his sweater in the back. She would hop inside, and he would back out slowly, not wanting to damage his shocks by speeding away from the place down the dirt road. He flipped around once they reached an opening, his car squealing as he took off. He raised an eyebrow over at Mitsuki as she stated she didn't like the way their game ended. He wouldn't lie, he wanted it to go on too. But he was driving... Wait, why did that matter to him again? It didn't. He would play with her as he drove if he had to. He couldn't wait until they got home. He planned on her taking a bath, and, if she made him, he would undress her himself and put her in there.

Not like he would mind.

He looked over at her, replying with a small smile.

"Who said we have to stop... Theres still one more place you have yet to kiss-" He looked down, his pants still making obvious that he was undeniably turned on. He would stare at it for a few seconds before continuing. "-My elbow... my elbow still hurts..." He grinned wider, since his obvious look at himself would make her think he meant for her to kiss...you know. He was teasing her, not to mention that he was showing her how hot and bothered she got him, which would probably cause her to pause slightly. He wouldn't bother to hide it- not like he could. He was wearing a tank and jeans for Pete's sake, and something like that, regarding a girl like her, just wasn't gonna disappear.

He turned onto the highway, looking to his rear-view as he drove. If she tried to lean over and kiss his elbow, he would bring his arm back and catch her chin quickly and gently, scooping it up to his mouth. He would kiss her deeply, closing his eyes as he continued to drive. He loved it. He missed it so badly it ached.. He would pull away so an inch was between they're lips, before gently kissing the tip of her nose and smiling as he turned back to look at the road, taking the exit to his house in a few short moments. He would pull into the driveway, the garage closing automatically behind them. He would step out and let her enter first, set down whatever she may be holding, before coming in behind her and placing his hands on her hips, on the front near the very bottom of her abdomen, right around the belt-line.

He would lean in and kiss the back of her neck, then, swiftly, would grab her shirt and pull it off over her head and step back, throwing it over his shoulder.

"You need those cleaned. You can do it, if you want..."

He grinned.

"Or you can resist... And i can do it for you."

He shrugged.

"Either way... Your going in that bathtub miss Park, even if i have to strip you down and put you there myself."

[Mitsuki Park]

The way he stared at his pants made her think the obvious, and she arched a brow. Did he really want to go that far? Was that even legal? Not that she cared if it did or didn't, she was just curious. But he didn't say that, and she wasn't sure if she felt relief wash over her or something else, but regardless, she leaned in to kiss him on the elbow, but instead found herself kissing Andrew full on the lips. She whimpered, not afraid at all that he might get into an accident, but that it was so sudden and deep. He kissed her nose and bop! She plopped back into her seat, a chuckle escaping her lips before leaning back. And before you know it, he was pulling into the driveway, into the garage.

And as soon as she placed everything on the ground, he came up behind her, his hands on her hips near the front, eyes widening a bit in surprise, breath caught in her throat. His kisses to the back of her neck could have made her unbelievably happy, but he pulled off her sweater and she took it as an act of lust. But it wasn't, much to her disappointment, and she stood there in front of him with her hands on her hips. A bath? She's taken showers before, but for the past couple of months, she has not had any time for a bath.

"What if I want you to strip me down?" Mitsuki questioned, stepping toward Andrew as she closed the distance between them. Of course, she grinned and abruptly stepped away, making her way into one of the many bathrooms of his home. "I can undress and wash myself."

And she would undress herself in the bathroom after closing the door. She knew fully well that there was a camera in the bathroom - that there was a camera every where - but she didn't care. If he saw her body, then he saw her body. And if he wanted it, then come and get it. But she also knew he respected her privacy, so who knows? Anyway, she turned on the water and slowly stepped in, gritting her teeth as the water touched her open wounds. The dried blood was off, and the water turned red. Twice she had to replace the water.

Hair was washed, her wounds still bleeding, but what do you expect? That water would stop it? They weren't bleeding profusely, but...eh. She dried herself off with a towel - well, her lower body, anyway - and pulled on her clothes. The bandages were trashed and she wrapped the towel on her upper body, realizing the only clothing she had was her bra, and even then she looked to be a bit seductive with the type of bra she was wearing.

She was careful not to get the towel all bloodied up, so her arms hung in front of the towel that was wrapped around her shoulders. She had on her jeans, so it's not like she was completely naked or anything.

Hair was wet, but she managed to get all excess water out.

"So, do you have any bandages I can steal?"

Considering she left her extras in her car.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew raised an eyebrow. What, did she think he wouldn't do it? Was she trying to see if he meant it? Then, she backed away. Smart girl. Andrew had no qualms about it. He was sorely tempted, as he was before, to look at his cameras. Would she be mad? Maybe... He sighed. Of course he wasn't going to invade her privacy like that. He wasn't that kinda guy. He wanted her, definitely, but he wasn't going to cheat himself out of viewing her of her own will just to sate his curiosity now. It would be way better when she did it willingly. As she was in the bath, Andrew went upstairs, changing into some pajama pants and a tshirt, grabbing a few rolls of bandages from under his bed while he was up there, knowing that she wouldn't be putting the old ones back on.

He went downstairs, thoughts rolling over the information of the men who were after his love. He named a few guys, in his head, who would be willing to give him the information. Big men. Powerful, rich men. Men who owed him favors. Many favors. He would get them all. He walked to the doorway of the kitchen, across from the bathroom, looking over as she exited, towel over her torso. He walked over to her, a small smile on his, not telling her the wraps were in the kitchen. He walked up, bringing his arms around her back and under the towel, using only his fingertips to trail up as he kissed her, sucking in her bottom lips and gently clenching it in his teeth before releasing it, letting her get a taste of what she did to him not long before in their special spot.

He could, just doing this, control himself downstairs.It wouldn't be good if she got that going while he was wearing sweatpants...it would be brutally obvious then. He would then trail his his big, strong hands down her back, across her ribs and down her stomach, gripping her sides and leading her into the kitchen, when here would then stop, the bandages to her direct left on the counter. He would then reach out from under the towel and, taking it at the top, undo it. He would hold the towel up with a smile, making sure his eyes never left her face. He wasn't going to look at her chest, he held the towel out enough so his head was behind it, making sure he couldn't even view them through his peripherals. Then he would get a glint in his eye.

"Want me to wrap those for you?"

In order to do that, there would have to be no towel, of course.

If she said no, he would chuckle a bit.

"In that case, tell me, where exactly do you plan on going from here?" Serious matters? Maybe. At least, for a moment. If she did let him wrap her wounds...well... he would find that unexpected, in which case he, of course, would, though it would change the nature of his heart and his face.

[Mitsuki Park]

His kiss, his touch. She was in his territory now, so she shouldn't have been surprised that he was the one pulling the strings. She trembled under her touch, not out of fear but out of longing. She breathed heavily when his fingertips climbed up her bare back, then his whole hand going down her back and around to her ribs. He probably realized how hard she was breathing, but decided not to say anything about it. He pulled the towel off of her, goosebumps picking up on her arms when the sudden cool air in his home brushed lightly against her skin. He did not look at her chest like a normal dick of a guy would, but instead kept his eyes on her own eyes. She took the wrap and shook her head.

"No," she replied, voice stern and very serious. She knew exactly how he would react if he saw her open wounds. She wrapped her injuries quickly and effectively, realizing that she may have done it a little too tight, but was too lazy to unwrap and try again. Especially with Andrew right in front of her. After she finished, she tugged on the towel until he would release it, so that she would wipe her hands on them. Were her hands bloody? No, but she felt as if there were an invisible bloody layer on her hands. Not exactly that greatest thing on Earth to feel, but ever since she killed her first, she found that those who came after were easier to eliminate. And of course, she didn't murder anyone she didn't have to. Only if self-defense permits it.

"Central. Reita and Drew should be up in Wisconsin with Skye right now and eventually should make their way down to Chicago. I told them I would meet them there in a week's time," she replied, answering him truthfully.

And after answering him, she kissed him, pressing her body against his briefly before pulling away. She was taking deep breaths, and a sly smile crossed her face.

"Andrew Black... You caught me, therefor I am yours, am I right?" she started, before continuing, "And I know I shouldn't admit this, but I find myself wanting you terribly." The last part was whispered.

"So tell me. What is a girl to do if she were in my position?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew raised an eyebrow in slight questioning at the strangely stern no she gave him. He wondered if she just didn't want him to see her chest, or if there was more behind it. He was going to guess the second one, since, by the way they had been acting, he doubted she would use that tone of voice unless there was something more serious behind it. He wasn't going to press the issue, hell, even if he wanted to he wouldn't be given the chance, since after explaining where she planned to go she pressed her newly wrapped body and soft, succulent lips against his own.

He would intake air through his nose as his hands automatically reached up to her hips, a deliberate look on his face as she pulled away. He wanted more... They seemed to be constantly teetering on going further, always short of giving in to their desire for each other. She, after pulling away, spoke this thought aloud, expressing that she wanted him. He wasn't sure if she meant the same as him when he thought of the word want, but decided that, since they had been toying with each other all day, she must mean what he was thinking.

He smiled, taking her by the hips once more and gently pulling her body against his before speaking to her, his forehead gently placed against her own.

"Would it be so bad to give in to our want?"

He wanted to, definitely. He had always promised himself that, if he lost it to anyone, he would make sure to love her always. And he was positive this girl was the one who would be in his heart for all time. He didn't want to pressure her, didn't want her to make her feel obligated. He only wanted to go there if she did, and he could wait however long, whether it be two hours or twenty years.

"Only when you want to and are ready, Mitsuki.Not before." He whispered.

[Mitsuki Park]

She smiled at his words, trying hard to ignore his lingering hands on her hips and the smell of Andrew in general that made her dizzy. She loved how he said our want, and not just her want, or his. Loved how he said when only she was ready, which made her believe that he already was. Loved how he could be tender and rough at the same time and absolutely adored his eyes. She let out a content sigh, eyes looking up to one of the cameras in his house. Well hidden, but it seems that she finally found one of his cameras in this big home of his. And she couldn't help but wonder...would they be recorded? Huh. Interesting...

"Then..." Mitsuki started, her lips briefly pressing against his once more, her hands crawling up his chest underneath his shirt, "It seems like I'll be keeping you busy tonight."

FOR ALL OF YOU READING THIS THREAD BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO SEE SOME ANDREWxMITSUKI ACTION...

Suckers. Lights out.

P.S. I hope this red font blinds you. D:

P.S.S. ...perverts.. -____-