Sometimes I get the feeling. (Winters)

[Jenna Scorn]

"O-Oye... C-Calamity... y-you k-know I-I'm s-still g-gonna b-beat y-ya, e-even th-though I-I'm h-helping y-you, r-right?"

A smirk, turning into a grin as she shook her head.

"Fat chance!"

She was about to tackle him from behind. Maybe press him to the floor, a possible grope and she'd be on her way, in a hurry, scampering to her locker but he had done another shocking thing.

"Oh jesus..."

He had tripped students, well that wasn't tripping...but close enough. He had hurried now, maybe afraid of what the students would do? After all, Calamity would have been pissed to.

She'd look behind her, noticing a few of the students getting up and yelling. And now, possibly following them.

"Hey, I think you made new friends."

[Winters]

...Apparently Bad Choices...

"Fat chance!"

A grin.

"Oh jesus..."

...The grin dropped.

"...E-Eh... th-the d-devil m-made m-me d-do i-it?"

"Hey, I think you made new friends."

Well, that's wonderful.

...Wait, when did I become sarcastic, anyways?

Mentally slapping himself, he forced himself to look forward. "..W-Well, I-I'm i-in t-too m-much o-of a-a h-hurry t-to c-chat w-with th-them..."

Dodging a bit further.. almost there... a more serious tone taking place.

"...H-How cl-close a-are th-they?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"...H-How cl-close a-are th-they?"

She smiled, glancing back.

"Eh, not far..."

She could provoke the fumbling retards . A smirk on her face, looking back now. She almost wanted to, see what Johnathan could do. But she wasn't that mean.

A thought crossed her mind. And that devilish grin spread across her lips. And now, she lunged upon his back, her arms circling around his neck, but not tightly.

Her lips pressing against his ear, speaking softly.

"Ride the horsey."

[Winters]

OOC: ^_^ You could totally break him in your next post, by just reaching up before he can..

Ride The---WHAAAA!?

"Eh, not far..."

"O-Oh. G-Guess w-we'll h-have t-to h-hurry u-up th-then.." he said, still not looking back.

Wait.. her hands dropped from m-

WHATTHEHEL---

---Had they jumped her? Had they jumped him?---

Stopping for a moment, as arms went around them.. he started going slowly again, and began going faster. That.. scent was familiar.

"Ride the horsey."

~Ride the horsey.~

...Instant replay. He shuddered underneath her, his face going red. Glad, most of all, she couldn't see his face right now. And he couldn't afford to get caught now. ...He could swear, as his arms went to her legs to hold them at his sides... he was going faster now. Mostly, because people wanted to avoid a charging locomotion of two people, but still...

"..O-Okay..."

He wasn't just a horse. Not while she was riding him.

No.

She was riding a German Stallion.

And they charged through, cleaving through the crowds.. Almost there... just barely in reach...

[Jenna Scorn]

She held onto him, letting her legs gently squeeze him as to keep balance about him. there was no need for such an action, there was no need to hop upon him like a hooligan.

But she had her reasons.

And she softly smirked to herself as she thought of those reasons.
And she wondered what he thought, what he was thinking.

Blue eyes glittering, gently brushing her lips against his ear.

"Opps..."

she held back a giggle, now glancing back.

The crowed was starting to die down.
Hopefully.

Now, as she looked forward.
She noticed her locker.

Letting her hand shoot out and gently point.

"There, on the end."

[Winters]

...Testosterone Again...

"Opps..."

Her... lips... on his ear.

AND a giggle.

He openly breathed outward, as he lunged forward, face entirely red... especially his ears. They damn sure they were glowing red. And the little squeeze from her legs. ...Oh.. he was starting to realize why she'd done this.. Aye.

"...Y-Your a-an e-evil g-girl.. Calamity..." was the soft tone. Oh Lordy. Every bit of hormones was racing on again. She must really enjoy torturing him. A girl was on his back, in a tank top, playing with him, as he ran with her on top... thankfully, the kids were starting to clear out, but... there was a probability of them getting caught, at this rate.

Her hand shot out, aiming towards a specific locker, all the way on the end.. he hoped that wasn't it---

"There, on the end."

Christ!

Double-timing it.. body on fire, carrying the most precious piece of luggage he'd ever encountered in his life on his back.. there was no way he'd let them get caught in a fight, or get caught in general...

Almost there!!!

"I-I'm g-gonna g-get th-there f-first!"

His hand reached out, the locker just a few inches away..

Come on!

[Jenna Scorn]

"...Y-Your a-an e-evil g-girl.. Calamity..."

You have no idea.

A small shrug blowing a few strands of hair form her face.

"I try.

Now, he was reaching for her locker. His arm outstretched, she prepared herself. Haunching herself upon him, trying to lean out as best she could without falling off, or making him lose balance.


"I-I'm g-gonna g-get th-there f-first!"

"No way!"

Fingers wiggling wildly as she reached out. Trying to touch it before him.

[Winters]

The Prize

"I try."

No. You do more then try. You do.

...

They were getting closer and closer. Closer to the target, her backpack. Closer to that... date.

...Date.

His hand reached up, about to touch the locker.. maybe before her hand touched it..

What was he doing?

"No way!"

Recoiling back, his left hand went up, and caught hers. What in God's name was he doing, up until this point? Stopping, before either could reach it, he slowly walked up into the middle of the hallway, and walked backwards, slowly to her locker, 'til her back touched it.

"...Y-You w-win..."

His hand released hers.. as he put both his arms around himself, to grab her legs, turning himself about, so that he could face her.. signaling to her to have her hold onto him with her legs.. his hands readjusted onto her legs. No, he would never dream of going that far.. but right now... he wanted to try something just a... little bit intimate.

He wanted to... press her up against the lockers.

Stepping forward with his right foot, he looked up at her for only a moment.

"...H-Hope y-you d-don't m-mind i-if I-I t-take m-my c-constellation p-prize r-right n-now, th-though.."

But hell... this was a first place prize.

His whole body was hot, because.. of the position he had put them in. ...So, he'd have to start off slow, if he'd want to get this right. After all, who knew when a hall monitor might come in and bust them?

Jonathan's face closed in..

...A kiss to her chin.

Just to see if she was alright with this.

[Jenna Scorn]

"...Y-You w-win..."

What?

Blue eyes blinking, strands of hair falling into her face as she tried figure out what had just happened. But she couldn't think of that now, cocking her head to the side as he moved about. Situating himself between her and she clung to him.

"J...Johnathan?!"

"...H-Hope y-you d-don't m-mind i-if I-I t-take m-my c-constellation p-prize r-right n-now, th-though.."

Constellation prize?!?!

She trusted him, even though she shouldn't have. Eying him, his lips pressing against her flesh. Butterflies rumbling in her belly yet again, blue eyes casting to the side for the moment.

And it was only that when he looked at her that she would do the same.
For now she was frozen.

[Winters]

Question...

"J...Johnathan?!"

She'd frozen up on him.

His eyes stayed where they were. Right on hers.

Did she trust him?

No, of course not. Not fully, not completely. They'd only met yesterday. How can you expect to get close to a person in one day? You can't. It has to be one step at a time. Infatuation plays into it, but, it has to be kept in check. Or else, the relationship itself could become very fragile, and break.

But then, other then himself, he was... never good at subtleness, when it came to interaction. All that he saw to go to respond to this was... ask.

His mouth wobbled for a bit. Hesitant. Eyes not quite reaching her, now... having embarrassed himself in front of her, for the second time today, for being too bold.

"...D-Do y-you t-trust m-me...?"

...

This was too shameful. Of course she didn't. Hair covered his face.

"W-Would y-you t-trust m-me i-if I-I s-said I-I d-didn't w-want t-to h-hurt y-you? B-Believe m-me?"

I don't know what to do anymore.

Everytime I try something, I get pushed back.

Nothing I try seems to work.

Always triggers a shield, or a defense..

...Calamity?...

[Jenna Scorn]

"...D-Do y-you t-trust m-me...?"

Blue eyes focused on him, directly looking into his. Licking her lips, glancing off to the side before letting her eyes return to him.

"....Yes."

"W-Would y-you t-trust m-me i-if I-I s-said I-I d-didn't w-want t-to h-hurt y-you? B-Believe m-me?"

Hurt her? She believed him. He couldn't hurt a fly, no not Johnathan. But what was this, what was he doing? She wasn't sure.

Now, blinking a few moments before letting a small nod escape.

"...I believe you won't hurt me."

[Winters]

Trying To Speak Without Words

"...I believe you won't hurt me."

'Thank you..'

Uncertainties. Life. Women. Caring. Feeling so drawn to her, yet, afraid to touch her, afraid that she'll wilt on him, and turn out to be a lie. Or... more accurately... afraid that he'll wilt when she needs him the most and fail her. Let her down. Lose her. No. No. He didn't want these things, he wanted the world for her. Wanted her to be safe, wanted to... protect her. She had so many secrets, so many hidden pains. Probably more then the ones that he kept from her. What did he know about her?

She called herself Calamity. Other day was wearing a baggy jacket. Loves to accentuate her eyes. Has gorgeous blue eyes. Loves tilting her head to the side when talking to make herself cute. Has a spunky, rambunctious side. ...Apparently a good amount of pride or insecurities, that he was still learning where he was allowed to go, or where he wasn't allowed to go. Pink hair. Missed Japan. Appeared more 'punk'-ish. And was the first girl in his life that he'd ever felt this way before.

His left hand went underneath, to support her to free up his right hand. So he could hold her left cheek. Jonathan's suit rather russled up now, as he was pressing against hers, sort of within her coat, and against her tank top.. but not trying to grind against her or anything.

But it was his face, where he looked up at her.. that he was touching her face with his hand. Where he got his face rather close to her.. almost said.. the 'L' statement... eyes not meeting, looking down, but at her, only able to see her face. Again.. he gave a kiss to her chin.. but a short one.. and then, right below her lip.. before... reaching her mouth..

And getting to it.

..She was beautiful.

Couldn't resist.

[Jenna Scorn]

With his hand against her cheek, she didn’t seem to have a care in the world...not right now anyways. Softly leaning into his touch, eyes closing softly. She wanted to stay like this forever, to be by his side, to be within his grasp every moment of her life.

Why?
How can I feel this way?

First his lips against her chin, he was gentle. Cradling her against the locker, her eyes were about to open but as she felt him drawing near she kept them shut. Now, his lips against her’s she’d return it.

What…what’s this feeling?

Her right hand pressing against his chest, like it had before as the two of them shared a rather nice moment. Her free hand would smooth to the back of his neck, resting there for a short moment.

How can I feel this way?

What is it?

She’d pull her head back, taking a moment to let those lids open.

Could it be?

No...she had sworn this feeling away.

[Winters]

Silent Feelings

..He wondered...

Wondered why it was that the kiss meant so much. Turned the person on so much, when they kissed. What gave it it's intimacy? Perhaps... it was the fact that when you kiss, you surrender a part of yourself to that person you're kissing. After all, if the eyes are the windows to the soul, are not the mouths the door, then? A gentle acknowledgment between souls, a joining? But wasn't that supposed to happen AFTER marriage? So then.. the kissing. The.. um.. er...

...Why did he even have to question it, at a time like this?

She was kissing him back.

Thought ceased.

Calamity's right hand pressed against his chest, making him push his chest more towards her hand, liking the feeling, like this little bit of time between them. She was holding him, holding her lips to him, holding her hand around his neck... Feeling. Just feeling.

Feeling that moment...

Quietly, she pulled away. In respect, his head also pulled back slightly, eyes just barely open. Wits not quite there yet. A pause.. but his breathing, while not incredibly fast, and not erratic, was noticeably heavier.

Their eyes locked.

Pause.

"...W-We sh-should.. p-probably g-get g-going b-before w-we're c-caught.."

..Of course, immediately afterwards, his face went underneath her head, under her chin, and gave a light kiss to her neck.

..And then another, slightly lower then that.

...And another, to the right..

Taking his time.. kissing her neck...

Just trying something new.

Feeling.

[Jenna Scorn]

She could almost scream, the way he looked at her now, the silence...it was driving her wild. Now, glancing to the side, down the hall. A few strands of pink bangs falling into her face, obscuring her right eye.

"...W-We sh-should.. p-probably g-get g-going b-before w-we're c-caught.."

. . .

A minute nod, letting her eyes shift to the being before her. He had said one thing, but now was leaning In and kissing her neck. Obviously saying something different now.

...No...

"Johnathan."

Both hands now pressing against his chest, head tilting up to look up at him at an angle. Moistening her lips before glancing to the side.

"Lets get going..."

She liked him, but did she like him enough to...

She wouldn't think of that now.