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Post by jwb on Jan 21, 2011 21:04:52 GMT -5
Scarlet wriggled out of his grip, placing her hands against his face as she rose up to kiss him. He sighed as she drew away too quickly, hands that had dropped before reaching for empty space as she moved back to beam up at him. It seemed he was fighting a losing battle in trying to keep his distance; jealousy could only last one so long.
He frowned at the floor as he was left to himself, trying to decide whether or not to broach the subject of the new year with her. They had so much time to talk it out, but summer plans had put him in mind of the main problem they would face, nagging at him when he could have been enjoying having her in his arms. He tensed when Scarlet interrupted his view of the ground, startled by the sudden enthusiasm that rang in her voice. Linking his hands behind her back, so that she was close, but not enough that he was crushing her in a hug, he tried to look attentive as he got up to speed with her explanation.
"But yours weren't working!"
He smiled indulgently, but one brow remained raised, as if he was unconvinced, unwilling to share her happiness. "We don't know that. I don't even know if I had that power. Maybe I always made people depressed just by being me." He shrugged, grinning lopsidedly; he wasn't fishing for pity, it was just the way he took things in stride. It wasn't as if the thought had never occurred to him, he had just stopped watching people's reactions a long time ago. Waiting, his eyes followed her hand as she brushed her hair back, lingering on her scars for a moment. His eyes narrowed as he studied them for a second, gaze moving accusingly back to her open expression; there was no new damage to the wounds, but he had seen enough to know that they looked decidedly worse, as if she had been neglecting the care that the school nurse had prescribed after Mr. Willows had initially healed them.
She was looking back up at him, twisting her hands in his shirt. He caught her wrists, looking stern, trying to ignore the pleasant chill that sprang life as her hands brushed against his midriff. That, and the not so pleasant twinge of a growing headache pulsating at the back of his skull.
"Are you still mad at me? You should tell me why, in case it's something I don't know I'm doing and can work to fix."
His interrogation was derailed, brows snapping down in confusion. "What?" The confusion seemed to drain from his expression the longer he looked at her, to be replaced with an apologetic smile. Apparently he hadn't done a very good job of hiding his distaste. "Oh, no-I-" He looked down to their hands, a short laugh escaping him, before he caught her gaze again. "I wasn't mad at you. Just thinking. About the roof. And summer." He chuckled, letting go of one hand to press it gently to her neck, leaning down toward her. He had the sudden feeling of being very cold, stomach lurching uncomfortably, but he persevered, pressing his mouth against hers with a little more force than was necessary. That was enough to distract him from all else for the time being.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 1:28:55 GMT -5
Pouting, Scarlet shook her head and patted his cheek gently. "You don't make people naturally depressed, Jon. Or I would be depressed. And I'm not. I'm really, really happy. The happiest I've been since before my mom left." She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair before closing her eyes and sighing. He was talking about the rooftop, and summer, and reasons why he wasn't mad, but she felt like he was mad at something, but she just hoped it wasn't her. She didn't think she had done anything wrong. She opened her mouth to ask if he wasn't mad at her, what he was mad about, but was cut off by a forceful kiss that knocked her back a few feet and made her squeal slightly at the surprise. She pulled away for a millisecond of air before attacking his lips hungrily again, kissing him over and over, before keeping her lips practically attached to his.
Scarlet smiled into his kiss and let her eyes slide closed slowly as she stepped back, leading him farther and farther towards the bed. When they actually got there, she pulled him down as gently as she could by the shirt and laid down slowly, all while keeping her eyes closed. She had obviously done this before, but not even she really knew what she was doing. She was pretty sure she was just relying on instinct from last nights... excursion. It was all just a matter of trying to remember what the fuck they even did last night, because it was obviously something unusual, kinky, and most likely an attempt, or possible success of depleting the fact that she was a virgin. Which kind of sucked, because she wanted to remember it. Oh well. Her heart rate increased just slightly and she brought the hand that had guided her onto the bed up to touch his face. Something felt a little bit wrong, though. He was clammy and cold, like he was sick, but... He hadn't said anything, so that couldn't be right...
She pulled back slowly keeping her hand on his face, breathing in little breaths of air to regain some of the oxygen she had just lost while kissing him. Without really thinking about what she was saying, she opened her mouth and stared at him worriedly. "You don't look so great, Jonathan. Are you sick?" She bit her lip and watched his face closely, eyes worried. She flipped over onto her side and slipped her leg up between his, moving closer to examine his pupils. Had he not taken his medicine with him? Why did he feel so cold?
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 2:05:48 GMT -5
He sucked in a breath, losing some of his enthusiasm as she brought up her mother, despite it being reassuring to find that he made such a great impact in her life. Scarlet didn't spend much time talking about her family, but maybe that was more his fault than her simply not wanting to talk about it. They rarely did the ordinary couple thing, snuggling and chatting while watching a movie, or taking leisurely strolls through the park. No, for them it was bars and gross back alleys. Hell, their first real date had ended in a fistfight behind the Seattle Aquarium.
But there wasn't much room in his mind for regret just now. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as she took a fistful of his shirt, and he obeyed by being towed closer to the bed. One hand to her back clutched her firmly to him, as the other still rested against her neck, her silky hair woven against his fingers. Down she went against the bed, and he followed willingly, bracing himself over top of her with both arms, grinning like an idiot. His normally dark eyes were alight with excitement, but another shiver in the pit of his stomach, one that wasn't of anticipation, put him back in some kind of control. He had the sense to not simply get right into it, not when their last intimate excursion was nothing but a blur. Yes, this was Scarlet, the most relaxed girlfriend a guy could ever hope to have, but was she willing to go for it?...uh, sober? They'd never talked about past relationships- which he realized now was pretty poor planning. Was she a virgin? How was a guy supposed to just guess at a time like this? He sure as hell wasn't about to come right out and ask her. Nothing says buzzkill like asking about experience.
Staring down at her, he froze for a moment, suddenly reluctant, almost apologetic. What if she really didn't want this? Though he was new to the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing, sex wasn't. Sure, he was unfriendly most of the time, but who hadn't hooked up with someone at a party, even when you were the intimidating emo-looking guy in the background? It was second nature then, at a time like this, to lean closer, lips tracing along her jawline, before returning to her mouth, as if he just couldn't get enough. The pain behind his eyes subsided when he closed them, shutting out the throbbing in his temples by distracting himself with the feel of her soft skin.
"You don't look so great, Jonathan. Are you sick?"
He was already shaking his head before she got the question out, eyes flying open, but he had to lever himself up slightly as she rolled onto her side. "I'm fine." He told her dismissively, voice tinged with confusion at her query, albeit a little breathless, but that was more from the kissing than anything else. He could almost feel opportunity slipping away, and leaned back further, raising a brow questioningly as he lifted the hem of his shirt.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 2:44:19 GMT -5
Grinning slightly at the way she could make her boyfriend so breathless, she grabbed his shirt and yanked it off easily, tossing it aside for the second time in the past 9 hours. She snaked her arms around his torso and kissed him over and over, flipping so he was on her back, and she was straddling his hips. Well, if he was really feeling up to it without his medication, then she obviously had to please him. He was practically begging for it. The look in his eyes just screamed it. So, naturally she did the first thing that came to mind. She got up and locked the door, grabbed the box of condoms she stored in her dresser from before she was even dating him, and crawled back over top of him, tossing the box to the side of the bed so he could reach for it when he needed it. "If you say so." She murmured quietly into his ear before kissing at his neck.
Obviously, somewhere deep down, she knew this wasn't even her second time. More like her 6th or 7th. And probably some random parties here and there. Who didn't want to fuck a girl who made you feel like you were on top of the goddamn world? That was just a given. So, naturally, she succumbed to the young teenage sex demographic and became a statistic for life. Though if she knew she'd meet Jonathan and have an actual relationship secure enough to even think of having sex with the same person twice, she probably would have waited. That was her fault.
But Jonathan was obviously no virgin either. Which kind of fuelled the passion. Jealousy was not good for the poor girl. Any thought of someone else touching her man? Oh, Hades would have their goddamn souls in the underworld if she caught them. Jonathan was hers. Even for just a little while, even if he didn't even love her. He was hers, and no one was going to touch him, or she'd just go crazy on their asses.
Humming quietly to herself as she worked, she tugged off her shirt easily and tossed it into the growing pile of clothing. Apparently, she had lost her bra on the roof as well, because there was no boob support when she took off her sweater. With a quick flick of her fingers, his pants were undone and she flung them to the floor too. Then his socks, boxers... Her pants and underwear had joined the pile somewhere between the two, and since she had no socks on, there was nothing else to remove. Now they were just all bundled up in the bed with her blankets, and she had somehow attained her bottom position again, which was, although strange how it happened, kind of a turn-on that he felt the need to dominate the situation.
He was adorable. So fucking, amazingly adorable; worrying in his own messed up kind of way. Her hand rose to touch his face and she smiled weakly, craning her neck up to kiss his lips softly. It wasn't a normal, before-sex-oh-my-gods-lets-fuck kiss. It was a sweet, genuine kiss that tried to convey those three stupid little words that they were both too chickenshit to say.
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 3:44:08 GMT -5
She shrugged, taking his word for it, and he felt instant relief, that predatory grin returning. She tugged him down, rolling over until she was the one above him, his shirt tossed onto a pile on the floor. He had eyes only for her, hungrily following her as she darted across the room and back, his mind not even straying to the question of why she just so happened to have everything prepared- he'd have time to be annoyed and jealous later.
It all happened so fast then. He was torn between overwhelming desire and the pain that was thundering behind his eyes, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't just enjoy getting what he had been lusting after for some time. All of the worries about Scarlet's virtue were instantly pushed aside the moment she crawled in next to him; it was like a different man behind those normally cautious eyes.
Braced above her, he leaned until his lips touched hers, moving over her chin, nose brushing down her throat to her collarbone, chuckling. He didn't care if her hands found their way to his scars; he could clearly see the burns on her face, and he didn't care one bit. He caught her as she touched his face, kissing the back of her hand before his eyes flickered over to her own. She was craning up toward him, her lips softly brushing against his. He held her chin as he returned the favor, parting her mouth with the force of his own, breath mingling as he shut out the rest of the world.
-la-la-la-
His pulse had slowed, eyes half-lidded as he turned his face toward her, grinning. He rolled over, torso hovering above her as he raised his brows, sneaking a quick kiss. "You don't know how long I've wanted you." The distinction seemed important-not just sex-but Scarlet. This just added another level to their relationship. They were more than just compatible personalities, he now knew. Propped up on one elbow he watched her simply because he could, openly staring in a satisfied sort of way.
His headache had mostly subsided, as had the sick feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach. Now it was just a dull throbbing in his temples, and that distant clammy feeling; manageable and hardly cause for alarm. He'd skipped his medication before, so it was nothing new to keep putting off. As long as he caught up that afternoon- a morning was nothing.
With slow, tender caresses, and sweet, silken kisses, he tried to convey that she was more than just rash decisions to him. He could be soft and cuddly if he really wanted to be- it just took a bit of work. Leaning away from her for a moment, he opened his mouth to say something, an easy smile playing on his lips. But his brows creased, eyes narrowing as he fought the sudden tickle in his throat. Contorting away from her, he sat bolt upright, coughing into the crook of his arm, bare back exposed to the mid-morning light through the window. The ugly, bumpy white scars stretched tight as he leaned forward, hacking once, twice, before he stopped, trying to catch his breath. It was that feeling of the worst of colds- flemmy and gross, coughing like he was chain smoker or something. Head bowed, he wiped the back of his hand at his lower lip, drawing it away to see a stripe of watery red liquid clinging to his ashen skin. He wiped at his face again, holding back another gurgling cough, more blood mixed with his saliva. He was frozen for a second, his back to Scarlet. "Fuck." His voice sounded more gravelly than usual, and he cleared his throat in an effort to not raise any more concern than was necessary. Casting a quick glance her way, he then looked to the door, swinging his legs off to bed, snatching his boxers up from the floor. "I need to go-" After pulling them on with as little movement as possible, he tried to rise, but immediately sat back down, cradling his head in his hands with a pained groan that turned to a growl of frustration. It complicated things when you could barely see straight when you stood up. His palms pressed against his eyes, before his stomach sucked in, his back curving forward in a dry heave. He hadn't just missed this morning's meds. He hadn't taken them since the morning before their night out.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 13:49:48 GMT -5
When Jonathan started to cough up blood, Scarlet went into immediate panicked girlfriend mode, though her face was calm. She got up out of bed, rushed into her clothes and pushed him back onto the bed, pushing his hair back out of his face. Her body had told her to run out the door with no clothes on, but her mind just whirled somehow to the conclusion that that just wouldn't end all too well. Her heart fluttered a bit when she looked at his poor pained face, and she kissed his cheek gently. "I'll go get your medication." She mumbled quietly against the skin before running out of the door. She didn't even bother putting her shoes on. It wasn't that snowy out...
Okay, she was wrong. Her toes were getting more and more frostbitten with every running step she took, and by the time she got to his dorm, she just couldn't feel her feet anymore. She forced her legs to walk her up the stairs to the second floor and jogged down the hall, panting heavily as she kneed the doorknob, knocking it out of place. Pain just wasn't an option now. Her brain was just in mission mode. She had to get back to Jonathan in the least amount of time; whether she hurt herself or not was just a minor technicality for the time being. She had to get his stuff to him.
She stepped inside the room, ignoring all the boy crap that was tossed around the room. She went to his dresser and pulled the middle drawer open, digging through the clothes before pulling out two vials of the chemicals he had to drink. Everyday. Which he had obviously been neglecting to do. Grumbling a bit at his current situation, she exhaled loudly and tucked the vials into her pocket before running out the door to get back to her own dorm room. Her feet were pretty much done for in terms of frostbite, and she was going to stick them directly on her heater when she got back, even if it burned the skin clear off, considering the coldness was right down to her bone.
Her feet carried her halfway across the distance before she took a tumble, rolling down the little slope that led to the girls dorms. She gasped when she finally landed upright and checked her pocket for the vials. Nothing broken. Breathing a sigh of relief, she ran the rest of the way to her dorm, up the two flights of stairs, and into her bedroom, gasping for air. "Got it." She gasped loudly and walked over, pulling the two vials out of her pocket. "You obviously missed two days." She mumbled, sitting him up and popping the little cap off and holding it up to his mouth. "Open." she mumbled, pouring it down his throat and waiting for him to actually swallow it before opening to other one and repeating the process. "Lay down." She pushed him back down and crawled into bed next to him, resting her head on his chest. "Want to go to the dance with me?" She asked quietly, waiting for him to answer. It could have taken him at least fifteen minutes to answer, if he was in that bad of shape. But she'd wait.
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 15:49:41 GMT -5
He tried to protest as she launched herself out of bed, swiping at her and missing as she flew past him and toward the door. "'S'not that bad-" He insisted, squinting at her as she turned back with hurried reassurances, before disappearing.
The door clicked shut, and he flopped back against the bed, rubbing at his eyes as his stomach settled. Breathing heavily, he tried to think of anything but the growing discomfort that thundered in his brain, and the ache that entered every limb in his body, until finally his eyes closed.
It felt like no time flat when Scarlet arrived back in the room. He didn't even wonder how she knew where to look, or how she had managed to get into his room; there was only relief at having some company when terror kept flitting through his mind. She helped him up, her freezing hand on his feverish skin as the other tilted the vial's contents into his half-open mouth, gasping when it hit the back of his throat. He winced, taking the other from her with a trembling hand, forcing that back as well. He obeyed readily when she pushed him back, already closing his eyes once more as he sank into the soft bed. The whisper of the covers announced Scarlet's return, as her warm body curled up next to his, her head resting on his chest.
"Want to go to the dance with me?"
For a second he thought he must have misheard her past the ringing in his ears, but he wasn't up for analyzing it too much. Was there a dance soon? Maybe-oh right-Valentines. He chuckled weakly, smiling softly with his eyes still closed. "Sure...and thanks." He muttered, sighing softly, turning his face toward her.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 16:29:52 GMT -5
Scarlet smiled and kissed Jonathan's cheek gently, laying there for a while before she felt the feeling return to her feet. A normally pleasant sensation, this just hurt like hell. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, feeling the pins and needles of the blood vessels trying to move through frozen veins and arteries, before finally sitting up and looking at them. They were definitely frost bitten. And not even a mild one. No, this was just... Horrible. It looked like her feet had been dunked in red paint. Twice.
She stood up slowly and made her way to the bathroom, turning on the tub water, making it a nice, lukewarm temperature. Once it was ankle-height, she stuck her feet in and turned the water off, sighing a bit as he feet started to regain some of their natural colour. It was going to be an awkward healing process. She'd probably walk funny or something. Now she was all worried about the fact that she'd be disfigured on her face, and walk funny. Gross. She ran her fingers through her hair and moved her feet back and forth in the tub before stepping out again and drying them off on the towel she had set out on the floor.
Finally, she returned to Jonathan on her bed and sat down, before laying down completely beside him. "How're you feeling?" she mumbled, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. "Stomach feel better?" She smiled sweetly and trailed her fingers down his cheek and chin, before resting her hand on his chest. "By the way, I wanted you too." She laughed, commenting on his earlier sweetness. He was actually having a tender moment. then he had to go ruin it by coughing up blood. Oh well. He was okay now.
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 17:40:19 GMT -5
He didn't notice her discomfort until she slid away from him, footsteps lightly thumping as she left the room. Frowning, he squinted at the door to the bathroom, hearing the running water, the soothing sloshing sound lulling him back to sleep.
By the time she returned, cuddling against his side, the room was back in focus, a feeling of pleasant warmth enveloping him as he relaxed into the pillows and covers on the bed. As she brushed his hair away from his face, asking how he was feeling, her turned his face toward her, grinning in an exhausted sort of way. "Much better." He sighed, rolling over so that he was fully facing her, wrapping one arm around her waist.
"By the way, I wanted you too."
He laughed quietly, though his smile faltered, thinking of how his stupidity had put an end to their intimacy. And now that he thought of it, he was probably even more unappealing, what with the after-effects of sweating feverishly, and the dried blood smeared across one hand and arm. Sighing, he pulled his arm back from around her, blinking his eyes wide. "I'm sorry about that. You told me earlier that I looked sick, and I didn't listen. I knew what was happening but..." He snorted, shrugging as he rolled over onto his back once more, flopping both hands across his stomach, grinning lopsidedly despite himself as he remembered his eager dismissal.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 18:18:10 GMT -5
Without really thinking, she stroked his hair gently as he spoke, barely listening to anything he said. Of course he knew what was happening. But when you were faced with the task of having sex or drinking chemicals... Well, sex seemed to win out. All the time. Oh well. She smiled weakly and watched his face contort in it's usual ways before a big grin spread across his face. She laughed softly and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but you didn't really care because you were gonna get some." She blushed and curled up closer, looking at his arm, blinking.
"Here, I'll get you a facecloth." She got up and ran back to the bathroom, dipping the facecloth under some warm water before squeezing it out and running back in and holding it out for him to wipe off his arm. She flopped down for the third time next to him and pulled her blanket up to her chin, shivering slightly at the feel of her toes grazing the fabric. It hurt so much. The slightest touch was horribly painful. She closed her eyes and shivered more, gritting her teeth together to keep them from chattering. She was so silly. Running out in nothing but clothes and a small jacket. Normally she was bundled up in 3 layers. But the crunch for time had made her careless.
"So." She breathed in slowly, trying to think of what she was going to say. Right. The dance. Apparently there were other events. But she wanted him to ask her about those. She just wanted to ask him to the dance. "What should I wear to make your eyes pop at the dance? You know, other than going naked." She laughed and tugged the blanket closer.
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