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Postby StormWolfstone » Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:35 pm

~Sabrina~


“Thanks Sabrina, that means a lot.” Ty says after giving me a light peck on the cheek.

“So… where do you want to go?” He asks me a moment later as he pulls out of my drive. Nibbling on my lower lip I’m silent as I contemplate that. Where did I want to go? We really hadn’t discussed what we were going to do. While I’m thinking, I observe Tyler’s profile and can’t keep from smiling at the thought that he was my boyfriend after so long.

“I don’t know, maybe somewhere that we can just be alone without worrying about interruptions. I… I just want to… spend time with you.” I finally reply, uncertainty in my voice as I suddenly find myself feeling nervous. I’d realized that when I’d first come out to the car he’d seemed tense but he now seemed relaxed and that’s the way I hoped it would remain.

I wish that I could ease all his worries, take away all his troubles. That thought in mind, I reach out and place my hand on his leg as I glance somewhat nervously away from him and look out the window. There is something I need to know before things go on further between us, before we let this relationship continue because the answer could determine so much. But, I’m afraid to ask him and hear his answer. I know my feelings hadn’t changed simply because he didn’t have powers or if he did they weren’t apparent, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he now doubted because I was different.

Would my having powers end up coming between us? I mean granted my dad didn’t have powers and him and my mom were head over heals for each other even now… but I couldn’t keep from fearing what could be. After several moments, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I spoke softly, unable to look at him for fear of how he’d react as I asked, “Ty… does my… my being… different… bother you? I mean… I… if it does… I’ll… I… I’ll understand.”

While waiting for his response, I twist my hair around my finger nervously, the hand I’d placed on his leg sliding to rest on the seat between us. “We don’t have to talk… about it… I just… need to know… where I stand…”






~Danni~

The afternoon light streams into the room and the glare causes me to awaken, shifting slightly in the bed only to realize that first cool air is sweeping across my body and second there is an arm around me. It takes me a couple minutes to recall what had happened the night before and I feel my cheeks flaming even as I open my eyes with a smile. Turning my head, I face Talan and can’t keep from smiling as I see that he’s still asleep.

I’m glad that he is, it gives me time to just simply look at him and enjoy the sight of him naked beside me. On his chest I can see one of the small hickey’s I’d left in the night and as my eyes wander lower over him I can’t keep from feeling myself quicken at the memories of his love making. Feeling somewhat devilish, I trail a hand down over his chest lightly before grasping his shaft in my hand gently stroking his length before I lean over and capture his lips.

I kissed him lightly, flicking my tongue over his lips as I prodded them apart gently. I’d dreamed of awakening him this way so many times and now to be doing so, I could hardly believe it was real. I know at some point I’ll have to deal with Jake who might well be pissed at the both of us, but I don’t care. I want Talan and I’m not going to simply pretend that I don’t.

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Postby Fehr'sBear » Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:42 pm

Tyler

Sabrina sits there silently for a moment, as I drive down to the end of the block. “I don’t know, maybe somewhere that we can just be alone without worrying about interruptions. I… I just want to… spend time with you.”

"Okay," I remark, feeling a tension in the car but I decide not to say anything about it. Of course, it doesn't matter, because Sabrina brings it up a moment later anyways, her hand on my leg comfortingly as she stares in the other direction, biting her lip.

“Ty… does my… my being… different… bother you? I mean… I… if it does… I’ll… I… I’ll understand." she says quietly, still looking out the window, and I slow down for a red light, taking the time to look at her. “We don’t have to talk… about it… I just… need to know… where I stand…" she adds, removing her hand from my leg to twist her hair nervously.

"Listen Sabrina," I say after a few seconds of thinking. "I'm fine with it. My sister's different too, and it doesn't mean I'm not frustrated, but it's not going to make me hate you or think of you any differently. Okay?" Turning to look at her, I smile, even though inside I feel like frowning. I'm not going to lie, it does bother me. But what can you do about it? Nothing. And it's not Sabrina that bothers me, it's the fact that I am not different.

"Now, let's go to the park. I hear the swings are prime location this time of year," I joke, turning in the right direction.
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Postby Fehr'sBear » Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:50 pm

b]Talan[/b]

I wake to a shift of the bed, and hands traveling across my chest, still groggy as I try to recall where I am without opening my eyes. Then the mysterious hands travel lower and my eyes open wide, everything coming back to me as I see Danni lowering her face to mine, naked in the afternoon light of the motel room.

I open my mouth to her kiss, still trying to get over the mix of confusion from waking suddenly and the feelings that Danni's hands are causing.

"What a way to wake up," I say with a groggy groan, smiling at her as I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her to me for another kiss.

Last night was amazing. I mean, I'd harbored feelings for Danni for a while, but had never acted upon them, and finding out she felt the same way was enough. Then, last night...Danni's gorgeous body...her feelings...the adrenaline rush from the burning building...the sex...well, everything about last night was great. I didn't care that there were going to be consequences in the form of Jake's wrath. I wouldn't take it back.
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Postby ~Ruby~ » Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:39 pm

Will post for my characters tomorrow. :D

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Postby OnDragonflyWings » Sun Jan 21, 2007 10:17 pm

Storm, can you tell me if anything's happened with my characters before now?

~Shannon

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Postby magikhands » Sun Jan 21, 2007 11:53 pm

I'm back :D I hope these are okay. Just trying to get into the swing of things again.

*Erik*

My mom's voice invades my sleep, but I turn over and continue sleeping. There's no way anyone was waking me from this dream.

I held Christina in my arms, her flesh touching mine. We are dancing, touching, kissing. She sighs contently and the soft smile on her lips makes the blood rush through my body.

'You are so beautiful,' I tell her, sweeping a lock of hair from her face. Her smile grows as she leans her head down and starts kissing my neck, along my collarbone, and down my chest. I shiver and let my fingers tangle in her hair.

'Mine,' I sigh.

"Erik Whitman. Wake up. You have a call."

His mother's voice wasn't invading his room, but his dream. Startled, he looked around and saw her standing nearby, her arms crossed over her chest, toe tapping, and an unreadable expression.

I feel the heat in my cheeks. I've heard the other guys talk about their mothers finding their porn magazines or even walking in on them making out with a girl. But to have your mother invade your dreams? Damn, I'll have nightmares for weeks.

I startle awake and find my mother in a similar pose just inside the doorway.

"Mom." I sit up quickly, hiding my...arousal. Now my face was blood red from embarrassment.

She sighs and hands the phone out to me. "It's Christina. And about time you got up. Your sister is already gone."

"Oh, um, thanks." I stumble with my words. Taking the phone I wait until she leaves the room before I speak again.

"Hello."
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Postby magikhands » Mon Jan 22, 2007 12:07 am

*Andrew*

"I can't believe you," I say glancing over at Brad. It is close to noon and we are still 20 miles from Roswell. Since our arrival home would be a surprise, we couldn't call anyone to come and pick us up from the Las Cruses airport. So here we are in a rental.

"It was bad enough to miss our earlier flight. But, man, did you have to forget our tickets?" I brushed myhand through my hair. I sometimes wondered why I staye around Guerin after all these years. But what are best friends for? Besides, he knows everything about me. Things not even my parents know.

"It's a good thing I can do what I can." I sigh and look out the window at the passing scenery. My memory is excellent. Nearly photographic. But when I found out Brad forgot the tickets, I was able to make some ordinary paper into the same tickets. I don't know how I can do it, or why. But I can.

The intense feelings, I get at times, have been with me since I was young. But this new thing...it's been around for about a year. Since we left Roswell.

Brad is the only one who knows I can do these things. But I need to tell mom and dad. This visit. No excuses this time.
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Postby magikhands » Mon Jan 22, 2007 12:13 am

OOC: I'll try and post Max and Kyle soon. I'm not sure what I want to do with them yet
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Postby Fehr'sBear » Mon Jan 22, 2007 5:46 pm

Christina

"Hello." I hear as the phone is passed from Mrs. Whitman to Erik. Smiling as I piece together an image of Erik with his hair all messed up and his eyes half shut, I reply.

"Hey you. Must have been a good dream for you to sleep later than me," I joke and I hear the rustling of sheets in the background. He's not even literally out of bed yet. I slept late this morning, partly because of the excitement of last night, and partly because I myself had been having a very interesting dream.

It'd started out like last night when Erik and I had been kissing in the warehouse, and things were getting a little 'hot and heavy' as I suppose you'd call it, but then his skin...it changed colors under my fingertips when I touched his face, or his arms, or his chest. It was as if I was causing it to happen, and in the dream he'd run away from me in fear. I'd tried to call to him, but no words would come out. Instead, it was as if I was humming or singing and Erik couldn't understand me. But then I'd woken up, sweating in frustration of the lack of communication.

I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I think this has something to do with our parent's confessions last night. It's not something I'm ready to tell Erik about though, that face he'd made when he ran from me, it's still imprinted in my head.
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Postby magikhands » Mon Jan 22, 2007 9:50 pm

*Erik*

"Hey you. Must have been a good dream for you to sleep later than me," she said and I could hear the amusement in her voice.

"Oh, um, yeah." Why can't I stop the blushing? What in the world is wrong with me? "So are you coming over?" I ask changing the subject, not wanting to think of the sexual images that were flashing in my memory. "We can go for a ride of something if you want."
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