High School: the mouse race to prepare you for the rat race.

themouserace @ 2012-09-30T22:20:00

2012-10-01T01:13:01Z

Who: Troy Danvers and Ellie Daly
What: Lunch!
Where: Cafeteria
When: Monday, October 1, 2012 | Lunch
Rating: G?

Troy hated Mondays. Though to be perfectly fair he still hated being here. He found a few things to occupy him though, things that made him not hate Chicago all the time. There was a certain blonde that fell into that category.

After getting his lunch, Troy stood for a mound scanning the tables. He was looking for one of his friends to sit with. As his eyes landed on a familiar blonde his lips turned upward in a smile. He weaved in between tables and made his way over to Ellie's table.

"Is this chair taken?" Troy asked, offering her a friendly smile. He was hoping it was open and that she wasn't saving it for someone else.

themouserace @ 2012-09-30T17:26:00

2012-09-30T21:20:32Z

Who: Ed McMillan and Ashleigh Barton
What: Text Messaging
When: Sunday October 30, 2012; 5:30pm
Rating: PG? IDK.

Hey, baby.

PARTY POST

2012-03-30T12:01:21Z

Who: EVERYONE!
What: Party!
Where: Jase & Jeremy's upcoming dance club
When: Friday August 30th; starting around 8pm
Rating: LABEL YOUR THREADS
Status: Group thread/OOC discussion

Tonight is the night. Everyone was invited, so leave ooc comments telling us who was there with whom, who did what. Feel free to start threads for your characters, too!

themouserace @ 2012-03-29T18:38:00

2012-03-29T21:49:31Z

Who: Dari Davison and Jeremy Pitt
What: Picture Message
When: Thursday August 29th; 11am
Rating: IDEK. Could be R, knowing them.

[picture of Dari in a new bikini]

See anything you like, baby?

themouserace @ 2012-03-18T16:02:00

2012-03-18T19:11:27Z

Who: Robbie Montgomery and Hope Pitt
What: Text Messages
When: Sunday August 18th; 4pm
Rating: PG

I have a proposition for you.

themouserace @ 2012-03-18T05:04:00

2012-03-18T04:36:51Z

Who: Chris Landry and Ellie Daly
What: Text Message
When: August 18 6pm

Hey good looking. I was wondering where you've been hiding.

themouserace @ 2012-03-18T04:09:00

2012-03-18T02:35:30Z

Who: Kevin Pavlos and Tallie Roberts and/or anyone else that would like to join in
What: Hanging out at the skate park
When: August 18, 2011 about 2pm

Greece had been a marvelous experience. Kevin loved seeing his cousins and family members, even if it was bitter sweet to be reminded of the life he kept secret from everyone else. Suits and ties. Formal dinners. State affairs. It was all pretty boring and annoying to spend so much time in these fancy get ups. So when he finally got home, and got over his jet lag, the first thing he did was text his friends to say he was back and that he'd be at the park if they wanted to meet up.

Sitting on the halfpipe, feet dangling down, he took a bit of charcoal and swirled it around the little landing, leaving a beautiful design of a wilting lily, petals falling like snow flakes from it.

themouserace @ 2012-03-12T12:37:00

2012-03-12T15:49:11Z

Who: Jeremy Pitt and Bryant Sawyer
What: text message
When: August 11. After THIS.
Rating: TBD

So... have you fucked Savannah or will Jase be stealing your cherry?

themouserace @ 2012-03-11T23:14:00

2012-03-12T02:22:34Z

Who: Jase & Jeremy
What: Text
When: August 11th after his date with Savannah
Rating: Possible R

Holy fuck, she's tight.

themouserace @ 2012-03-11T11:46:00

2012-03-11T14:57:59Z

Who: Bryant Sawyer and Savannah White
What: Savannah's bored. Bryant entertains her.
Where: Savannah's bedroom in Chicago
When: (backdated) Late morning on August 3rd
Rating: NC-17 >.>
Status: Complete Log.

"Let's do something," Savannah almost whined as she fell across the foot of her over sized bed. "It's boring just sitting here."

Her room was filled with all manner of video games and electronic equipment. A few years earlier she'd traded in all of her dolls explaining to her parents that a girl of thirteen didn't play with such things. Sure, the things that had replaced them rarely held her attention but she'd wanted them and her parents never said no.

For example. Savannah was currently speaking to her boyfriend. Granted, they hadn't been 'dating' very long and they had been friends for far longer but he was currently her boyfriend. Her dad had spoken clearly when he found out that she fancied the boy as more than just a best friend. Bryant Sawyer was no longer allowed in her bedroom. It had taken Savannah all of five minutes to get her way and Bryant had never caught wind of the rule that didn't last.
   •
Bryant laughed from his spot on the large Papasan chair that was a few feet from his girlfriend's bed. Girlfriend was probably a loose term, but they were more or less together, or at least they sure seemed to make out an awful lot, which suited Bryant just fine.

"What did you want to do, then?" he asked her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
   •
Savannah rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling but not really seeing anything there. "I dunno," she answered, tilting her face up so that she could study the now upside down Bryant.

Honestly, she didn't have a clue what she thought they should do. If all of the things in her room couldn't entertain her, there was very little that Bryant could come up with. Somehow, however, she felt certain that he was supposed to cure this boredom she was currently feeling.

"What do you want to do?" she questioned, catching a familiar glimmer in his eyes.
   •
"You're the one who's bored, Van," he teased as he stood and moved to lie next to her on the bed. He flashed her a grin and he couldn't help thinking it was a little cute the way she expected him to entertain her.

"We could probably find something worth watching on the tv," he offered, even knowing she'd probably stop on something girly and it would be absolute torture for him.
   •
He was in her room. Didn't that automatically make it his job to keep her thoroughly entertained? Okay, really, that made it her job to find something for them to do but who kept track of silly things like that?

She ignored the way her heart raced when he laid on the bed with her. Bryant Sawyer had been on and in her bed a thousand times before... no need to get all aflutter about it now.

"We could," she agreed as she rolled onto her side to look at him a little better. With a bit of a sigh she leaned up and over Bryant reaching for the remote. (That was certainly a chore.) When she pulled back, she smiled. "You look," she told him, turning over the remote willingly -though she almost hated to give up the moment when he'd wrestle it away from her to watching something she completely hated.
   •
Bryant very nearly forgot all about television watching when the girl leaned over him like that. Did she not realize the way her top hiked up just enough to show a little skin and how nicely she smelled?

Bryant was pretty sure she did know and was purposely trying to torture him and before he could think of whether he should act on his thoughts, the moment was gone and she was handing him the remote.

He raised an eyebrow at her as he turned on the tv, flipping through the channels before coming to what seemed to be partway through a game of football. He grinned teasingly as he paused on the station, knowing she was sure to hate it. Or perhaps she wouldn't. It was hard to tell with her sometimes.
   •
Savannah rolled again, turning her back side to Bryant so that she could actually see the tv. She knew how nice her bum could look... and how her shirt was certainly inching up to show a bit of her back but if he wanted to watch television, they would... uggg... football.

She rolled her eyes at the tv deciding that giving him charge of the remote had been a very bad idea. Sure, sometimes she would be nice and let him watch his sports but normally she intended to distract him with kissing during the very best plays.

She shifted onto her stomach and rested her head on her arms. Why she wasn't whining already, she didn't know but for some reason she didn't feel like bickering over the tv.

She freed and arm and turned her head with a small flip of her hair. Her fingers moved to rake several stray strands out of her face. "Who's playing?" she questioned.
   •
Bryant couldn't take it. The way she was moving -and he was sure she'd worn this particular outfit just to get to him- and the tone in her voice and then she was doing that hair flip thing...

"Like you care," he muttered as he tossed the remote aside and gave in to his fancy. He brought a hand behind her he'd and pulled to to him, kissing her soundly.
   •
Savannah hadn't exactly plotted and planned this one. Oh sure, she spent a great deal of her time planning her clothes so that they would drive him mad and buying new perfume so that she would smell good enough to eat. Today, however, she'd just been bored... nothing more, nothing less.

Even if she hadn't planned it, she was certainly happy with the out come. She smiled when she returned the kiss. This was clearly better than watching the tv... especially football.

Her hand moved to his shoulder and she shifted a bit closer.

Why on earth would her dad want to keep Bryant out of her room? The man had been clearly insane.
   •
Bryant's hand moved into Savannah's hair -which was wonderfully soft and smelled like roses- as he deepened the kiss. The football game was long forgotten as his girlfriend shifted into him and he realized that they were alone -on her bed- with neither of her parents likely to be home for hours.

This could not be more excellent.
   •
This, clearly, should have been her plan all along. No parents, empty house, alone in her room. Mmmm, the specifics didn't really matter, she could always claim this as her own great ploy later. (It wasn't like he would be able to prove her wrong.)

She loved the way his fingers tangled in her hair and how well he kissed... and before she could stop herself, she'd moaned lowly, her grip tightening on his shoulder.
   •
Bryant's free hand slid down to her midsection, playing a litte with the hem to her top before pushing it up a bit more and letting his finger dance over her bare flesh.

God, she had to have worn that top on purpose, because why else did a girl wear something like that around her boyfriend?

He tugged hungrily at her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss still more, groaned as how good it felt to have her pressed up against him.
   •
There was a time where Bryant's fingers on her bare skin would have set her to gasping and her heart to racing. As it was, they'd been making out long enough that she was used to him touching her and things like what he was doing only made her want more.

Her hand inched from his shoulder to his side and she fished for the hem of his shirt. Her hand slid under it and around to his back when she found it. She teased the skin with her fingers before pulling on him a bit, making it clear that she wanted him closer.

Savannah pulled at his bottom lip as they kissed, dragged the end of her tongue over it in a soft sweeping motion. She heard him groan and it only encouraged her to deepen the kiss just a little more.
   •
Bryant groaned a little as Savannah pulled at him and he felt her finger teasing over bar skin. Fucking hell, she was only encouraging him here and then.. with the tongue. He very nearly growled as he rolled them so that she was underneath them. He pressed his body firmly to hers as he let his hands wander a little more, the one coming out of her hair to brush over her breast through her top, such that it was. The material seemed pretty thin and Bryant was sure that even over clothing the touch would have his desired effect.

Not that he intended her to keep wearing that top for long. Oh, no. It was coming off very soon.
   •
Both of her hands slid under his shirt as they rolled. Her fingertips pulled over his back and she moaned quietly into the kiss.

She worked her lips against his and adjust her legs so that they tangled perfectly put a knee between Bry's legs.

Savannah all but hummed as Bryant's hand brushed over her breast. It wasn't the first time one of his hands had found it's way to that particular spot but it certainly seemed to feel better each time that it did.

She was suddenly very glad that she'd done whatever it was she did... cause this was loads better than anything else they could have done.
   •
Bryant groaned again and wondered why he had ever suggested television when clearly -clearly- this was what they were meant to be doing with their day. It just wasn't manly to be alone with your girlfriend in her bedroom and not do this sort of thing, was it? No, it wasn't.

While one hand was busy 'distracting' her by brushing just over the spot where her nipple should be, his other hand was quite stealthily pushing up her top and he smirked as it occured to him that there couldn't possibly be any sort of undergarment under the thing. Just a little more and his theory could be proved.
   •
Undergarments? Who wore those when they were at home laying around in their room watching the tv? More importantly, who wore a bra when their boyfriend was coming over and could be tortured by such things? Not Savannah.

The hand set on distracting her was doing a completely wonderful job. Her body was reacting to him and hardening under his touch and she was close to whimpering from how brilliant that felt. However, no matter how distracting all of that was, she was still very aware of what his other hand was doing. Sure, it didn't hold as much of her attention but she certainly knew what it's intention was.

She pulled her lips from his and dragged them along his jaw, sucking when she reached a particularly sensitive spot of skin on his neck. Her fingers tightened on him and she pulled as if he wasn't nearly close enough.
   •
Bryant, of course, had no idea that his stealth had been discovered and he gave a little inner shout of triumph as he successfully pushed the top high enough to uncover her breasts, though that might have been cut short by a gasp or a moan when her lips hit just the spot on his jaw.

He pulled away from her -almost reluctantly, because that with his jaw felt Fucking brilliant- and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it casually to the side and licking his lips as he surveyed her now topless body.

"Mmmm.." Without another moment's pause, he brushed his lips over the previously neglected breath, teasing the nipple with his tongue, while his thumb brushed over the other, hardened nipple again.
   •
When Savannah had made her conscious decision to go without a bra, she'd pictured little torturous movements and wiggles and brushes. This had certainly not been in her plans... and she seriously doubted that it was even a little bit hard on Bryant. Sure, she was completely happy with this sudden turn of events -obviously, since she'd yet to stop him- even if they weren't exactly planned.

Almost without thinking -well, without thinking about anything other than how good he felt- she shifted allowing him to pull her shirt away. There was a moment of self consciousness as he looked her over but it quickly passed into moans and gasps as his hands and mouth went to work.

"Oh, God," she whispered, her fingers moving to lace in his hair.
   •
Bryant smirked at Savannah's reactions to him. He liked feeling almost in control of things (even if he wasn't really, this was as close as one got with Savannah) and he especially liked pushing her buttons like this.

He pulled her breast into his mouth, pulling and sucking at the nipple, teasing it with his teeth and tongue, pleased that he'd gotten so far without even a hint of protest. He was sure she'd be stopping him soon enough, but for now he was just going to enjoy what he could get.
   •
Bryant had a lot more control over Savannah than he knew. She didn't show it as much as she should but she did care about him and there was very little she wouldn't do for him if he asked.

As for this? She preferred for Bry to be in control in such situations. Okay, that wasn't exactly true, just occasionally she was the one in control and how could she not love that... but he was so brilliant at kissing and everything else that she really didn't mind playing the submissive role.

She moaned and her back arched of it's own accord. They hadn't gotten quite this far before and she was sure to be stopping him any minute now -at least that's what she kept telling herself- but for now she was going to enjoy it... every gasping second of it.
   •
This was new territory for Bryant. Sure, they'd made out plenty of times during the school year -empty classes and little spots they'd found outside- and he'd even had his hand up her shirt a few times, but they'd never been quite so delightfully alone before. Not alone in her bedroom with her parents off working and nothing to stop them from.. this.

Not that he was sure what this was or where it was going, but it seemed to be going in a very nice direction and he was not about to question it.

Bryant groaned as Savannah arched toward him and her leg just happened to rub against certain bits through his jeans. He increased the pressure of his mouth on her breast, nipping and tugging a bit harder at the nipple.
   •
Savannah gasped a quiet "oh" when his mouth pulled harder at her breast. She was completely clueless of what her leg was doing but the bit of wiggling caused by his teeth and tongue, was likely to make it happen several more times.

As she gasped and moaned under him, she found herself thinking that maybe she didn't have to stop him. Maybe they could just keep going at the rate they were going because she certainly was very very happy with that.

Deciding rather abruptly that his shirt needed to find the same spot her shirt had found, she tugged his shirt over his head, not thinking about the fact that that action would pull his wonderful mouth away from it's work.
   •
Bryant was delighted with his progress so far, though he might have tried to hold on a bit when she started to pull his shirt off, because he was reluctant to pull his mouth from that perfect breast, so when he finally did, he gave a little tug by way of resistance before finally letting go.

He reached for his shirt, then, helping her to get it the rest of the way off of him and tossed it over away from the bed, paying no mind to where it might land.

Now that the shirt was properly disposed of, he crushed his body back to hers, groaning at the feel of her bare breasts on his chest, as he captured her mouth again in a fiery kiss.
   •
Bryant pressed himself to her and she moaned as her arms snaked around him. She kissed him hungrily, nipping and pulling at his lips as her fingernails scraped lightly over his back.

Fucking hell, his skin was hot. Was he always so hot?

She pressed her chest up, trying to move closer to him even though they were flush together. "Oh, God, Bry," she whimpered into the kiss.
   •
Bryant kissed her more deeply, pressing himself down onto her as though he just couldn't get close enough. THe friction in his jeans was bordering on painful at this point and he groaned against her lips as one hand started to move down to toy with the hem of her skirt.

Only Savannah would wear a skirt in the middle of the summer, he decided. A very short skirt that he decided had been strategically chosen to drive him mad. Well, he'd show her, wouldn't he?

Bryant smirked and then groaned again as her nails scraped across his skin, pushing the skirt up ever so slightly as his hand slid up her thigh.
   •
Loads of girls wore skirts during the summer. However, only Savannah would wear one with the intention of spending the day laying around with her boyfriend.

He wasn't far off in his assumption that she'd wore it simply to drive him mad... she might not have thought about it today but she'd certainly enlisted that exact skirt for that exact purpose at other times.

Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her hips pressed forward when his hand moved up her thigh. She lifted her leg slightly and pulled her fingertips over his back.

God, this felt amazing.
   •
Savannah's little leg lift might have helped to hike her skirt higher, but it also had the affect of adding a bit more pressure against his manly bits and Bryant groaned loudly at the sensation.

"God, Vannah," he groaned a bit too loudly as he pushed on her skirt with a little more insistence. This was really, really new territory now and his hand paused on her thigh for a moment, as if deciding how bold her wanted to be
   •
Savannah couldn't help smirking when he moaned her name like he did. It may have finally dawn on her that her leg was brushing certain bits that would drive him insane but it wasn't like that was going to stop her.

She moved her leg again and kissed him a bit more insistently, pulling and nipping at his lips.

It was, indeed, new territory and she felt his hesitation. To be perfectly honest, however, she wasn't quite ready for him to stop touching her.

Normally she was bold and voiced exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it. At this moment, she found that she wasn't sure about what she wanted... she only knew what she didn't want. "Don't stop," she whispered, a little timid for maybe the first time in her life.
   •
She was doing that on purpose. He knew she was, and he barely needed to hear her request before his hand was moving across her thigh and pressing against her through her knickers.

That tiny bit of fabric was definitely damn and Bryant groaned again at the though of what lay beneath, just on the other side of the sheer material.

He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue roughly into her mouth as he tugged on her lower lip.
   •
Her mind raced just a little when she felt his fingers pressing against her. Fucking hell, that felt good... far better than she had thought that it would.

She lifted her leg a little more, pressing against him very much on purpose. She knew that she was playing with fire and that she should maybe turn back but this was what she wanted, she decided. She didn't want to stop.

Savannah returned his kiss, pushing her own tongue forward to meet his. She sucked slightly on his tongue, nipped at his bottom lip and pushed her hips up the tiniest amount. Fucking hell.
   •
Had Bryant been thinking with the right head, he might have wondered why she hadn't stopped him yet. As it was, he was thanking every major deity in existence that she hadn't. This was far too brilliant to stop.

Very slowly, he pushed her knickers to the side, slipping his thumb underneath and gasping as how warm and wet the flesh down there felt as he brushed lightly against her nub.

Fucking hell.
   •
Had Savannah been thinking clearly, she might have stopped him. She might have realized that they really needed to stop or slow down... or something. As is was, however, she was thinking about one thing and that was how good it all felt. It certainly was far too brilliant to stop.

She gasped and her legs jerked slightly when his finger rubbed over that very sensitive spot. She cursed under her breath, and her hands tightened on him but her movements were encouraging and it was clear that she wasn't planning on stopping him.
   •
Bryant dragged his lips from hers over to her jaw, nippling a little as he worked his way over to her neck, kissing and nipping down to the hollow of her throat.

He groaned softly as he shifted more of his hand underneath her knickers, one finger brushing slowly over her opening.
   •

Savannah took several deep breaths when his lips moved away from hers. She tilted her head to give him better access and she moaned her quiet approval. He'd always been fucking brilliant at kissing her but she couldn't help thinking that he'd stepped it up a notch.

She gasped when his fingers brushed over her, and she could hardly think about anything other than how close he was.

She shifted again and felt him pressing firmly against her leg. Her hands moved -of their own accord- over his back and around to the front of his body. She hesitated a moment, whimpering from everything that he was doing. She had an internal pause where she wondered if she was ready for what she was getting herself into but she quickly dismissed that when Bry's teeth found a particularly wonderful spot along her neck. Of course she was ready... she certainly wouldn't have gotten herself into anything she wasn't ready for. Her hands moved again, reaching out for his belt to unfasten it. It was certainly time for him to be wearing as little clothes as she was.
   •
Bryant smirked at all the little noises she was making and the way she kept shifting underneath him. His fingers brushed against her a little more firmly, but he was growing a bit impatient with the limitations fabric provided and he pulled his hand away, pushing it between her and the mattress to unzip her skirt.

This would be much, much better if that skirt were to join her top on the floor.
   •
As much as she hated for his hand to move away from her -she may have even whimpered in protest-, it did make it much easier to concentrate on what she was doing.

Her fingers worked the belt, button and then zipper of his jeans. She paused for a moment, hesitant because they were continuing to push further into new territory. Still quite sure of her actions, she hooked her thumbs into his jeans and began pushing them over his hips. Granted, she wasn't bold enough -yet- to push at his boxers but those jeans needed to fins some other place to be.
   •
Bryant groaned with relief as his jeans moved away and he was left in only his boxers. The realization of what they were doing only gave him a moment's pause as his hands remembered what they were doing with her skirt and he pushed at it, pulling it over her hips.
   •
Savannah raised her hips, to attempt helping him while she pushed his pants until they wouldn't go any further.

His lips had been other places for far too long, she decided and pulled him into a deep and wanting kiss.

"Oh, God, Bry," she mumbled again, pressing her body up so that it touched his.
   •
Bryant shifted, kicking his jeans off while he pulled a bit more at her skirt, pushing it down until he could slide it off of her.

He was all too willing to meet her kiss as he pressed himself back to her, groaning as how little fabric remained between them as he rubbed against her through their underthings.

"God.. so hot.." he moaned, crushing his mouth to hers again.
   •
Savannah moaned when she felt him pressing against her through her knickers.

This was... ohhhh this was exactly why she'd fought so hard to veto the no Bryant in the bedroom rule. They obviously belonged in the bedroom. All of their free time should be spent there. Maybe they should make more free time...

She rocked her hips up causing the pressure to increase between them. That action, his lips, his movements, the way they felt rubbing against one another cause her to groan deeply.

"Oh God."
   •
Bryant kissed her hungrily. He felt.. unlike anything he'd ever felt before. She felt so good against him and he found himself only wanting more and more of her.

"Oh, god."

He echoed her moans as his thumbs hooked over the waistband of her knickers, tugging slightly to make his intention clear, but not quite pulling them off yet.
   •
Before Savannah even thought about what she was doing, she lifted her hips so that he could pull her knickers down her legs.

She wanted him closer. She wanted to feel him pressed against her not clothes pressed against clothes. Granted, there were very little clothes left between them but those undergarments suddenly felt like a snow suit.

Following his well set example, she began pushing at his boxers, trying to remove them as best as she could. She almost hummed while they worked to remove those last pieces of material...

This was completely brilliant.
   •
Bryant took her movement as encouragement and wasted no time in removing her knickers, then quickly helping her to remove his boxers as well.

His breath caught for a moment as he realized they were now completely naked and that they were really going to do this, but it wouldn't be manly to show such or to question her on it now, so he pressed onward.

He pressed himself against her again, groaning loudly as this time his erection pressed against his warm, moist folds.

"fucking fuck.."
   •
Savannah had a brief moment of awakening and she wondered if they should keep going. This was a huge step... this was a big...

Bryant pressed against her and her thoughts of 'what if' went away just a quickly as they had appeared.

She rolled her hips up and moaned at how amazing that felt. She cursed under her breath as she pulled him in for a desperate kiss.

Of course they should keep going.
   •
Bryant kissed her just as desperately, groaning again as he pressed harder against her. The way she was rolling her hips was just... fucking fuck. He'd never wanted her quite this way before, but he sure did now.

Without another moment's pause, he pushed himself into her, stopping just barely inside her as he was overwhelmed by the sensation of her around his tip.

"Oh fuck.."
   •
Savannah would have been heart broken... okay, she would have been slightly pissed to find out that she'd been prancing around in almost nothing and he'd not wanted her like this before now. The whole point of a skirt that short was to make him think of her naked.

Without much warning, though she couldn't deny wanting him to, Bryant pushed into her. She gasped and bit at her lip in an attempt to quiet her moans that were slightly less than pleasure filled. She hadn't expected it to hurt. Okay, that was a lie... she knew what her friends said... she knew that it hurt at first but everything else had felt so fucking good that she'd thought she was going to get off without the slightest bit of pain. (It wouldn't be the first time she was better than everyone else.)

Her hands tightened on him and her lips fell to his shoulder as she panted and gasped and pressed kisses there. "Oh, God, Bry," she whimpered as she moved her mouth to his neck.
   •
Bryant took her moans as encouragement and he pressed into her more fulling, having to pause again after a bit as her was again overwhelmed by how good it felt, feeling her around more of him. He thought he might pass out from the pleasure and he certainly felt as though he wasn't going to last very long, so he forced himself to breath and think of non-pleasurable things. He wanted to prolong this as much as possible.

"Van.. god.. you feel so.. fuck."
   •
Bryant continued to push into her and had it not been for his pauses, she likely would have lost control of herself. As a distraction, she nipped and sucked at his neck, focusing all of her attention on what she was doing instead of what she was feeling.

Honestly, she didn't want Bry to know that he'd caused her any discomfort. Sure, she might use it later in an argument (how could you not win with that)... but right now, at this moment, she was worried about his feelings.

She continued to work over his neck as her fingers pulled at his back. She willed the pain/pressure to let up as she hummed a muffled response of nothing against his skin.
   •
Bryant groaned again as he pushed the rest of the way into her and he about lost control right then and there.

"Oh.. fuck.. christ.." He didn't know what he was saying or if it was even out loud, but fucking hell she felt amazing and his grip on her tightened as he kissed her deeply.

Why on earth had he never thought to try this with her before?
   •
Savannah whimpered as he pushed completely into her. She breathed profanities and her fingernails scraped over his back. Her lips were still focused on his neck but when his mouth met hers, she kissed him hungrily.

She closed her eyes, and pushed to lose herself in the moment, in his kiss.

Through it all, she loved his curses, the way he was obviously enjoying the way she felt. It was all because of her and she couldn't help liking that. However, she was quite ready to be cursing and moaning from pleasure just as much as he was.
   •
Bryant lips dragged away from hers again to kiss down her neck to her collarbone. Her moved a bit lower from there as he grabbed one of her breasts, pushing ip up to his mouth and all but devouring it.

Holy fuck, this was hot and she felt fucking amazing and he felt as if he could never get enough of this - of her. He sucked and nibbled at her nipple, perhaps a little too hard, but he was too lost in the moment to notice or care if he was hurting her.
   •
Savannah moaned when his mouth moved to her breast. Her fingers moved over his back, to the back of his neck and she pulled, encouraging him. Fuck, that still felt good. Her breath caught in her throat when his teeth nipped a bit harder than expected. Overall, however, she decided that she liked it and didn't mind in the least.

"Christ, Bryant," she moaned, relaxing though she didn't fully realize it.
   •
Bryant smirked at her reaction as he pulled a bit more on her breast. He loved getting her so worked up. The smirk soon gave was to a moan, though, as he moved almost out of her only to push all the way back in. fucking fuck, that felt indescribably good.

His mouth moved over to attack the other breast just as hungrily and if he knew he was being a bit rough with her... well, he didn't much care because wasn't that half the fun?
   •
Savannah bit her lip hard when he pushed himself into her again. A plethora of curses filtered through her mind and she may have silently cursed him for going so quickly. Though she was slightly annoyed and in a bit of pain, his mouth did feel absolutely perfect and she chose to focus on that instead of actually bitching and ruining it all.

The roughness wasn't all that much of an issue. Honestly, she wouldn't dare complain if his mouth got a little rougher... if only every thing else would... open up.
   •
Bryant might have eased up had he been aware of the pain Savannah was in, but he wasn't and so he just kept up what he was doing, pushing in and out of her. Each movement brought a new wave of pleasure and his grip tightened on her as he kept trying to pull her closer and closer, his fingers almost digging into the skin of her hips.

"Fuck," he groaned against her breast as he nibbled and sucked with a bit more pressure, tugging hard on the nipple before releasing it to pay the same attentions to her other breast again.
   •
With each motion, Bryant's entrance became less painful and more pleasurable. In Savannah's opinion, it was about damned time.

She whimpered softly at first, enjoying that she finally felt something other than discomfort. As much as she'd hated the constant pressure that had been pushing between her legs, she loved they way his fingers and teeth pulled and pinched into her flesh.

Moaning his name, she pulled his mouth a little tighter around her nipple and shifted her legs higher up his body. Her brow furrowed when he pushed even deeper. "Fucking hell," she cursed, the fingernails on one hand dragging over his back.
   •
Bryant felt her pull on his and he took that as his cue to push just a bit harder. He groaned against her skin as he thrust into her again, adding more force behind it now.

fucking hell, this was amazing.

"Fuck, Savannah." He groaned loudly as he tore his mouth from her breast, gasping for much needed breath before pressing his mouth firmly to hers.
   •
Savannah kissed him deeply, needingly. Her hands floated and brushed over his sides, his arms, his back. She pulled at him, her nails sinking into his flesh when he pushed a bit harder or deeper.

She nipped at his lip, sucked on his tongue, pulled at his mouth as if she couldn't get enough. Her whimpers had changed to full on moans or groans and before she knew it, she found herself raising her hips to return his thrusts.

It was much easier to respond and react now that she wasn't aching and she took full advantage of that opportunity.
   •
Bryant rocked into her harder and faster, meeting her kissed with just as much fire and hunger.

"Oh, god," he groaned as her nails scraped into him.

He gripped at her tighter, thrust into her as hard and fast as he could, groaning again as he felt how close he was.

"Oh, god," he groaned again, reaching between them and rubbing a thumb roughly over her clit.
   •
Savannah moaned and writhed under him, cursing and pulling at his back, gripping at his arms as if she could possibly lose herself if she didn't hold onto something.

She tore her mouth away from his and gasped for air when his finger pressed and rubbed against her clit.

Trying to muffle the cries that kept bubbling to her lips, she pressed her mouth to his neck, sucking and pulling at the tender flesh there as she cried out his name when she found her release.

Her mouth kept working as she panted and whimpered and held onto him for dear life.
   •
Bryant came right along with her, panting and groaning, his cries mingling with his as he kept pumping into her through his orgasm.

"Oh, god, Van.."

His movements slowed after a bit and he pressed fevered kisses to her jaw, her cheek, her forehead and finally her lips as he held her closely and murmured how unbelievable that had all just been.
   •
Savannah all but collapsed into a whimpering, gasping mess after they came. Her arms and legs stayed tangled around him but she laid there with her eyes closed, panting as he kissed her until his mouth finally found hers.

"MMMmmm," she mumbled something unintelligible against his lips, trying to tell him how amazing it had been.

She felt uncharacteristically clingy as she held him close and peppered his neck and shoulder with kisses. Couldn't they just stay like that for a while?
   •
Bryant echoed her "mmmmm" and pulled her closer, pressing a few more soft kisses to her face as he grabbed at a blanket to cover them. Blankets were cosy and this felt like it should be a cosy time, he decided.

His hand came up to tangle in her hair and her traced little random patterns against her back as he rolled them just so that he was under her and she was resting against his chest.

"Still bored?" he asked quietly, lips pulled into a smirk.
   •
Though she felt a thin sheen of sweat over her body, the air was cooling it and she welcomed the blanket.

She rolled with him, snuggling into his chest, glad to have the little touches and kisses that Bryant kept giving her. She was better than most girls and she firmly believed this... but she was a girl all the same and the little things meant quite a lot... especially after something like that.

Without thinking, she turned her head and pressed several affectionate kisses to his chest. "Mmmm, no," she answered, resting her head on him again. "Not bored now."

Though, it quickly crossed her mind that if that was the reward for being bored, she may find herself that way more often.
   •
Bryant really liked how affectionate she was being with him right now. He tried not to think about how much, but he did like it.

"Good," he muttered teasingly as his lips brushed over her bare shoulder. "Good," he repeated, his voice a little softer than usual as his fingers trailed through her hair.

He wondered how long he could get away with holding her like this before she pushed him away, as she inevitably would do.
   •
Savannah closed her eyes and relaxed fully against him. Her fingers trailed along his chest and ribs, caressing him as she thought about how wonderful drifting off to sleep would be just now.

His fingers moved through her hair and his lips brushed ever so gently over her skin and it only coaxed her closer and closer to a nap.

Bry was far too comfortable for his own good, she decided as she pressed another kiss to his chest.

She would just rest for a bit and she deserved it... at least that's what she told herself.
   •
Bryant smiled against her skin and he couldn't help thinking that she'd never seemed more beautiful than she did right now. Something about the way she seemed to relax and the way she felt against him.

His eyes slipped closed as he hugged her closed. It was definitely naptime, he decided.
   •
Almost asleep, she shifted -mostly her legs- as she sighed with contentment.

Her fingers continued to stroke and press against him and she brushed her lips over his chest once again.

It was really too bad that Bryant couldn't live in her bed, allowing her to sleep on him just like this every night.

A few short minutes later, her breathing deepened and her fingers stilled as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
   •
Bryant watched the girl in his arms for several moments, fighting against heavy eyelids that wanted to close. She looked so peaceful, so innocent as she slept and he just couldn't help wanting to watch her.

Smiling, he brushed his lips lightly against her forehead before finally giving in and letting himself drift off to sleep as well.
   •
Savannah slept for a good long while. She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been asleep when she woke but it felt like an age...

She woke with a bit of a start when she realized that there were arms and hands on her. It took a moment or two for her to focus and remember what had happened. She relaxed then, not worried since the hands and arms belonged to Bryant... really, he was the safest person in the world.

She listened to his breathing, not wanting to move so much that she would wake him.

They had... that was a big step. She replayed it in her head and she didn't know what she'd been thinking... it wasn't like she'd ever given that much of herself to anyone else.

All of the worries that she should have had then, flooded her now. Was he going to change... did it change them... did he think that he would now have some kind of hold over her? What was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to behave? Was she going to have to watch her attitude so that she wouldn't be dumped by the first boy she'd ever let... Fuck.

She laid there perfectly still and let every possibly worry silently flood her brain.
   •
Bryant's arms tightened around Savannah and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, but he didn't fully wake up yet. It felt warm and cosy to be here with a warm weight on his chest and he smiled in his sleep, hugging her a little closer and mumbling something that didn't quite make sense.

As he finally opened his eyes to look at her, he smiled again and brushed a bit of hair from her face.

"Hey, there, beautiful," he whispered, moving in for a soft kiss.
   •
Savannah had been prepared to snap... to let him know instantly that she was not somehow his property now... that he'd better not dare to treat her differently.

Then he was kissing her and hugging her in his sleep. She couldn't help smiling when he mumbled something that she couldn't quite catch.

She lost any resolve that she had the instant he opened his eyes and called her beautiful. She shifted and returned his kiss, holding him a little tighter when she did.
   •
Bryant rather liked this side of Savannah. Now that he'd come a bit more awake, he expected some kind of smart remark from her or for her to shift away and demand he go. Or something.

This.. was nice, though, and his hand moved further into her hair as he deepened the kiss.
   •
Savannah didn't know if she liked this about herself... or if she hated it. More than anything, she hated for someone to have -or to think they have- some sort of control over her. She didn't open herself up to many people -though, Bry was privy to it more than anyone else- and here she was stark naked in more ways than one.

She returned his kiss, allowing him to pull her further into it with ease. Her fingers moved gently over his chest and she decided that this wasn't so bad... it was alright for them to be like this, right?
   •
Bry's kisses were lazy and he sighed contentedly as he lightly stroked her hair.

"Mmmmm.. what do you want to do with the rest of our day, pretty girl?" he asked, lazily kissing her jawline. Truthfully, he'd be happy to stay just like this, but Savannah bored easily and it was his job to keep her happy.
   •
Compliments... again... she smiled.

Savannah's eyes closed as his lips continued to work over her skin. "Mmmmm, think your lips would tire if I wanted us to do this all day?" she questioned, seriously considering it.

She did always leave it up to Bry to entertain her in some form or another... this was certainly the best thing he'd come up with yet.
   •
"Never," Bryant assured her, feigning insult that she'd suggest such a thing. He kissed her again, brushing his lips softly against hers at first and then deepening it a little, though more with affection than desire this time.

"If that's what my girl wants, who am I to object, eh?"
   •
Savannah smiled into the kiss.

Bryant's sweetness was completely addictive. Maybe she should have done this a long time ago. Sure, it wasn't like Bryant was snappy or mean often... but they did butt heads occasionally. (No, she'd never admit that he only snapped at her when she was being a brat and deserved it.)

"Indeed," she agreed as she softly pressed her lips to his chin, only to drag them along his jaw.

Even Savannah couldn't find something to argue about when he was agreeing that it should certainly be the way that she wants it to be.
   •
"Mmmm," Bryant murmured his approval of what she was doing with her lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying being here with his girlfriend, basking in the afterglow of what they'd done earlier.

This? Was definitely a nice way to spend an afternoon.
   •
Savannah nibbled playfully on his jaw but quickly covered the same spot with sweet kisses.

"I like this," she mumbled, barely pulling her lips from him. "We should do this more often." By 'this' she meant specifically how sweet they were being. However, if the had to go the same route to get here, she wouldn't exactly complain, either.
   •
Bryant smiled. Savannah's guard was definitely down a bit more than usual and he rather liked it. He brushed his lips softly over hers, lingering a bit, before pulling back and nodding.

"Mmmm.. me, too," he agreed, holding her close.
   •
Savannah's guard was down. Though she would fix that the second she realized it, she was enjoying the attention at the moment... so much so that she was forgetting to be her normal bitchy self.

Bry was really the only person she allowed to give her physical affection. Granted, it was mostly in the form of making out but this holding and kissing... she'd not gotten much of it before... from anyone... and she liked it.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest before resting her forehead there. Didn't he just smell wonderful... so much like her but still very much like himself. She sighed contentedly as she tilted her face up to kiss him again.

"What time is it, do you think?" she questioned, wanting to be sure to have clothes on before her parents got home.
   •
Bry poked his head up to look at the window.

"Mmmm.. mid-afternoon?" he guessed, hugging her close and pressing a few more kissed along her jaw. He wondered idly how long they had, for he was definitely in no hurry to dress or even move, but he also didn't wish for her parents to catch them like this.
   •
She worried less about her parents after his assessment. Didn't she vaguely remember something about them going out to dinner tonight? Not being home until late? Honestly, she wasn't sure. It wasn't like she really paid them attention unless it directly affected her in one way or another. They were rarely ever home... what was new about that?

She sighed as his lips moved over her jaw and without thinking she mumbled in a half moan or groan, "Mmmmmm, that was good."

Honestly, she'd thought that he was a virgin just like her... she had been certain of it, actually. Now, however, she wasn't quite sure... he'd certainly seemed to know what he was doing. She wondered... but it was rude to ask, right? She certainly shouldn't ask. . . right?
   •
"Yes, it was," he agreed, pulling her into a deep kiss. "Unbelievably good." He was glad to hear she'd enjoyed it, He felt like it had been rather good, but he didn't really have anything to compare it to and Savannah could be a bit hard to please sometimes.
   •
Nope she shouldn't. It was probably rude to ask... but had that ever stopped her before?

She returned the kiss, shifting a little higher up his body so that she could do it with ease. "Mmm," she agreed with a nod. Unbelievable... that was a good word... the perfect word, really.

"You... ummmm... was that... you've never..." she stuttered a bit, not sure how to say it without just saying it. "Was that your first time?" she finally just asked. Beating around the bush had never been her strong point.
   •
Bryant's first instinct was to be a typical guy and pretend to be cooler than he was.

"Oh, of course I have... loads of times.."

But then he thought about it and he added more truthfully, "except not really. Just this once, actually."
   •
When Bry grouped her with 'loads' of girls, her face fell slightly. Though, she quickly straightened it... no need in showing any sort of emotion about that. If he had been with loads of other girls it wasn't any of her business... not really.

"Oh," she answered, with a little nod. "Me too," she offered, not wanting to make him ask... if he didn't know. "Just this once."

She relaxed onto his chest again, falling silent. It was awkward finding something to talk about at the moment... and that was slightly annoying to a girl like Savannah.
   •
Bry nodded. There was something enjoyable about knowing he'd been her first. He didn't think she had, but he couldn't be sure and it felt... nice. Like he had a part of her no one else could have.

He didn't mind the silence, not at all, and he pressed a few more kisses to her forehead before reaching for the remote. They had started to watch the tv, hadn't they? Before all this.
   •
Savannah returned his affections, and wasn't all annoyed that he reached for the remote. She honestly thought that she might lay there and sleep on him some more while she had the chance. Either way, she was enjoying the physical affection too much to pull away or find something else to do. Bry may even be able to get away with watching football.

It was a little out of character and certainly nothing she would ever admit to... but she really enjoyed being close to him and she wasn't giving that up for anything at the moment. Just a little while longer, she kept telling herself.
   •
Bryant, trying to see what he could get away with, did switch the station to a good football match. He pressed a few more kisses to her cheeks and forehead before finding himself a little distracted by the game. After all, it was FOOTBALL.
   •
Savannah was actually okay with Bry watching the football game... as long as he was giving her attention. The kisses -even when they weren't so attention filled- were enough to keep her happy as she rested there on him. However, when he began ignoring her altogether, she wasn't so pleased. After all, it is always all about her, right?

She wasn't one to beat around the bush... and as much as she didn't want to bicker, she'd spoken before she realized what she was saying. "I could... you know, go put on clothes," she offered.
   •
Bryant looked away from the tv and over at Savannah.

"Oh.. if you want to," he said, even though he didn't really want her to.

"Should I be dressing, too? Are your parents due home or something?"

Yeah, Bry was basically clueless right now.
   •
Savannah looked at him in awe for a moment. Well... if he didn't want her naked. fucking hell, she didn't have to be that way. Maybe next time she'd be a bit more stingy with how many of her clothes she allowed off of her body.

With that she began shifting away from him. If the look of annoyance on her face wasn't clear, Bry was really, truly thick. "No, they aren't due home until late tonight," she answered as if nothing in the world was bothering her.
   •
"Then why...." Bry trailed off as he caught the look on her face and he wondered what it was he'd done to screw things up.

"You're angry with me," he stated in a confused tone, lightly catching her arm, but holding it loosely enough that she could easily get free if she wanted.
   •
"I'm not angry," she told him. That was the truth and a lie at the same time. She was annoyed/hurt/bothered by his lack of affection. (Even though he'd previously been showering her in it.) She'd really been enjoying it. After all, it wasn't like she got loads of it all the time. She was also angry that she was bothered by this... why did she suddenly feel like she wanted nothing else? (If that makes any sense.)

She stopped in her shifting when he took hold of her arm. She knew that she could easily pull away but she didn't really want to be away or dressed... she wanted him loving on her again. (Even if she would never admit it.)

She pulled the blanket a bit, tucking it over her bits. Why was it so hard to be... herself when she was naked?
   •
"Then, what?" he asked, sliding his hand up her arm and into her hair. He truly didn't understand what was wrong. A moment ago she'd seemed perfectly content and now she obviously wasn't and evidently he'd done SOMETHING, but he had no clue WHAT.
   •
"Nothing," she said, refusing to admit to her... stupidity. That's what this was, after all. She was being stupid and girly and ... clingy.
   •
"It's not nothing," he replied, moving his hand to touch her cheek. "C'mon, Van, talk to me. Tell me what I did."

He tilted his head and gave her a sideways grin, hoping it was charming enough to make it all better.
   •
Savannah looked at him a moment but finally stuck with her answer of "Nothing." This time, however, it was said it a much less annoyed tone.

She'd rather just get over it than admit what her issue was. 'You weren't kissing me,' sounded like a stupid response.

"Nothing," she said again, even softer. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his stomach, shaking her head slightly. "I'm fine."
   •
Bryant gave a mental shrug, deciding that whatever it was, he wasn't going to get it out of her, so he shifted his arm a little, letting his fingers play with her hair, while he turned the most of his attention back to the came.

"Watch some tv with me, then, eh?" he suggested as his fingers absently rubbed at her head.
   •
Savannah looked up at him again. Honestly, she didn't know what she wanted. She wanted him touching her... she wanted to be near him but she didn't' want to explain this and in order to keep her attitude she'd either have to send him home or explain herself. Really, it was just easier to watch the tv with him... even football.

"Yeah," she agreed. She shifted back up his body, being sure to move the blanket from in between them. She pulled his arms around her as she laid down, hoping that he would get the hint.
   •
Bryant was pretty thick sometimes, but even he could take such a blatant hint. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her close to him and pressing a kiss to her forehead. His attention was back on the game, but he idly rubbed at her back and stroked at her hair while he watched. Having a naked girl curled up by you while you watched football was quite nice.
   •
See... that was all Savannah wanted. His hands were still moving over her... there was an occasional kiss to her forehead... and she was happy.

As always, if Savannah was happy... everyone could be happy. (Including Bry and his football game.) She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

This was nice, she decided. They would certainly have to do this more often.

themouserace @ 2012-03-10T22:55:00

2012-03-11T03:05:18Z

Who: Bryant Sawyer and Emma Daly
What: text message
When: Saturday, August 10, 2011: 1PM
Rating: PG

When do you get home, sexy?

themouserace @ 2012-03-10T10:22:00

2012-03-10T14:32:55Z

Who: Dari Davison and Ashleigh Barton
What: Text Messages
When: Saturday August 10th; 10am CST
Rating: PG, I think

OMGOSH MISS YOU! How is Georgia?

themouserace @ 2012-03-09T15:12:00

2012-03-09T19:23:09Z

Who: Bryant Sawyer and Savannah White
What: Text Message
When: Saturday August 10th; 11am
Rating: R for language

Fuck. I'm sorry I didn't call, baby. You aren't going to BELIEVE the day I had yesterday.

epic log of epicness

2012-03-09T19:19:13Z

Who: Dari Davison, Jeremy Pitt, Bryant Sawyer and a buuuunch of NPCs
What: Jeremy finally meets his birth mom
Where: The Royal Hawaiian Resort; Waikiki, Hawaii
When: Friday August 9th; starting around 2pm
Rating: R for language and allusions to sexytimes
Status: Complete Log. Really fucking long.

Mmmm, vacation. Dari was having an amazing time. As nice as their lake in Chicago was, there was something really nice about lying here on a beach with Jeremy, miles away from everything and everyone else. Sure, his brothers and dad were here, but they were off somewhere else at the moment.

She hummed her approval as he rubbed suntan oil into her skin, his fingers lingering occasionally as they brushed over her skin. It was ridiculous how much she loved his touch, even when it was mostly innocent like this. Dari could easily spend the next forever like this.

She rolled when he was done and before she knew it, their lips were pressed together. Who started it was anyone's guess, but Dari really didn't care at the moment. Her fingers brushed over his bare chest as her mouth pulled at hers and she was soon caught up in the embrace. Sure, it was a public beach, but who cared? They were only kissing and Dari loved this with him. She wasn't remotely concerned with the fact that they probably had an audience.

Bryant wasn't enjoying his vacation nearly as much. His girlfriend was at home and he missed her like crazy. His siblings were driving him a little insane, his mom was working and his dad hadn't even bothered to come with him. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear the shouting match that had occurred when his parents had talked about that particular subject. Mom had called him a selfish asshole, he'd shouted something nasty back. As much as Bryant enjoyed bickering with Savannah, he didn't particularly enjoy hearing his parents fight.

That's probably why his temper flared when he nearly tripped over the couple making out on the beach. "Get a fucking room," he grumbled, kicking at them with his foot. He groaned audibly when he realized who the couple was. Great. Dari and Jeremy. As if this trip couldn't get much worse.

“What the fuck is it, Pitt? She’s not even that attractive. Does she have beer flavored tits? Or is she just a really good fuck? I hear she left marks on Walker....” Bryant wasn’t usually so crass, but he was having a bad week and this was icing on the cake. It felt good to take his annoyance out on someone and Savannah wasn’t here to pick a fight with.

Jeremy was already annoyed when he felt the kick, even if it wasn’t a hard kick. He was busy, definitely enjoying what he was doing with Dari. His hands had started to wander and her skin felt so good under his touch. It was warm and soft and.. perfect, just like every other part of her. Who cared if they were in public? An interruption was definitely not welcome.

The glare in his eyes deepened when he pulled away to see just who had interrupted him. Bryant Sawyer was definitely not his favorite person. That he had just interrupted a perfectly good makeout session only made Jeremy dislike him more. “What the fuck is your problem, Sawyer?” he asked as he detangled himself from his girl and got to his feet.

When Bryant started to speak, Jeremy’s anger was sparked further. The moment he said that about Walker, Jeremy tackled the taller boy. No one was allowed to talk about his Dari like that, least of all this asshole. Once he’d tackled the boy to the ground, he pulled back his arm and punched him. Bryant tried to duck back out of the way, but Jeremy’s fist landed squarely on his jaw. He punched back, of course. Maybe this was what he had wanted all along.

There was no telling how long the boys traded blows, despite Dari’s protests for them to stop, before someone finally came along to pull them apart. Even then, they struggled, anxious to get back to their brawl, shouting obscenities at one another as hotel security held them apart. Both of them had a number of scrapes and bruises. Bryant’s nose was bleeding. Jeremy’s cheek was a brilliant shade of purple.

---

It was about twenty minutes later, as the three teenagers sat together in the security office, when their parents showed up. Dari was fussing over Jeremy, worrying her lip over his bruises. Bryant and Jeremy were still glaring murderously at one another. None of them were paying much attention to the conversation taking place just outside the door at first. At least, not until it got interesting.

Richard Pitt was beyond shocked to see his old fling standing in the hallway. It couldn't be. His stomach flipped. There was no way... “Mari? What are you doing here?” he asked her. As ridiculous as it sounded, she wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near him and Jeremy. That was the deal they had made. His first thought was to be irritated, without stopping to think this could be mere coincidence.

“Picking up my son,” she replied, exasperated. She was already annoyed at being pulled off of her shoot to collect her son who had apparently been fighting and Richard Pitt was the last person on this earth she wanted to see. She hated the man. She had been coerced into giving up their son all those years ago and had done her best to avoid him ever since, no matter how much she might regret giving Jeremy up.

Richard didn’t stop to think logically in this moment. If he had, he might have considered that she was here for the other boy, the one Jeremy had been fighting with. "Your son?" he questioned in annoyance. "Since when is he your son?

The adults had the complete and undivided attention of the teenagers on the other side of the half-open door now. The fight was forgotten for the moment as the three of them wondered what in the hell was going on. Dari and Jeremy had pretty much never heard Richard raise his voice like that and Bryant couldn’t help being curious about what was going on, too.

"Since I gave birth to him and raised him for the past seventeen years," Mari retorted. She wasn’t thinking. If she had been, she might have realized that Jeremy was involved in this, too. There wasn’t much else reason for Richard to be here, after all. Unfortunately, Mari rarely thought logically when she was angry.

"Since you did what?" he questioned, his voice hitting an unusually high note at the end. "We agreed," he continued, "that he would be better off in my care." Richard wasn't the type of person to lose his temper, but he just couldn't have her barging in here, destroying everything he had worked for.

"Dad?" Jeremy called, finally standing and moving toward the door. "What’s going on?" He had never seen the woman that his father was arguing with and he couldn't imagine who it would be... unless... but that would never happen... He fell silent, as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on.

"I don't know what you're..” Mari started, trailing off as she realized the confusion. “Oh." She broke off as she saw Jeremy and the pieces clicked into place. That was him, wasn't it? The son she'd been forced to give up 18 years ago. For once in her life, Mari was stunned speechless. It didn’t last long, though. Mari was stunned, but a very large part of her was also angry.

"Oh, where do you get off?" she demanded. "We decided? You decided and I had little choice in the matter. And now you strut about like you own this place"

She had half a mind to slap him. It was bad enough she'd been forced to give up her first child, to... her hand clapped to her mouth as she realized she was acting like this in front of Bryant. Bry, who knew nothing of his older half-brother.

Oh, God.

"Mom?" Bry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion as he moved towards her. "Mom, what's going on?" It was a near perfect echo of Jeremy’s words, but like him, Bry was confused. He was completely focused on wanting an explanation. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t even anyone else in the room.

Richard whirled around to face Mari, ignoring his son for the moment. "You're the one barging into my world. Jeremy and I, we... we were fine. This intrusion wasn't needed."

Jeremy watched in silent awe. This woman really was his... he'd had always asked about her... and now she was right here. How could this be real?

Bryant, meanwhile was still lost. What the fuck was going on here? “Mom?” he called again.

Without stopping to think, Mari reached forward and slapped the man. Of all the...

"You bastard," she retorted. "You arrogant, self-absorbed bastard. I've no desire for anything to do with you or your precious world."

Without another word she turned her attention back to Bryant, mentally kicking herself as she realized she'd have to explain.

"I'm sorry, Bry," she said quietly, "I.. you shouldn't have to find out like this." He shouldn't have to find out at all. She gave him a look that begged for forgiveness.

"Jeremy is your brother."

Bryant, for once in his life, was speechless. All he could do was stare in disbelief and rub at his head, wondering if he wasn't really still asleep and having a really bad dream.

Richard's mouth fell open as she slapped him, unsure what to say or do. He turned to his son to explain, but the look on Jeremy’s face made it obvious that he already knew. Not knowing what else to do, he simply placed one hand on his back as a show of comfort.

Jeremy watched in awe as the events unfolded. He couldn't help but wonder if the woman standing before him was including him in the 'you and your world' comment. He wouldn't admit it to just anyone but he had always wanted a relationship with his mother.

"I'm sorry," Mari apologized again to Bryant. "I probably should have told you a long time ago, I just.. I never expected to see either of them again."

She sighed and sat on Bryant's bed, looking up for a moment and over at Jeremy. So this was him. The son she'd never known beyond his first minutes of life. She swallowed against the lump that formed in her throat at being face to face with him after all these years.

"You must both have so many questions..."

Richard couldn't help but feel like an ass as he looked at his son. He knew that Jeremy had many questions through his childhood, he just hadn't been up to answering them. Did that make him a failure as a father? He applied a slight pressure to his son's back, as if to say, ‘now's your chance'.

Jeremy couldn't believe they were so calm about the entire situation. This was huge news. How could he be expected to process this all so quickly. He had always known Tamora wasn’t his biological mother and all his life he had worked to hide it as if it was a disgrace. Now faced with a woman who had just made it painfully obvious that she wasn't interested in anything that involved his father's world, he didn't know what to say. As he stood there, he looked over at his half-brother and wondered if the same things were passing through his mind.

Bryant didn't want to ask questions. He wanted too pretend none of it was true. That fucking douche asshole just could not be his brother!

Mari didn't miss the look on Bry's face and she sighed inwardly. She, of course, didn't realize how much the boys despised one another and assumed Bryant was angry with her. At that realization, she couldn't help glaring a bit at Richard. This was all his fault.

"Jeremy, I..." she started, but broke off. What exactly did you say to a son who probably hated you for abandoning him. In front of your other son who until a moment ago didn't even know he HAD an older brother, no less.

This just wasn't good at all.

Richard roll his eyes. Why did she keep glaring at him, it wasn't like he had created this situation all on his own. It took two to tango and if his cheek wasn't still stinging and the boys weren't sitting right there, he would have reminded her of that. After all, he had been honest with his son.

Jeremy looked between the woman and the other boy as she spoke his name. It was all very surreal. That was his mother... and a brother... and they were there. He might not like Bryant very much, but he was willing to overlook that at the moment. This was bigger than the animosity between them. If Bryant would just quit giving him dirty looks, that would be great. It wasn’t like any of this was his fault. He was just an innocent bystander.

“What happened here?” Mari asked suddenly, taking in the boys’ appearances for the first time. It seemed easier to focus on the fight for a moment than on her own feeling of awkwardness. The three teenagers all spoke at once. “He tackled me!” “He started it!” It was hard to tell who was saying what and finally Mari let out a shrill whistle. “One. At. A. Time,” she instructed.

Dari spoke up in the brief silence that followed. “Jeremy was only defending me,” she said, looking at Richard. She didn’t want him to get into trouble. She doubted he would, but she wanted his dad to know he hadn’t done anything wrong. “Bryant was being a jerk and he said some.. stuff.. and Jeremy was only defending me.” As stupid as it sounded, she felt responsible.

Mari frowned as the boys rushed to add their own perspectives, but Richard merely chuckled. They were boys. Mari’s son was obviously a rude little shit if he’d insulted Dari for no reason, but he didn’t think a fight was a big deal. He certainly didn’t intend to punish Jeremy for doing something he would have done in the same position.

“Are you both all right?” Mari asked them. She wasn’t thrilled about her son - no, her sons - fighting, but it certainly wasn’t the first time Bryant had been in a fight. “I’m fine, Mom,” Bryant told her with a roll of his eyes. Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Doesn’t even hurt.” She smiled at them each in turn, a little relieved by that. “Good, I’m glad,” she said. The words were for both of them. She couldn’t find the words to articulate it right there, but a part of her hoped she might have a chance to make things up to Jeremy.

Richard cleared his throat after the reassurances died out. "Mari, I think that we may need to talk... without the boys." There were things that needed to be discussed and the teenagers didn't need to be involved... at the moment. He and Mari had moved on with their lives over the past 18 years but he couldn't very well expect her to keep up their agreement... not if she didn't want to... not after this.

Mari nodded. They couldn’t sit here in the security office, anyway. They spoke a moment more, long enough to exchange room information and make plans to meet once they’d gotten the kids settled. After a little discussion, Mari suggested he just come by her hotel room and they could go from there. Richard agreed and they went their separate ways for the moment, Dari’s hand slipping into Jeremy’s as the followed Richard back toward their own rooms.

---

It was insane that either of the adults felt the need to freshen up for their meeting. That’s exactly what they both did, though. Showers, a smattering of cologne, a change of clothes. It was all unnecessary, but they made excuses to themselves. It was warm out. They were sweaty. The shower gave them time to think about what had just happened. Maybe some of it was even true, but there was a part of Richard, anyway, that couldn’t help thinking that Mari was just as beautiful as she’d been nearly two decades ago when they’d first met.

Mari had just re-applied her makeup when there was a knock on her door. She answered it, her mouth forming a thin line as she let Richard in. She knew they needed to talk, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. A part of her just really wanted to hit him again.

Richard entered the hotel room as she invited him in, being sure to keep well over an arms length between them. He didn't plan to say anything that would get him smacked but then again, he wasn't trying to get smacked the last time either.

"It appears that our..." that couldn't come out right. He redirected his train of thought. "How would you like to handle things from here on out?" He was sure that their original plan could no longer work. Both boys knew and they were going to be classmates until the end of the year. Surely she would want a relationship with Jeremy. He knew that their son would want one with her, especially now.

Mari just stared at him a moment. How did she want to handle things? There was so much to consider. Bryant, for one. Would he be okay with it all? And Jeremy.. would he even want to get to know her?

"I don't know," she admitted finally, chewing softly on her lower lip. She wanted to stay angry at him for it all, but she couldn't really keep that up. She hated him for what had happened. She saw him as a spoiled, arrogant jackass. If things had gone differently all those years ago, though, she wouldn't have Bryant now. Or any of her other children.

Richard looked at her as though he was trying to read her thoughts, but he continued. "I'm not sure about how things are... how your family is going to feel," he shrugged, "but Jeremy is going to want to get to know you." He had never thought he'd be faced with this conversation, especially not after 18 years. "I'm sure, however, that he'll understand if you can't..." he allowed his voice to trail off, trying not to anger the woman. They had obviously passed the point of making this easy several years ago but he didn't want her to feel pressured.

"Do you really think so?" Mari asked, her face much more hopeful than she would have liked. What was it about this man that made her feel like she was 20 again and forget how to mask her emotions?

"We agreed.." she started, a little more calmly. "I don't want to... intrude.." The truth was that she could care less about Richard being inconvenienced, but she was scared. What if Jeremy didn’t like her? What if he hated her for giving him up? A part of her wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to leave the past in the past.

“Of course, Mari." Richard didn't think her reaction was odd in the slightest. "I know he would; he's been asking me about you since he learned to talk." He hung his head, "I've never known how to answer him."

He looked up at her again, "Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice..."

We didn’t make that choice. You did, Mari thought, but she didn’t say the words out loud. Instead, she let out a sigh and allowed herself to move closer to Richard, leaning slightly against the desk near where he was standing.

"I don't know," she said. "I really don't. I mean if we hadn't.. well I wouldn't have Bry now, or any of the others. But.. I've missed out on so much with Jeremy. I don't know how.. how am I supposed to make that up to him?"

She'd carried around her hatred for Richard, for the whole situation for so long. It was weird now to be talking with him like this, but she knew that yelling at him for things that couldn’t be changed wouldn’t accomplish anything. Figuring out what to do now was more important than dwelling on the past.

Richard understood her concerns, however, he didn't honestly believe that Jeremy would hold a grudge. "I really don't think he'll... he's always been so curious about you, I imagine that he'll just be glad to be around you."

He sighed deeply. "I'm sorry if I've wronged you and I'm sorry if I've managed to destroy the obviously happy future you have created for yourself..." he let his words trail off again. Not know what to say and how to say it annoyed Richard; he had always been a well spoken man but a few minutes in a room with her apparently turned him into a boy. "I would hope that we can arrange this in a fashion that won't effect your life negatively."

Mari nodded, not sure whether to trust those words, but hopeful that he was right. "I would like to.. I mean if he's okay with it.."

She shook her head and held up a hand as the man apologized. "No, Richard, it's alright." She reached over and lightly touched the spot where she'd slapped him.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," she said quietly, biting her lip again. "It been an weird day, hasn't it?" It seemed to be getting weirder. She hated the man, but here she was touching him and apologizing for a slap she’d thought he richly deserved less than an hour ago.

Richard stared at her as she touched his face. It had been an odd day indeed. He was on vacation with his sons, getting ready to attend yet another of his father’s weddings and he had managed to run into a woman he hadn't seen in almost 20 years. "I believe I deserved it," he said, smiling a bit.

They continued to talk, discussing the logistics, making plans for him and Jeremy to meet her and the other kids later that evening so introductions could be made. It still felt surreal to be having this conversation, but Mari couldn’t help being happy about the chance for a relationship with her firstborn. Mari recognized that Richard didn’t have to be so cooperative, so supportive and she was grateful. "Thank you," she said, looking up and meeting his eyes, flashing him a brief smile." Her hand brushed against his to emphasize her words. She wanted him to know that she appreciated his willingness to work this out.

Richard didn't know what it was, maybe it was the way she looked at him... the feel of her hand on his but he had a sudden desire to kiss her. "You don’t need to thank me, Mari. This is the right thing to do for our son. I wouldn’t have it any other way." The urge to kiss her lingered along with his gaze and without thinking, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Maybe it was the stress of the situation or the reminder of their past or something else entirely that caused Mari to go crazy and forget for a moment that she had a husband and a family and that she definitely was NOT 20 anymore.

Whatever it was, she found herself responding to that kiss, her arms moving around his neck, her hands gripping the back of his head, as she deepened it, almost desperately. The sparks they felt when around one another had always been obvious - look at Jeremy - but one would assume that their chemistry would have waned over time, that 20 years later they wouldn't still be so attracted to one another. One would have also been painfully wrong. As soon as he felt her respond, Richard wrapped his arms around Mari, pulling her into him as if no time had passed since their last kiss.

Somewhere deep down Mari knew this was just wrong, but that part of her brain wasn't really functioning at the moment. It had been years since anyone had kissed her quite like this and even in the beginning, she'd never had quite the fire with Tony that she apparently still had with Richard. Not that she was thinking of that at the moment. Or of anything other than how good it felt to be with him like this again. It was almost as if no time at all had passed since the last time they’d done this. Her hands shifted clutching desperately at his shoulders, tugging lightly at the material of his shirt, while her lips moved hungrily against his.

Richard hadn’t made out with a woman like this in years. He’d never been exactly faithful to Tamora, but this was different even that his trysts with maids and other random women. He felt like a teenager again as he tugged her closer and deepened the embrace. Richard ran his hands under the back of her shirt, across the small of her back, only to find that her skin was just as silky as he had remembered; he moaned slightly and tugged on her bottom lip. This was every bit as amazing as it had always been.

Mari couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this. Like Richard, she felt like a teenager again. She felt truly desired for the first time in nearly two decades. This was crazy and some small part of her knew that, but she was so far out of touch with that part of her, just living in the moment. She gasped as his hands touched her skin and she felt the tugging on her lip. Without thinking about just what she was doing, she tugged again at his shirt, working at the buttons and pushing it from his shoulders, while her lips moved to his jawline.

Richard, lost in what appeared to be his second childhood, allowed his shirt to fall from his shoulders to the floor and wrapped both arms around her, crushing her frame to his as he bent to trail kisses down her neck. The only thing on his mind was that he wanted her right then as much as he'd ever wanted her. Finding her lips again, he turned her and backed her into the desk he'd just been sitting on, starting to tug at the tank top she wore.

Mari was lost in.. whatever it was they were doing, moaning softly as his lips brushed across her neck. Desperate hands pulled at his tie, loosening it and beginning to work at the buttons of his shirt. It was as though something had transported her back 18 years in time, to that night that had created Jeremy to begin with.

As she made contact with the desk, however, she seemed to come back to herself and she abruptly pulled away, clapping her hand over her mouth and staring at him, half in guilt, half in shock.

"What are we doing?" she managed, though her heart was racing and she was struggling a bit to catch her breath and a big part of her just wanted to get back to whatever it was, no matter how wrong it might be.

He groaned against her skin as he felt her tugging at his tie and buttons. If it was wrong, he didn't care... there was no turning back at this point; Richard was happily lost in whatever time he had been transported to...

"What are we doing?"

He wanted to grab her, things were so much simpler when he was touching her.

"God, Mari. I dunno..." he took a step back, panting.

He was panting. When was the last time a woman... any woman had gotten him so excited? As he stood there and looked at her, watching her chest heave just as heavily as his and he knew... he hadn't felt this way since the last time he had been with her. With no explanation, no more words, he stepped forward and began kissing her again, giving her no chance to protest.

Though her mind was now screaming at her that this was completely wrong and insane, she couldn't seem to stop herself from returning his kiss, her hands desperately pulling at him again. She hadn't felt anything like this in such a long time and she wasn't quite willing to let go of that feeling just yet.

No, this is wrong.

She pulled away again and just stared breathlessly at him for a moment, watching the way his chest heaved, the way he was looking her. She couldn't remember the last time Tony had looked at her like that. If he ever had.

"Oh, fuck it," she muttered, deciding that she might be going to hell, but it would be well worth it. She reached for him again, pulling him in and crushing her lips against his in another searing kiss.

Richard looked at her when she pulled away, expecting that to be the end of it. He figured she'd had finally come to the senses that he wasn't allowing any where near him. She mumbled something he didn't quite catch and then, to his relief, she was kissing him again.

He picked her up by the waist and sat her on the desk, never removing his lips from hers, as if he was frightened she'd really end it if he stopped. He pulled at her shirt, nipping and pulling at her lips, determined not to let her think about anything but him. Richard only pulled away long enough to pull the top over her head and toss it to the floor.

Mari picked up where she'd left off, her hands moving to his shorts as her lips moved hungrily against his as her hands traveled over the exposed flesh of his chest and back. How could he still be so incredibly sexy? Her mind was a jumble of everything and nothing as they kept tugging at clothing, discarding it piece by piece. There was a certain franticness to their actions, as though they couldn’t get rid of the material between them quickly enough Everything in the world was forgotten as they came together, their groans and curses filling the otherwise silent hotel room.

Spent, Richard collapsed onto the desk beside Mari, trying to catch his breath, allowing his hand to rest on her stomach. He grinned to himself as he felt the struggled rise and fall of her breathing. Unfortunately, as he rested there, quite happy with himself, his conscience decided to kick in and send him all of the warnings and cautions it should have sent from the very beginning. What had they just done?

It took Mari a few moments to catch her breath and come back to herself. That had been...

Fucking hell. What was she doing? She was married. She had four children with Tony. And here she was, fucking her old flame in an empty classroom like they were a couple of horny teenagers.

"Oh, god," she moaned, bringing hand up to her face and shaking her head. She sat up, looking around the room for her clothing, which was strewn all over the place, and finally over at Richard.

"That was... what was that? Other than fucking amazing... But.. so not the point.. What on earth were we thinking?" She didn't exactly expect him to provide her with an answer, but she couldn't seem to stop herself babbling.

They had... they had... he tried to stay calm... he had known what he was getting into but... bloody hell. Richard sat up with her and surveyed the mayhem they had left behind them. He closed his eyes briefly before trying to focus on the things she was saying. What had they been thinking?

"Mari," he said, trying to calm her... but what was he going to follow it up with? What could he say? "Mari," he reached for her, "it's okay." It's NOT okay, his brain screamed, You are both married how the HELL is it okay? He rested his hand on her shoulder, "Calm down." He couldn't help but wonder if he was about to be slapped again. His brain... his everything was screaming the same things she was saying but he tried to hold onto his calm.

"How?" she questioned, blinking with surprise at how he could be so calm. She shrugged off his hand - him touching her? probably not the best idea, though the damage had probably already been done - rolled off the desk and moved about the room, retrieving her clothes.

"How on earth is it okay?" she asked as she hurriedly started dressing herself. "We're bloody.. idiots.. acting like a couple of bloody teenagers." She turned again to stare at him. "How can you be so calm about it?"

"I dunno, Mari," he raised his voice and buried his face in his hands. "I don't have a clue how this is going to be alright. I was only saying what I thought you might need to hear."

He stood up and followed her example of dressing. What the hell had he been thinking? Richard pulled his pants on as he watched her stalk around the room. "What do you want me to say... or do?" he questioned, in genuine curiosity. "I can't take it back." He didn’t really want to.

Mari shook her head, trying to clear it, and took a step towards Richard before remembering what a bad idea that was and stopping herself. "It's.. I'm not blaming you, Richard," she said, a bit more calmly. "It takes two, right?" She grinned a bit ruefully and dragged a frustrated hand through her hair.

She knew he was only trying to help, but she didn't want to be comforted just then and she certainly didn't want to think about how she didn't really want to take it back. So she decided to push all that away in favor of focusing on the original issue.

“We should.. we both need to talk to our kids...” she suggested. She wasn’t trying to kick him out, not really, but considering what had just happened, maybe they shouldn’t be alone in this room anymore.

Richard watched her, silently wishing that things were as simple as they had been 10 minutes ago. Of course the 10 minutes ago was what had them in this situation as it was. He sighed and nodded. It did indeed take two to tango... what the hell had they been thinking?

Having finally dressed himself, he brushed his hands over his shirt. "Yes, we should. I imagine they are anxious to find out what is going on in their futures." Adding a silent, ...and we clearly can't be trusted.

He didn’t especially want to go, but Richard knew it was for the best and once they were both dressed, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, careful to keep it innocent before letting himself out. Even as he left, though, he couldn’t help looking forward to seeing her later.

---

It was a few hours later when the Pitts and Sawyers were beginning to gather around a large table on the beach. Richard had used his money and influence to arrange a private dinner for them, where they could all talk and get to know one another freely without interruption. Jeremy was grinning at his mother as they made small talk. Mari’s children were playing on the beach, even though she’d called out to them once already to come and sit.

“What do you...” Whatever Mari had been about to ask the son she’d just met was interrupted by a sudden blur of curls as the tiny figure launched herself at Jeremy. “Are you REALLY my brother?” the girl asked excitedly. When Jeremy nodded, she kept going. "I'm Isabella, but everyone calls me Izzy." Mari shook her head as Izzy forced her way into Jeremy’s lap. “She’s... eleven,” she explained, but it was probably obvious from her smile that she wasn’t complaining. Jeremy merely grinned. This little girl was amazing. He quickly started to question her on her classes, her teachers, everything. He’d never had a sister before and Izzy was obviously the coolest little sister anyone could ask for.

Izzy answered all of Jeremy's questions - yes she liked her classes and she thought the one of her teaches was the epitome of cool - “He has a mohawk! - and she couldn't wait for middle school and she worked harder than Bry, which certainly wasn't saying much and her absolute favorite class was PE but father really didn’t approve. The little girl grinned and cuddled her new big brother as she sat their in his lap.

Mari’s gaze had locked with Richard’s while Jeremy and Izzy bonded and she was trying very much to ignore how the look he was giving her made her feel when her daughter suddenly looked back over at her and blurted out, "Do you think you're likely to do it again? Because brothers are great, but I think it'd be brilliant to have a sister."

The look on Mari's face at that question was a perfect mixture of shock, amusement, and complete embarrassment as she stammered out a reprimand.

"Izzy!"

Jeremy nodded and laughed at all the right times, promising to teach her all the things she wanted to know that they DIDN’T teach in school. If it wasn’t obvious, he was completely smitten. In a matter of minutes this eleven year old had managed to wrap him securely around her little finger.

"Do you think you're likely to do it again? Because brothers are great, but I think it'd be brilliant to have a sister."

Richard and Jeremy, both, openly snorted at her question, even as Mari reprimanded the girl.

Richard kept silent through his smirk, but Jeremy couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Yeah Dad," he said laughing so hard his sides hurt, "Are you likely to do it again?" He wasn't sure if his new found little sister understood the implications of everything she had said... but surely she couldn't right? She was only 11. He was equally shocked to find himself thinking she'd better not. A few minutes in and he already found himself feeling insanely protective of the girl.

Izzy blinked innocent, unsure what exactly she had said. Partly because she was far too excited about the promises Jeremy was making to think of much else and partly because it really had been an innocent question on her part.

Mari, meanwhile, glared at Richard muttering a "Good Lord, don't encourage her," his way while Bryant, who had finally arrived at the table in the middle of this conversation, merely intensified his glare. As much as he sometimes hated his own father, the idea of his mother procreating with that.. that father of Jeremy fucking Pitt was one he absolutely hated. Despite the fact that Richard actually seemed kind of nice. He'd yelled at his mother earlier and that sort of thing wasn't easily forgiven and Bryant figured he must be some sort of jerk if he'd helped spawn Jeremy.

Mari looked over at Jeremy and tried very hard not to smile, though the corners of her mouth twitched with the effort. "And don't you encourage her either," she said.

Richard held up his hands in innocence but continued to laugh.

Jeremy couldn't help smiling but when he glanced over at Bryant, he suddenly remembered why this wasn't going to be easy. There were more... and there was a chance they would be just like him. He smile faltered a bit but not completely. "It appears that she doesn't need encouragement," he replied to his mother.

Mari reached out and swatted playfully at Richard. "Oh, stop," she said. "You're just as bad as they are!" The gesture was far too familiar and made her feel oh-so-awkward and retracted her hand quickly. Richard noticed the way Mari had pulled away from him and he couldn’t help his slight frown. For several minutes, he had forgotten about their... previous actions but she obviously had not. As much as he knew they shouldn’t have done it, he couldn’t regret their actions.

The rest of the dinner passed similarly. Mari’s other children weren’t nearly as welcoming as Izzy, but the little girl was almost awesome enough to make up for it. They played on the beach after dinner, until Mari announced that it was time for the two younger children to head towards bed. She asked Jeremy to have lunch with her the next day, though, and he grinned brightly as he agreed.

---

Jeremy wasn’t remotely surprised to find Dari waiting for him once the dinner had broken up. She slipped her hand into his without a word and tugged him gently toward the beach. “Interesting day, huh?” she ventured, looking over at him and trying to read his expression. Jeremy wasn’t really a talkative guy, but she knew today had been a shock. She wasn’t pushing, but if he wanted to talk about it, she was going to be here to listen.

Jeremy made a face that was somewhere between confused and.. she didn’t know. “To say the least,” he admitted, rubbing at the back of his head with his free hand. It went without saying, but he was grateful for Dari. For almost 18 years, he’d dreamed of meeting his mother, but that hadn’t kept today from being a little overwhelming.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was going through.

Jeremy shrugged. "Not really. I dunno what to say about it, really." He gave her hand a squeeze, though, grateful that she was here. Meeting his mother wasn’t a bad thing, but it was a lot to take in. It helped to have Dari at his side.

“Soooo, wanna make out, then?” she asked him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Some people might find that insensitive, but she knew Jeremy better than she knew herself. Sometimes, the best thing in the world was a good distraction when you head was too full of thoughts you couldn’t articulate.

Jeremy flashed her a genuine grin at that. “I thought you’d never ask.”

They paused in their walk, then, Dari lifting up on her toes so she could press her lips to his. Jeremy returned the kiss, his arms slipping around her automatically as he deepened the embrace. It felt good to let go of the weirdness of the day, to let go of everything that wasn’t Dari and how she made him feel as they found a quiet little section of beach where they could lose themselves in one another for awhile.

themouserace @ 2012-03-05T15:23:00

2012-03-05T19:36:54Z

Who: Robbie Montgomery & Hope Pitt
What: Text Message aka Groveling
When: Monday August 5th; 3pm
Rating: PG? IDK. Possible language.

Hey.

themouserace @ 2012-02-26T02:29:00

2012-02-26T06:45:14Z

Who: Alicia Watson and Joseph Richardson
What: Birthday giftage!
Where: Delivered in person at his house
When: As soon as they woke up Saturday morning
Rating: PG

(Basically, it's a scrapbook filled with pictures and mementos from their relationship - ticket stubs from movies and things like that, plus pictures of them together.)

Happy Birthday, baby! I love you. -Alicia

themouserace @ 2012-02-26T02:27:00

2012-02-26T06:38:45Z

Who: Bri Grey & Joseph Richardson
What: Text Message
When: Saturday July 25th; just after midnight
Rating: G

Happy Birthday!

themouserace @ 2012-02-25T23:19:00

2012-02-26T03:38:34Z

Who: Dari Davison and Friends!
What: Impromptu Pool Party!
Where: Dari's house!
When: Saturday afternoon, starting around 1pm
Rating: PG

Dari sent a text to pretty much all of her friends inviting them to this yesterday afternoon. Everything was provided, so all anyone needed to bring was themselves and a bathing suit. There was plenty of food and plenty of drinks, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic. Dari's family has plenty of money, so everything was really, really nice. The pool is heated and there is also a jacuzzi. There is also a relatively large lake/pond than spans across hers and Jeremy's backyards.

You can check my plot sheet to see if your character is considered a friend by Dari and would have been invited. Of course, even those without an invitation could have heard from someone else and decided to crash. ;)

If you have any questions, just LMK!

themouserace @ 2012-02-16T03:20:00

2012-02-16T02:52:32Z

WHO: Chance Moore and Arianna Reese
WHAT: A date at the Brookfield Petting Zoo
WHEN: Wednesday July 16, 2011 about 10 am

Walking back to the primates was first thing on the agenda for today. Chance called ahead and apparently they were doing bottle feeding of baby monkeys at 10:30. For the first time, he was glad it was summer. Normally summer brought back lots of bad memories and bad experiences with an absentee caretaker, but this summer, being with Ari, was amazing.

Though the nerves were killer. His heart raced being around her, and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He wasn't sure what it was about her, why he felt like she was new and familiar at the same time, but he did. The thought of it excited and scared him. He didn't entirely understand his feelings and what they meant, but he loved spending time with her, getting to know her better. And maybe, they'd become something. He'd never know until he tried.

"This is going to be really fun. I'm glad we're doing this. Baby monkeys and leopards! Who would have thought right? Start to a perfect day!"

themouserace @ 2012-02-11T21:55:00

2012-02-12T02:09:30Z

Who: Teddy Dixon and Hope Pitt
What: Text Messages
When: Saturday July 11th, 11am
Rating: PG

Hey, sweetie. How are you holding up?

themouserace @ 2012-02-02T09:33:00

2012-02-02T14:08:11Z

Who: Arianna Reese and Chance Moore
What: Hanging out at the lake
When: Thursday, July 2nd; early afternoon
Where: The lake
Rating: PG
Status: In Progress

After only a few weeks at camp, Arianna was back home with her family and friends. She was a little bummed to not still be working at her Bible Camp, but she was getting over it. It seemed like everyone in school always had inside stories or jokes that she missed out on when school started. Maybe this year she'd have her own memories and secrets to keep. With the Fourth of July days away, she was excited for a little sunbathing and swimming. When Chance had suggested they go, she agreed instantly. She would be able to relax and not have to keep her eyes out on her campers.

Dressed in a modest bikini and covered by her terry cloth cover up dress, Arianna had her sunglasses and flip flops on as well. Scouting out a good spot on the beach, she ran over and laid their blanket down. "This was such a great idea, Chance. I could use a little relaxing and some color!". She put the bag with their towels, sun screen and snack food down on one corner of the blanket and directed him to put the cooler on the other. Taking off her flip flops, she put them down on another corner of the blanket.

A huge smile was plastered to her face. Arianna absolutely loved the water. She couldn't wait to jump in. However, she knew she had to put sunscreen on first. Digging into her bag, she pulled out her SPF40. Squirting a littled onto her legs, she worked the lotion slowly into her thighs and calves. After she was done with her arms and face, she blushed when she took off her cover up. Arianna had a big crush on two boys. Teddy Dixon and Chance Moore. Chance was about to see her in a bikini. The thought made her a little nervous, but she got past it.

"Wanna borrow my lotion when I'm done?". Working the lotion over her stomach and chest she handed it to him. "Help me get my back?"

themouserace @ 2012-01-27T13:32:00

2012-01-27T17:53:17Z

Who: Melia Ridley & EVERYONE!
What: Surprise Birthday Party!
Where: Ollie & Sammie's house!
When: Monday June 30th.
Rating: PG, Probably.
Status: OPEN Group Thread.

Plenty of food, cake, balloons, punch, etc!

Teddy was responsible for delivering Melia to the party. Everyone jumped out and yelled surprise as he removed the blindfold.

Plenty of swimming, dancing, etc. Feel free to start your own threads in the comments or comment to the OOC thread to discuss things!

themouserace @ 2012-01-26T19:47:00

2012-01-27T00:08:41Z

Who: Jase Forrester and Jeremy Pitt
What: Drunk Texting
When: Thursday June 26th; 11pm
Rating: PG

dude Iy juSt had the best idea

themouserace @ 2012-01-26T04:03:00

2012-01-26T02:18:33Z

WHO: Shane and Leslie
WHAT: Text
WHEN: Wednesday night

Hey sexy, so Melia's party. Tallie's going. I get to go, too. Want to meet up. I have an amazing two piece I want to show you.

themouserace @ 2012-01-25T20:59:00

2012-01-26T01:14:04Z

Who: Spencer Lewis and Tiffany Hartman
What: text message
When: Wednesday, June 25, 2011: 12PM
Rating: G

Hey, good lookin'!