Ends in a Baseball game

[Boy]

For once that intense stare he directed at almost everything looked perfectly at place. Boy was still leafing curiously through one of Wendy's books, curled up on the floor, completely wrapt by the contents. There were others around him as well, but he was more organized now. Relaxed and able to take simple pleasure just from reading, and perhaps, learning.

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy is tired and nervous. Resting her head on a book, she'd fallen asleep in a tangle of her own spindly limbs, curled up amidst books on the couch behind him. Shaggy hair splayed out across a teal cushion she'd silk screened black unicorn on. She'd awoken, and been watching Boy for awhile now, drumming up the courage to speak.*.. Boy? um. Think we can talk now?

[Boy]

"Hm?" Was all he'd really said. He was more tranquil, though, and much more receptive. He snapped the books shut and swiveled on the ground to face Wendy. His face was passive. He might not talk much tonight, but he was at least ready to listen.

[Wendy Berber]

Ok.. um. Well... Um.. *She's been thinking how to bring this up, and nothing seemed quite right. So she asks.* Um.. did I tell you. how I got the s-s-scars?

[Boy]

Ah. It was time for that then. He unfolded his legs to crawl up to the couch, bringing himself closer to her, but keeping a fair distance at the other end. "Well...no. I mean I saw them and I wanted to ask. But I thought it was one of those things...you don't really ask about."

[Wendy Berber]

Ok.. *A deep breath.* so... Maybe.. from the top.. I have, alot of brothers and sisters. Alot. I'm the um, Third oldest g-girl. Last time, that I was h-home, there were tw-twelve of us left. Probably more.. now. Maybe.

[Boy]

His eyes widen at that. "Twelve? Wow." And still more? That really is a lot."

[Wendy Berber]

..My older sister, uh, was mated to a g-g-glasswalker.. um, named Killswitch. *She cringes at the name, drawing her legs up and trying hard not to let fear stop up her words. She'd promised Dietrich. She swallows and curls a little smaller.* They were only mated a um, a coupled days, when he b-brought her back. *She wets lips gone dry, shaking her head against a memory. Eyes shut.* We.. Buried her in the um. In the back yard.

[Boy]

Another blink, eyes wider this time, and the corners of his mouth tugged downward against his volition. The only thing he could think to say was "Oh". His hands crawled closer to her, finding her long fingers and tangling them with his own. "Go on." He encouraged.

[Wendy Berber]

My parent still um, owed Killswitch a rr-re-re-replacement um, mate.. and Claire.. she was already m-mated.. to a Fang. My m-mother.. she had um.. Dallied.. I guess.. for a variant on the b-bloodline. And um.. they sent me. .. and .. I'm not.. like Claire... And Killswitch - *Her hands curl tight as she opens her eyes and looks with woeful resignation at the floor.* He didn't want to k-keep me. So he did ..some things.. and hurt me... And sent me back. But the s-silverfangs had sent C-claire back because of um, bad pedigree.. So.. So He got Claire instead.

[Boy]

There's a twitch in Boy's face, and his hands gradually tighten as he listens, like slowly boiling water. As hard as it was for Wendy to talk about it, he seemed to be getting just as upset from listening. "He hurt you? He put those scars on you?"

[Wendy Berber]

yeah.. *Wendy's pale, breathing deeply so as to explain, rather than get bogged down in the images that ghost behind blue eyes.* Um.. these.. are teeth.. and. *She twitches a leg, pulling her skirt up a little further than appropriate, too mired in terrifying memory to even blush. Across her upper thigh and disappearing into cotton briefs are the deep furrow of claws. Huge claws.*.. and so, When I could walk.. They sent me away.

[Boy]

He was quiet, serious, lost in her scars. He realized all at once the tension in his fingers on hers, and loosened them. "I'm...so sorry..."

[Wendy Berber]

*She shakes her head.* Its ok, i just.. Dietrich.. wanted me to tell you. He wants to go. And.. get the rest of us I guess. It was a full moon. I just.. I thought.. Claire would have liked him. *She shrugs boney shoulders. There. Confessed. wasn't she supposed to feel better? Her head droops as she maintains her hollow stare at the floor. Wendy Berber, failed breeding fodder. Somehow she didn't feel this was an improvement. Her voice is nearly inaudible as she pulls her hands away from him and curls round her knees.* I'm sorry.

[Boy]

"Sorry?" he asks, confusedly regarding his now empty hands. "Sorry for what? This couldn't have been easy for you, I know. Talking about it, its very...brave."

[Wendy Berber]

*She's curled tight and silent, head buried in her knees. A shamed nod.*

[Boy]

"Hey." And that hand reaches out to her now, resting on one shoulder, then another, and then pulling himself closer to embrace her. "What's wrong?"

[Wendy Berber]

*She unfurls and wraps her arms around him, red with humiliation. She buries hear into his neck and whispers thinly.* I didn't want you to. know that.

[Administrator]

Boy, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Now)

[Boy]

He holds her tighter to him now, face nuzzling at the top of her head, muffling his voice to a low murmer as he speaks. "Its okay. It's okay. I won't tell." He lets one hand stroke at her back, the other still holding tight. "And...you don't have to worry. You're...mine...Wendy. I'm not getting rid of you. No way."

[Wendy Berber]

.. You weren't so sure... earlier you thought.. S-st-stupid things. *She mutters, frowning, but nuzzling none the less into the comfort of Boy. Forgiven already, but certainly not forgotten.* Because I was at Dietrichs.

[Boy]

"Yeah." He concedes easily. "But that was stupid. I'm sorry." And even he can feel the thinness of the statement. It would take a lot more to fill up that hole now. "I guess I thought...my mom left. And had Gabby. She left for another family. And then she left Gabby too. Maybe for another family somewhere. I guess I was just afraid that...you...wouldn't keep me."

[Wendy Berber]

No.. no. Boy, I'm yours. I'm your m-mate. And I want to be. I'm n-not going anywhere. Not ever. Ok? *She sniffs and leans back to look at him, eyes meeting his only a moment before drifting off. Moon still too full. * Not ever.

[Boy]

He had that admonished look on his face, hands still holding, but loosely. And after her eyes find his, and then retreat, he advances, pressing his lips against hers boldly, and holding them there.

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy's eyes go wide, fingers curling spindly into the fabric of his shirt as she's kissed, eyes slowly drifting shut as she kisses back timidly. Wow.*

[Boy]

He kisses, she kisses, her fingers get wrapped into his shirt. His drift through her hair, and in the end he seems content just to have her close and keep her there. Content enough, perhaps, to stay that way for the rest of the night.

[Wendy Berber]

*aaaand He pulls away. She quirks her lips, blinking a moment before shrugging and curling into him. This was nice too. Really nice. Maybe nicer. What did she know? A sigh as she rests her head on his shoulder and holds him in return.* Should we g-go to bed?

[Boy]

Perhaps, the way they were holding each other, she couldn't see him blink or wander with his eyes, or wonder with his eyes. "Okay." He said in a whisper and unfolded himself from the couch, standing in front of her and offering a hand. "Lets go."

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy rises to her feet, tilting her head and taking his hand. It had been a long damn day of research. She sighs and wishes for a moment that they had a bigger bed. It might be nice to.. well. cuddle with her mate, she supposed. Her cheeks burn a little as she follows Boy.*

[Boy]

Hand in hand he led her up the stairs and into their room. Their bed. The top was hers, but underneath was his. Underneath. He hesitates, eyes going to Wendy for a moment. Why was his mouth so dry? Why were his hands sweaty?

[Wendy Berber]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) *Wendy tilts her head, hand in Boy's, considering him curiously as he pauses.* [Boy?? Whats in your Uktena Brain?]

[Boy]

to Wendy Berber 'Want' would be the best way to describe it, perhaps. Want, desire, and equal parts apprehension and confusion as well. How old was he again? With the look he had on his face it was a little hard to tell.

[Boy]

"Well." He said breathy. "Good night." And he lowered himself to his knees, then lower, starting to shimmy his way under the bed.

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy blushes crimson. Boy... wanted her. Skinny Wendy Berber. She swallows, worrying her lip with her teeth.* Um... wh-hmm Um.. Ok. Wait! Wait. *She catches his shoulder as he kneels, stooping over, and in one quick awkward movement she presses her lips to his again, stealing a shy kiss.*

[Boy]

He shudders, and its his turn to fill his fingers with the fabric of her clothes. Only there's more boldness to hims, and he tugs, pulls her down to the ground with him as he returns the kiss, not hardly shy about it.

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy folds to the floor with a shy gasp, hand gingerly setting on Boy's shoulder, the other touching his hair gently as she's kissed and kisses back as heatedly, warmth of her blush easily felt against his face. *

[Boy]

As usual, Wendy was on top. That, it seemed, was the way Boy wanted it. His hands swam over her and on occasion paused timidly before venturing for some new adventurous expanse of skin. The shirt she wore wasn't what he wanted. The fabric he found under that in places wasn't it either. And on bare skin he found the places where her back had been scarred, and his fingers travelled the length of it even as he pulled away. "Is this...okay? I mean...is this what you want?"

[Wendy Berber]

*Wendy's pressed close, careful of her limbs as she's positioned atop Boy, smoothing his hair and tracing his features with spidery fingers. Somewhere in the kissing and hesitant touching her glasses had been discarded under the bed. Blue eyes blink at Boy, her voice high and breathy as she swallows and responds.* I think its ok.. um, how about you? Do you um.. f-f-feel ok?

[Boy]

He gives a shuddering laugh and perhaps the brightest smile she's ever seen on him. "Yes. Wonderful." And he pulls her in, hungry for more.

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8) First base? Second? Third? HOME?!?