"Will.." Will could feel the slightest pink brushing across her cheeks. The heat following his fingers drawing a simple line down her neck; the reaction being to lean her lips onto his own, in what was intended a sweet peck, but became his lips curving and deviating from their original intention.. And she truly smiled, because he was smiling. A forgetfulness taking anything she'd done, and any falter or blemish to her personality and skin alike. He'd come just for her, and Will smiled, biting her lip a little as she stared into Caleb's penetrating eyes.
It only took a moment, as he looked at her intently, for Will to find herself pulling his face forward with both hands, pouting slightly, and withholding a smile as he mirrored her. There was an intense rush of something; like a storm, when his lips crushed against her.. Making their way from her mouth, along her jaw.. Wandering down her neck.. "Caleb!"
Will found herself shrieking, laughing for what somehow seemed like an eternity, at him blowing a loud raspberry against her skin; the vibration tickling as he continued, with his grin being pressed against her.. She grinned then, as he reached the slope of her neck to her shoulders; teeth grazing past her skin as he silently pulled at the cotton strap of her vest. "You're so amazing.."
"You're so not getting my top off.." She grinned as he dropped the material to lie back on her shoulder, caught red handed by her mirth. He slid back then, and she grinned as he pulled his own up at the front, smirking charmingly, though something seemed a little out of place.. "Are you honestly trying to trade?"
"Is it working?"
"You'd have been luckier, if I was Irma." He frowned then, and Will felt herself laughing at the pout he formed, "I much prefer my men strong and forc-eful!"
She collapsed into him, as he pulled her up, away from the bed and into his arms; she'd squeaked as his lips smashed against her own; obliteratingly crucial to the extent that her mouth pulsed violently, his tongue pushing into her mouth and she almost choked as she threatened to laugh again.. Until she realized that he'd never been as certain..maybe..once. "I know, and I love that about you.."
"Maybe you should go home.." A part of her begged that he would, as a discomfort seized her.. Or was that his hand, pulling closer her waist. "Yan Lin will.."
"Yan Lin will..? Will, I don't live there anymore.." Suddenly she started to recall it too, and she shrieked will a little more panic, less laughter, as he pushed her back and she felt her back and shoulders hitting bars.. Her arms behind her, as he grinned.. "I'm so so very sorry, Will.."
"NO! CALEB!" Wilhelmina Vandom swallowed thick lung-fulls of the cool breeze.. And her instinctive reaction was to turn to her mother, even gladder to find that the woman wasn't there again, though a familiar voice in her mind only snidley remarked of fucking Collins, in a context that she'd never prefer to think of. It had only been a dream.. The thought ran through her as a phrase her mother repeated as a child, and Caleb.. Well, a much less desirable version crept in and she knew that it had been no dream; simply a warped reality she was expected to face, though in the previous scene she'd been portrayed as the victim.
She was, most certainly, not. She didn't want to go to school today.