1Bloodline: Blood's thicker then Water
Written By: Dranz3r
Summary: Kai never knew he had a half sister, but then, neither did his mother and father. Dranzer knew she had a half brother, but never knew his name. She knew her father was alive but didn't care why she had never met him. In her senior year she struggles to determine if she should track them down, or just let the past stay dead.
Chapter Two: An unprecedented meeting
Dranzer gazed at herself in the mirror. It wasn't that she didn't, like dressing up; she was a girl after all. Although she would admit, she did not feel enthusiastic about tonight's dinner. She wore a long black sweater, with a corduroy maroon ruffled miniskirt, black stockings and matching maroon knee high lace up's. Her hair was tied back in an elegant azure ponytail, her slate bangs framed her eyes and she wore only mascara and black eyeliner with some red wine colored lipstick. Well her mother couldn't say she didn't at least coordinate.
She glanced at the clock; Diane would be calling for her at anytime. She tied on a watch and started putting in her earrings and matching garnet pendant. She licked her thumb and smoothed down her manicured eyebrows and straightened the metallic silver, black and gold spike's through her left eyebrow.
"Dranzer honey? Are you ready? We have to leave soon and I want you to eat something" Diane's sugary voice called up the stairs into her daughter's bedroom.
Dranzer glanced at the stairs bemused, wasn't the point of the evening that they were going to go out to eat? Ah, but of course, that was just a show. Dranzer had a more then healthy appetite for her age, and her mother didn't want her coach and doctor to think she was over eating.
Typical.
"Yes, mother, I'll be down in a sec." she called, grabbing her coat and checking her appearance once again.
She trotted down the stairs and swung into the kitchen, her mother set down a plate of food before her. Dranzer, well used to this ritual, calmly ate and then walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and reapply her lipstick.
"Ready?" Her mother asked grabbing her keys and expensive Italian purse.
"Yeah" Dranzer replied taking in her mothers white pant suit, gold earrings and elaborate hairstyle. The obvious attempt to impress only affirmed Dranzer's suspicions.
Dranzer and Diane Masters held few physical attributes that likened them towards each other, but on many other levels they were rather similar. Diane Masters was a tall, rigid woman, a disciplined talent agent who frequently indulged herself in facials, full body soaks and manicures on a weekly basis.
Diane Charlotte Masters was one of the shrewdest minds in the business, her powerful and aggressive approach to marketing her clients, had catapulted her career into elite circles of scouts, sponsors and trainers. Diane's ambitious disposition was passed to her daughter, although she sometimes wondered if Dranzer deliberately held her self back from dominating her Meets. She pushed her daughter almost as hard as she pushed her interns, believing fully in the natural law that it would bring out the best in her.
Dranzer did try her best to please her mother's high expectations, although she had a tendency to slack off. She blamed Foxy, for he made it far too easy to misbehave.
As a single mother, Diane had gone out of her way to educate her daughter in life's laws when most mothers were busy sheltering their offspring of the evils in the world. She had made sure Dranzer was equipped with the knowledge she needed and more importantly, knew how to use it. A direct result of that was her daughter's ability to behold a wisdom beyond her years, she tended to be a few steps ahead of those in her peer group, which as a child had caused as many problems as it had advantages.
Dranzer had a lean body with a wiry strength, as a gymnast, it was a bonus. She was not as tall as her mother, standing an average 5'5, but she was tall for her sport. She wore her two-toned slate and navy hair long and often tied in a high ponytail, her eyes were a violently tumultuous shade of ruby. Also unlike her mother, Dranzer's eyes were slightly tapered upwards, giving them a fierce disposition. Her mouth was sculpted and slightly fuller in its bottom lip. She had high angles in her face that were due to her mixed Scottish and what she suspected to be Asian lineage.
Diane thought very highly of her daughter, even for a parent and attributed Dranzer's exotic sculpting to her father's genetics. Her temper, which rarely showed itself, was also attributed to her fathers' side, as Diane had a tendency to jump to conclusions. Dranzer often thought things through before flying off the handle, however when Dranzer did lose her temper it was almost always a destructive force to be reckoned with.
It was too bad she had never met her father; apparently they were very much alike.
The major aspect her mother and Dranzer had distinctly in common, were two star shaped birthmarks below their right earlobes.
"Can I drive?" Dranzer asked hopefully. Her mother gave her a bemused look "And crash my brand new corvette? I don't think so." she pointed at the passenger side.
Dranzer heaved a dramatic sigh and climbed in the right side of the red Vette. She fastened her seatbelt and leaned against the window.
This would be a long night.
Bryan lay back in his bunk staring up at the wooden panels above him. It wasn't particularly late, the sun had only recently gone down. He had a early dinner, not wanting to deal with the hustle and bustle of the mess, he retired early thinking he would get some sleep. The rest of his dorm mates were either eating or spending time with their girlfriends.
He snorted at the thought. It was not that Bryan had no interest in girls, but most of them just plain irritated him. There was also the excuse that he wanted to see Amber happy before he would dare to do the same. He also realized that he had been on his own for a time too long.
He rolled over on his side and leaned on his arm under the pillow. He would admit he envied to a small extent what Johnny and Miyami had, or even Kane and Aspin, hell, Hitoshi and Shahero even. Maybe not the later, he corrected himself, he really didn't need the headache. He was disgusted with himself, for even thinking about it. But then a small part of him, that sounded suspiciously like Amber stated rather as a mater of fact, he deserved the same happiness.
He sighed heavily. It would be different he decided, if there was actually someone around that he found intriguing enough to talk to and still be in a position to be with. That was the crux of the matter, the girls he may have had an interest in were all niched in places in his life that made them all absolutely unattainable. He scoffed at himself, now he was blaming others for his problems, how pathetic.
If he was lonely that was just tough, he decided forcefully and closed his eyes to sleep.
Dranzer really hated Indian food. She had nothing against the culture, but really, their food stunk. The smell of curry made her want to vomit.
So where did her mother decide to bring her? The new Indian restaurant on the edge of town. She gazed at the menu with her slate brows pinched, suddenly very happy that she had eaten before she had come, if she hadn't she would be sick by now. She wasn't even allowed to indulge in Dr. Kay or Coach Gideon's discomfort because as it happened, they loved Indian food.
Psh. It figured.
"Thank you so much for coming Dr. Kay, I was worried perhaps you might have had another engagement this evening."
Dranzer pursed her lips at her mothers' sugary sweet tone, this was so embarrassing. What normal high school student actually enjoyed having dinner with her coach and athletic doctor? The answer was obvious, but like most over zealous parents, hers thought if she flattered the coach and/or doctor that she would be able to some how make her daughter a star.
"Not at all Ms. Masters, I adore Indian food, why I have been dying to try this restaurant since it opened!" The doctor finished with a perfectly executed giggle that was meant to be girly and indulgent.
She resisted the urge to put a hand to her forehead; would someone please, just put a gun to her head, anyone?
"Oh, I'm so glad you like it" Diane placed a gentle hand to the doctors forearm as both women giggled warmly.
"Of coarse! You always seem to read my mind, Diane." The doctor laughed again and Dranzer mused that she sounded a bit like the hyena from the Lion King.
"I dare say that intuition has been past down to your charming daughter as well" Gideon's cultural lilt cued Dranzer to smile graciously and nod.
Golden rule number One: Do not speak unless spoken too directly.
"Why thank you, Gideon." "Do you mind if I call you Gideon? These titles are all so formal, I am Scottish and we're all about family, you know" Diane's voice had taken on a perpetual laughter and Dranzer noted the beginning of her eminent torture.
'Just stop, mother. Stop now.' She breathed silently, praying this would be short and sweet.
"Not at all. I now know where Dranzer gets her spirit from, her lovely mother of coarse" Gideon stated, sparing a patronizing glance for Dranzer, who once again smiled as if she truly enjoyed the attention.
Truth was, she despised her coach, he was a harsh asshole, but then, she reasoned, he must do it because that was his way as a coach. She figured it was a disciplinary tactic meant to teach her how to focus, to block out all distractions. Well tuning out useless noise was her specialty. Some times she felt a loathing for him, but hell, who didn't?
"You are too kind" Diane took a sip from her glass as she made a guesture of thanks.
"Gideon tells me Dranzer is one of his most avid pupils." The doctor reentered the conversation, effectively grabbing Diane's attention by mentioning her daughter's prowess.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They were off, it was a race of compliments, praise and flattery. The winner would get a hansom check as a personal incentive to do all they could to help Dranzer win, courtesy of Mac Masters Inc. and affiliates. A very simple way to get the results you desire.
Dranzer winged an inquisitive brow to her mother who was raptly engaged in a coma-inducing pitch about how more hours at the gym could easily improve her technique.
Dranzer sat back, it never failed to amuse her how they spoke to her mother, the bank, and not her, the one who was actually doing all the work. She had no illusions, she knew that in reality, she was just a cash cow in many ways, a marketing ploy to further the careers of the people before her. Never mind that she could very well be the one to pay for their ambitious ideals, as such, it gave her a sick pleasure knowing that she was holding her self back and still winning, a testament to just how good she was.
She loved her mother, nothing would change that. She loved Diane Charlotte Masters, her mother and sometimes the only friend she had. She despised however, Ms. Masters, her agent. As for her coach and doctor? They were a dime a dozen. She was on her 5th coach and 6th doctor in her career, she said the word and they were replaced in a heartbeat.
They knew it, she knew it, and she was both envied and respected for it.
The waiter arrived to take their order and from that point on Dranzer winked out. She amused herself by listening to other people's conversations instead.
"You know Kai, perhaps Amber is still getting used to Tala's return. Unfortunately for you she seems to be taking it out on you. It should pass in time"
She heard a distinctly agitated sigh. "good for her, if she wasn't on the team…" a woman's warm chuckle was heard.
"Now Kai. I know you are not used to girls, but sometimes we tend to torment the ones we like"
Dranzer figured Kai must be seated directly behind her, because she could practically feel his resentment. "Mom, I love you. But girls suck, Amber is merely driving that incentive home."
She guessed it was his father that laughed at him. "I suppose you would think that, but what about Mariam?"
"She sounds like a lovely girl"
"she is"
"So, tell me about her" She figured it was his mother that was prying into Kai's business. Really this conversation was amusing her to no known end.
She felt him sigh "I barely know her, we've only been together for a little while. She's good friends with Amber, and at least with Mariam, Amber tends to leave me alone. Sometimes."
Dranzer grinned, for a guy that apparently didn't like the girl he sure spoke of her often; more so then his apparent girl friend.
But that name, Mariam, it sounded so familiar.
"Although, I do know that she was a miss pre-teen candidate, 4th runner up I think" Kai supplied, breaking Dranzer from her listless expression.
She whipped around so fast she startled her dinner guests and ended up hitting Kai's neck with her hair. He turned to stare at her.
They locked gazes for a brief second.
'Quick, Dranzer, think, say something!!'
"Uuhh, sorry, did you mention miss pre-teen candidates, as in the 2000 candidates?" She asked jerkily,
"Dranzer!" She glanced back at her mom for a second before returning her eyes to Kai.
He had dark chocolate eyes and from his jacket he was a Prestonite, then it clicked. "You're part of the Tigers!" She blurted out stupidly. Suddenly recognizing him from the other day, the poor guy only blinked at her in surprise and wariness, "Yeah"
She felt her neck heat as she now had the attention of both tables. She figured she just wasn't able to blend into the backround, because one way or another she seemed to call attention to her.
"Oh god, I am so sorry. Your having dinner, I just over heard and--- I am so sorry" she finished lamely her eyes diverted in embarrassment.
He grinned a pompous smirk at her, "It's okay, are you a fan?" his expression was very handsome and she thought she saw something familiar in his eyes. However she shook it off, he thought she was hitting on him, great.
"Not exactly." She stated bluntly. He raised an inquiring eyebrow at her, "A competitor then?" She was well aware of the self indulgent smiles on the adults at each table. Her face was burning in embarrassment.
"Not even, I'm afraid. Home Team supporter, I'm just good friends with the captain and have to listen to him rattle on about the different teams." She blundered on, hoping to end the conversation early.
She appeared to bore him but he asked her out of politeness anyways, "Which team?"
"Bak – It doesn't matter. I'm sorry to interrupt your meal, please forgive me." She bowed her head ashamedly.
She caught the glances of her dinner companions. Suddenly very annoyed, she gave them a defensive glare "Yes?"
"Tone" her mother snapped sharply. Dranzer huffed in her seat and tried to ignore her obviously embarrassing moment.
"Ah, young love" she heard a woman sigh behind her, oh god.
"indeed, it seems that girls don't think you suck. Perhaps you should give them another chance" his dad's humorous chuckle was warm and teasing. Kai for his part remained silent.
Now if she could just make it through the rest of the evening in peace.
"I am so sorry, please forgive my daughter." No mom, no!!! Just let it go…..please. Dranzer wanted to disappear into the floor. This was mortifying, absolutely horrified she opened her eyes and turned around.
Kai was suppressing with obvious difficulty his pure amusement with her disposition. She very much wanted to tell him to shove it, however, etiquette demanded….
"Not at all, she seems like a very bright girl." His mother winked at him as they watched Dranzer stare at the ceiling in apparent interest.
"Please, let me buy you a round." Her mother insisted hailing a waiter and giving him her instructions. Silently, Dranzer mouthed the words "just shoot me" doing an equally silent mime of putting a gun to her head.
"Let me introduce ourselves, MY name is Diane Masters," she began pointing to herself, then pointing to Dranzer who comically sat at attention, "My esteemed daughter, Dranzer" she guestured with her left "Her athletic physician, Dr. Kay," and then with her right, "And her wonderful coach, Mr. Gideon" Diane introduced each person with the air of self importance and as though she could impress upon these poor people how much better she was then them.
This time Dranzer did not hold back, loudly and with a sigh of remorse she slapped a hand to her forehead, hiding her face. Distinctly she heard Kai snort, and his father cough simultaneously. She commended them, they managed not to laugh, albeit, just barely.
Kai himself, had to bite his tongue in order to remain calm. Who were these people? He did feel sorry for the poor girl at the table, it was now painfully obvious that she did not mean to make a scene. His father however was having as much difficultly as he was in trying to appear calm. His mother had to discretely jab him in the ribs, and simultaneously step on his foot.
His mother raised from her seat to shake hands with Diane, "My name is Jean, it's a pleasure to meet you, this is my husband, Nicolai and my son Kai."
While the adults made further niceties Kai and Dranzer glanced at one another, only to quickly look away, although for two very different reasons.
Dranzer, out of sheer embarrassment.
The moment Kai actually tried to get a good look at her his blood chilled. Her eyes, he knew them, albeit not on her, that shade and how piercing they were. He only knew one man who had eyes like that, it was quite a coincidence for a complete stranger to also have eyes as forbidding as Voltaire's.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Hiwatari, Mr. Hiwatari" and with that the conversation was finally over and each party could return to their meals.
Diane caught her daughters' eye, and gave her a pointed look, which promised they would speak later.
The rest of the meal swept by, Dranzer was preoccupied by analyzing her mothers conversation with the Hiwatari family. She could not for the life of her, remember hearing them mention their last names. When they had introduced themselves, she could have sworn she had only heard their first names.
Soon both Gideon and Kay excused themselves, thanked Diane with ridiculous ceremony and left them with the bill. They hadn't so much as hinted at an offer to pay. That also figured bloody free loaders.
She crossed her arms lazily behind her head as she passed out the doors, waiting until they had strapped themselves into the car before launching her attack.
"So, how do you know Nicolai?" Dranzer asked bemused as her mother dropped her keys and bent to retrieve them from the car floor at the mention of him.
"I don't. We only met because you were being a nuisance as usual. Did you even listen to a word your coach said all evening?" Her mother replied, scolding her daughter.
A frown graced her lips as she ignored the obvious tact to change the subject. She stubbed her nose in the air and clasped her fingers behind the head rest.
"Lair. Please don't insult me, I am your daughter after all" Dranzer said evenly, quite aware that she was evoking her mothers wrath.
"Dranzer." her mother warned.
She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I'll drop it, if you can give me a plausible reason on how you know his surname, if you have never met?" Dranzer said pinning her mother with a hard glare.
Her mother sighed heavily.
"I do not need to answer to you, young lady." he mother said sternly, throwing a look her way.
Dranzer huffed angrily. "Why? I am constantly jumping to your command!!! I only wanted a simple answer" She said scathingly. She was not a child. Why she couldn't just be told the truth by her own mother was quite beyond her.
"Because I am your mother and you are the child. As long as you live under my roof, you will obey the rules and show me proper respect." her mother said in barely contained anger. Dranzer's ruby eyes blazed irritated.
"Fine.." she said opening the door, and stepping out into the cool evening.
"DRANZER"
"Goodnight mother" Dranzer said indifferently, slamming the door and walking brusquely towards the street.
She tapped her phone as her mother drove out the parking lot, going the opposite direction.
"Yo, what can I do for you milady?" Foxy's smooth voice answered the phone, he was slightly breathless and it made Dranzer smile.
"Did I catch you at a bad time Foxy? Did I interrupt a good romping session with yourself?" She asked with lilt to her speech.
Foxy's voice laughed on the other end, and she distinctly heard Raul in the back round asking who was on the phone.
"Not at all, but if that is what is on your mind, you should come over." He said suggestively "Oh hold on a sec." he said exasperated while she chuckled as she heard him move away from the phone.
"What the hell do you want?" She heard a snicker, "Huh? No it's Dranzer." Then another,"What? No you can't talk to her." his voice was muffled but she could still hear the commotion. Raul was probably over, watching some horror flick he had just gotten and hearing that she was on the phone had started to wrestle with Foxy...or at least it sounded like they were wrestling.
Finally the phone was picked up and Foxy's severely out of breath voice came over the line. "Hey I'm back. I had to put midget Raul here, back into his place." He said grunting slightly. She grinned standing beneath a yellow security light.
"Well I hope you aren't going to hard on him, he's fragile Foxy" she reprimanded, knowing full well that Raul was anything but delicate.
He grunted again and she assumed Raul was still putting up a fight. "Yeah right. Ow, fuck , man that hurt." he swore into the receiver, but obviously still speaking with Raul.
She rolled her eyes. "BOYS" she said loudly, demanding Foxy's sole attention.
After much more cursing, scuffling and a muffled oath from Raul; Foxy's voice came back over the line "Right, done now" he said his voice tinted with pride.
"Oh, good. I need you to come pick me up downtown." she said sourly and kicked a stone.
"Are you alright?" He asked suddenly, he sounded so worried, it was cute.
"I'm fine, but I need a place to stay tonight, my mum and I had a fight" she said watching as she kicked another stone into the deserted street.
"No problem, where are you at?"
"You know the new Indian restaurant down near the end of town?" She said glancing around, noticing she was completely alone on the street.
"Yeah, its down past Fields, right?"
"That is the one, I'll be waiting by the door." she said turning around, deciding it would be safer to be near the lighted end of the parking lot.
Not that Bakutan was all that dangerous in the first place, she could have walked home.
"Aight, no worries honey, I'll be there in a few minutes." he said clicking the phone shut. But why should she? She had Foxy as a best friend.
She closed her phone and slid it back into her pocket. Pulling her coat around her tighter, she hurried towards the restaurant.
She leaned back against the cold brick and waited for Foxy, he was awesome, no matter what she needed he was always right there. Ready to help her, not once had he ever let her down.
She sighed, she was very lucky to have him and Raul for friends. She didn't have many, but she had enough. A few close friends, were better then a lot of fake friends.
She pulled her hair out of its pony tail and ran her fingers through it as Foxy pulled up in his slick little pick-up truck.
"Hey baby, need a ride?" he said cheekily, lowering his window as her favorite slipknot song floated out to greet her.
She beamed, rising to her feet and spotted a grumpy Raul in the back seat. "Hey Raul" she said kissing Foxy on the cheek for his actions.
"Hey Dranzer"
They dropped Raul off at his house and headed back to Foxy's. She leaned against the window and stared out at the inky blackness. She sigh heavily and Foxy glanced over to her, a worried expression on his angled fox-like features.
"You gonna be alright?" he asked pulling into his drive.
Dranzer grinned at him, albeit she looked exhausted. "Yeah I'm just tired" she said climbing out of the truck. Foxy killed the engine and followed her.
"Are you sure you don't mind me staying here tonight?" she turned to look at him, stopping long enough for him to catch up. He grinned wickedly at her, enveloping her into a one armed hug as they walked.
"Positive." He said huskily in her ear and sent pleasant chills down her spine. "But I don't promise you will get much sleep" he joked and squeezed her tighter as they strode towards his private entrance; living in the basement had its perks.
She gave him a saucy smile. "Don't even go there Foxman, I might have to punish you" she grinned winking at him.
"Oh god please" he murmured, his lips tilting into a smile. She smacked his arm and walked into his 'lair' as she nicknamed it.
"Go have your shower. I'm going to rummage through your clothes for something to sleep in" she said dismissible.
"Are you going to join me?" he asked in all seriousness. She gave him a pointed look,
"No" she replied firmly.
"Damn" he said stripping his shirt off and heading into the bathroom, tossing the shirt carelessly over a gaming chair that doubled as a laundry basket. His jacket lay disregarded several feet away.
Once he disappeared into the bathroom she sank onto his bed.
"Fuck me." she muttered exasperated with herself.
"I heard that" he called through the door.
"Bite me" she retorted.
"Love too," he paused. "I'd love to fuck you as well" he said casually as an after thought.
"FOXY!!" she growled loud enough for him to hear. She could practically hear him bite his tongue.
"That water isn't cold enough" she called smirking. "Want me to flush the toilet or something?" she offered.
"No, no that's okay" he said, turning the shower on in full force so he wouldn't be able to hear her.
"Awe too bad" she said simply.
Foxy and Dranzer had been friends for the better half of three years, ever since she had transferred. The affection was something that evolved from their mutual respect for each other as friends. The fact that they hadn't acted on their impulses was a testament to their unshakable love for one another. They had confronted their feelings immediately and were rather mature about it, both knowing that losing the other as a friend in favor of a unreliable high school romance was not an option.
Dranzer slipped into her favorite of his shirts. A black and yellow, 'Korn' shirt, that fell just below her hips. She then climbed under his blankets, cuddling a pillow and falling into a state of semi consciousness.
Although they were careful to keep their hands to themselves for the most part and to keep things private, she knew that the last year hand been hard on both of them. He had eventually dated Queen to let off some of his tension and it had grinded on her nerves something awful while he had. Worse even, was knowing that Queen had her paws on Foxy when she couldn't allow herself to be near him. During that time, Dranzer had been distant with him, hoping that perhaps she could get over him. Unfortunately it had back fired because she had ended up developing an infatuation with King.
As soon as Foxy had found out - admittedly it did not take long - he had flipped out and that had been the start of Queen and Foxy's turbulent relationship. For Foxy knew he had no right to step between Dranzer and King. But that didn't stop him from taking every opportunity to take a pot shot at him.
She smiled as she indulged in a quick daydream, involving her bestfriend, albiet a far more mature version and more manly, yeah she supposed that was the word she needed. Then she groaned knowing full well what that meant.
She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Her eyes opened as the shower shut off and she released a breath she had been holding. She shut her eyes forcibly and tried to reason with herself.
If she didn't get a hold on herself, she would have to leave. She knew what would happen once he walked out of the shower and climbed into the bed behind her if she didn't. She would have sex with her best friend.
It was safe; she knew he hadn't slept with Queen, although he wasn't a virgin. She also knew that they had no condoms...okay SHE had no condoms; well she was on the pill so it didn't matter.
She shook her head violently. She shouldn't even be entertaining the idea!
She sighed and got a grip on herself. She was very tired thankfully, but she still had heat simmering pleasantly in her belly. That she could handle, that was normal for her when she was around him.
He walked out of the bathroom at that moment wearing only a towel and grinned fatally at her as he spotted her in his bed.
"Ah, I like that" he said running his eyes along the outline of her figure under his comforter.
She threw a pillow at him. "Put some pants on" she scolded, her tone even.
He sighed. "Why? I never sleep with clothes on, you know that. " he argued, purely for the sake of it. All the same he started to look for something to put on, his left hand holding his towel as he rooted through his clothes.
She gave him a pitying look "Seriously Foxy, not tonight. I'm not in the mood for your antics" But he wasn't convinced, she had been reacting quite violently lately; something that had been happening more and more often he had noticed.
"Ah, huh" he said fully intending to use tonight to call her on her recent actions. He wanted her, had wanted her for the better part of their friendship. But he had kept his distance, letting her set the tone, knowing better then to push her into anything. She would not stand for it, and he loved her for it.
But lately he had sensed the change in her, she was ready he had concluded. The thought was delicious, but he would call her on it first. He didn't want to go on assumptions.
Finally he found a pair of boxers and slid them on, pulling the towel away efficiently. He smirked cheekily at Dranzer as he caught her starring.
"I know you want me, but try to not be so obvious" he teased her as she blushed cutely.
"I can't help it, you are stunning." She said unashamedly appraising him. He smirked wider.
"Watch my head blow up bigger" he mused and crawled over top of her and slid under the sheets, instantly wrapping himself around her warmed body.
"Careful it might fall off and roll away, and then what would you do?" she said sighing as she sank into him.
"Might have to use my other one" he mused, seriously considering if he should suckle on her earlobe, it was just right there in front of him. He settled on nuzzling her hair instead, it smelled of exotic fruit with a hint of chocolate.
She chuckled, shaking both of them as she wriggled around to look at him.
"I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing" she teased him as they lay facing each other; she touched his hair, still damp from his shower. He reacted slowly, his body lethargic from the shower, his eyes fluttered closed as she ran her fingers along his temple. She knew if she kept this up he would eventually fall asleep and turn over.
She admitted to herself, that she wanted to know what it would be like to be with Foxy as more then a friend. But she was terrified of losing him as a friend. He could be so damn petty at times and she knew she was as arrogant and almighty as they came. She didn't want something so small to come between.
Thinking Foxy was asleep; she dropped her arm and settled into her pillows. She sighed pitifully, her resolve was wavering. If she wasn't steadfast, well she couldn't very well trust Foxy not to take it a step further.
That was wrong, Foxy for all his pretense to push and connive to get his own way, she knew he wouldn't take it so far as to upset her. But that never restrained him from coping a feel every chance he got.
She sighed again, she could trust him. After all hadn't he said he trusted her? He was damaged beyond repair emotionally, but he still trusted her anyways. It made her a bit nervous, to know he was investing so much into her. She smiled realizing she had done the same to him, not realizing the pressure it put on him. He was very much her knight in shining armor, after all it was him that had taken her by the hand and introduced her into what he called 'reality'.
"Why did you stop?" he murmured sleepily, rubbing a hand over his face, glancing bemused at her 'deer caught in headlights' expression.
"I thought you were asleep" she replied touching his neck and playing with the soft skin below his Adam's apple.
He smirked cheekily. His trademark in her opinion. "I wasn't sleeping, how could I ? Especially when I have a gorgeous girl in my bed?" he said propping himself on his elbow, the sheets pooled along his naked side as he watched her, the light from his lamp gave the room a soft glow.
She propped her self up a little bit as well, settling against his headboard.
"Foxy..." she said with no force behind her words. He raised a copper eyebrow to her.
"That is my name" he said when she didn't continue and only stared dispassionately at the bed. He nodded to himself as she remained despondent.
"I am making you uncomfortable aren't I?" he said taking a stab in the dark.
Her ruby eyes snapped up in alarm as he stared at her waiting for her to say the word. If she asked him too, he would sleep on the sofa across the room.
It wouldn't be the first time she had told him to get out of his own bed. She was the only one he do it for, but she didn't know that. The truth was Foxy had little patience for silly, uptight high school girls.
"No Foxy, it's okay. I was just thinking." she said pulling him closer to her, he practically started purring as she situated him between her legs and pulled him back on to her stomach. She stroked his hair as she was once again lost in thought, idly twisting and pulling the golden strands, much to his pleasure. She raked her fingers along his scalp and he groaned inwardly, it was perpetual extended foreplay.
He stared up at his ceiling, unaware that his thoughts were not far at all from the girl below him. He hooked his arms under her calves and softly tickled the sensitive skin he knew was there. She tensed awkwardly as he stroked the length of her leg, not thinking about his actions.
"Foxy," she said, grasping his attention, he rolled his head backwards to glance at her.
"Hmm?"
"Don't do that" she said, her voice deceptively calm. He looked at her non-plussed and then realizing what he was doing, he relocated his hand from her hip back to her knees.
"Sorry about that" he said grinning like a fool. She swatted his head her eyebrow twitching. "Watch yourself" she warned.
He chuckled at her, knowing she wasn't really mad at him. Basically she caught herself enjoying it, as he had done it to see her reaction, and waited for her to say something. Slowly, he would break down her resolve, one stroke at a time.
She yawned and Foxy sat up shaking his head experimentally, clearing the fog. He then resettled him self next to her and pulled her into his arms as he settled down to sleep. She wriggled, feeling there was something different about the way he was holding her, as though he planned to devour her. Her back was pressed against the length of his torso and her legs were trapped under his, her arms crossed in front of her, his hands holding her in place. She tensed uncomfortable.
"Don't fight" he said simply and relaxed his hold on her as he leaned down to kiss her beneath her jaw. He had never kissed her anywhere other then her cheek before then.
Her face bloomed a betraying rose color that was visible in the dimmed light.
"Foxy, stop" she said her voice firm.
He sighed, knowing he was pushing her; it was only a matter of time before she withdrew from him. Damn, he had hoped that would have convinced her, but all he accomplished was making her uncomfortable.
"Right."
He rolled away from her, and on to his back, he needed to get a grip. She didn't intentionally ever lead him on as wanting anything more then light affection. He glanced over at her; she had pulled the comforter over her body, to shield herself from him. But dammit, she turned him on. Like a god damn light switch, and it annoyed him that he obviously didn't have the same affect on her.
She could feel him glaring at her, and her eyes stung in frustration. All she wanted to do was crawl over there and apologize, and tell him she wanted him too. She knew it was her that he was angry at, he was pissed off that she denied his feelings and her own at that. However, tomorrow they would wake up and act as though nothing had ever happened.
She sighed pitifully, her life sucked. She couldn't even be with the guy she cared about, dammit all.
She shut her eyes and willed herself to sleep, her body ached to curl up next to Foxy but she wouldn't put him in that situation. That would just be inconsiderate on her part.
Foxy sighed in frustration, he glanced at her again and thought he should roll over and apologize. The problem was that he wasn't sorry. He smiled as he watched her pinched expression soften as she fell into sleep. He rolled over despite himself and wrapped himself around her. He was in love, and as such, he was a glutton for punishment.
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