CLUBLIGHTS
Thanks for the wait! Ass you know, life (or something like it) comes first. I'm excited to let you know that there is some new stuff I plan to post soon, but it will be under the 'R' rating. So please check it out when it's up. Here we go.
That one night had seemed to make vampires out of the Mutant X squad. Even now, well into the day, almost all slept in exhaustion amongst the sprawling sheets of their respective beds. All, that is, except for one.
Brennen rubbed his eyes against the sensitive lights of noon before adjusting under the soft weight. They had been out for hours, and so emotionally drained, that sleep had been nearly impossible. He looked down at the woman curled against him, stroking the ebony ropes of hair in constant thought. As much ass he wanted this to bee about his feelings, the act of lying beside her was on of protection. He wanted her safe before focusing on himself and even in the confines of Sanctuary it seemed to be difficult.
Brennen adjusted the covers over them, noting the childish turn she did to stretch out on the mattress. His lips curled slightly at her. Only twenty-four and quite possibly having seen things still virgin to his and the others' eyes. She and Lexa knew more than they said, but at least Jordan gave them answers, and at least she seemed protective. To him, Lexa was the only one with an agenda.
The man finally pulled from the covers, stretching against the still air before padding into the hall. The rock was too quiet for him. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the elemental knew he'd sleep better (and she'd be 'safer') in his own bed. But the bustling static stopped him.
Lexa lay passed out on the couch on the T.V. room, dark hair sprawled over her face. It wasn't in him to wake her up, so Brennen dropped a heavy quilt over her.
"Uhm," the voice grumbled. "What?"
"So the monster's up." he grinned before plopping into a nearby chair. He remembered what Jesse said had happened between them in the room at the club. That left a sour taste on his tongue.
But she looked at him as well. Sleep ridden eyes searched the man who claimed to have feelings for someone she considered a sister. She had seen him curled around Jordan when passing by earlier and she had seen the look on his face in the parking garage when telling the feral too back off. Even now, Brennen watched her with a still danger, attempting to unsettle her nerves. "What, Brennen."
"We shouldn't do this right now." He said, fingers tapping absently against the chair. "Nobody's ready to talk yet."
"I'm always ready." Lexa smirked.
"I just bet."
Her we go, she thought. The woman sat up, crossing her fingers over the folded down fabric. "And that means?"
"Jess." Brennen stated. Her eyes grew wide, before narrowing back into their blue slits. "Is like a brother to me."
"And what do you think Jordan is to me?" she spat.
Brennen leaned on his knees, narrowing the wide space. "I don't think you'd risk her the way you do, if you did care."
"Let me tell you something." The brunette exhaled as she leaned forward. "There were several members of M-X 1.0 -she and I are the only ones left. J, was sixteen when she was pulled into 'this life'. The person you claim to 'care about' is more family to me than any of you have a clue about. I won't let anyone hurt her, especially you."
"You don't give a shit about her."
"You don't give a shit about anything but getting in her pants, Brennen!" Brown eyes blazed back at the blue confronting him from the couch. His fingers itched to zap the woman. "I know what went on in that office, I saw how you looked at her in the garage and I most definitely saw your tongue wagging at the strip club. Dogs don't change their spots, Mulray."
"You talk about me, when you're busy dropping you draws for Jess! Lex, the man is still in mourning over a woman he loved! He drinks because of her, he sleeps around with anything that looks like her, and that sure as hell isn't YOU!"
"What happens between me and Jesse is my business. And if anything SHOULD happen with you and Jordan, I'll make it my business! She doesn't need some hotshot trying to seduce her, and you need to keep it in your pants!"
Brennen knew where he could take this, and he knew the battle that would ensue. The man stood, copying his teammates action and stepped forward. He was counting to stay calm. "You're a lot of things, Lex. Mainly a bitch."
"Surprise, surprise."
"THE-ONE-THING-YOU-ARE-NOT," he nearly breathed on her. "Is Emma DeLauro. And every time you kiss Jess, or do-what it is you do (he smirked sarcastically)- he is with her, he is seeing her, and he is touching her. Isn't fun to play whore, is it?"
The slap cracked his face, filling the room in flat echo. Somewhere deep behind the mask of ice, she broke. Brennen saw it in the slight shake of eyes and the twitch of her mouth. Oddly, something panged in his heart. The woman known as Lexa Pierce, stepped back, eyeing him with intent deadliness. "Stay away from Jordan."
Brennen crossed his arms, watching the woman. "Stay away from Jess."
The two backed off, he going towards his room, she turning to gather her things from the couch. Both shook with impending anger and in thee shadows, and awe-shocked feral watched in disturbed realization. Her house still had a ways to fall.
Thanks for the wait! Ass you know, life (or something like it) comes first. I'm excited to let you know that there is some new stuff I plan to post soon, but it will be under the 'R' rating. So please check it out when it's up. Here we go.
That one night had seemed to make vampires out of the Mutant X squad. Even now, well into the day, almost all slept in exhaustion amongst the sprawling sheets of their respective beds. All, that is, except for one.
Brennen rubbed his eyes against the sensitive lights of noon before adjusting under the soft weight. They had been out for hours, and so emotionally drained, that sleep had been nearly impossible. He looked down at the woman curled against him, stroking the ebony ropes of hair in constant thought. As much ass he wanted this to bee about his feelings, the act of lying beside her was on of protection. He wanted her safe before focusing on himself and even in the confines of Sanctuary it seemed to be difficult.
Brennen adjusted the covers over them, noting the childish turn she did to stretch out on the mattress. His lips curled slightly at her. Only twenty-four and quite possibly having seen things still virgin to his and the others' eyes. She and Lexa knew more than they said, but at least Jordan gave them answers, and at least she seemed protective. To him, Lexa was the only one with an agenda.
The man finally pulled from the covers, stretching against the still air before padding into the hall. The rock was too quiet for him. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the elemental knew he'd sleep better (and she'd be 'safer') in his own bed. But the bustling static stopped him.
Lexa lay passed out on the couch on the T.V. room, dark hair sprawled over her face. It wasn't in him to wake her up, so Brennen dropped a heavy quilt over her.
"Uhm," the voice grumbled. "What?"
"So the monster's up." he grinned before plopping into a nearby chair. He remembered what Jesse said had happened between them in the room at the club. That left a sour taste on his tongue.
But she looked at him as well. Sleep ridden eyes searched the man who claimed to have feelings for someone she considered a sister. She had seen him curled around Jordan when passing by earlier and she had seen the look on his face in the parking garage when telling the feral too back off. Even now, Brennen watched her with a still danger, attempting to unsettle her nerves. "What, Brennen."
"We shouldn't do this right now." He said, fingers tapping absently against the chair. "Nobody's ready to talk yet."
"I'm always ready." Lexa smirked.
"I just bet."
Her we go, she thought. The woman sat up, crossing her fingers over the folded down fabric. "And that means?"
"Jess." Brennen stated. Her eyes grew wide, before narrowing back into their blue slits. "Is like a brother to me."
"And what do you think Jordan is to me?" she spat.
Brennen leaned on his knees, narrowing the wide space. "I don't think you'd risk her the way you do, if you did care."
"Let me tell you something." The brunette exhaled as she leaned forward. "There were several members of M-X 1.0 -she and I are the only ones left. J, was sixteen when she was pulled into 'this life'. The person you claim to 'care about' is more family to me than any of you have a clue about. I won't let anyone hurt her, especially you."
"You don't give a shit about her."
"You don't give a shit about anything but getting in her pants, Brennen!" Brown eyes blazed back at the blue confronting him from the couch. His fingers itched to zap the woman. "I know what went on in that office, I saw how you looked at her in the garage and I most definitely saw your tongue wagging at the strip club. Dogs don't change their spots, Mulray."
"You talk about me, when you're busy dropping you draws for Jess! Lex, the man is still in mourning over a woman he loved! He drinks because of her, he sleeps around with anything that looks like her, and that sure as hell isn't YOU!"
"What happens between me and Jesse is my business. And if anything SHOULD happen with you and Jordan, I'll make it my business! She doesn't need some hotshot trying to seduce her, and you need to keep it in your pants!"
Brennen knew where he could take this, and he knew the battle that would ensue. The man stood, copying his teammates action and stepped forward. He was counting to stay calm. "You're a lot of things, Lex. Mainly a bitch."
"Surprise, surprise."
"THE-ONE-THING-YOU-ARE-NOT," he nearly breathed on her. "Is Emma DeLauro. And every time you kiss Jess, or do-what it is you do (he smirked sarcastically)- he is with her, he is seeing her, and he is touching her. Isn't fun to play whore, is it?"
The slap cracked his face, filling the room in flat echo. Somewhere deep behind the mask of ice, she broke. Brennen saw it in the slight shake of eyes and the twitch of her mouth. Oddly, something panged in his heart. The woman known as Lexa Pierce, stepped back, eyeing him with intent deadliness. "Stay away from Jordan."
Brennen crossed his arms, watching the woman. "Stay away from Jess."
The two backed off, he going towards his room, she turning to gather her things from the couch. Both shook with impending anger and in thee shadows, and awe-shocked feral watched in disturbed realization. Her house still had a ways to fall.
