Hey guys! Ok well I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I hope you really like this chapter. Muahhahahahahah, time to let the destruction of otps begin! First, before I get all the haters hating, I don't think I'm going to completely ruin cresswell, at least not yet, and relax it's gonna be some good drama that goes down, also ok I understand if you're really confused by the wiz of oz theme, it will become more clear as the story progresses, and finally, I'm gonna try to post Wednesdays or Fridays, and it may not be every week, but at least now you have dates to look forward to. The story may start out really slow, and I truly understand why there are a lack of readers, but it's going to get souper great (yes I spelled super, souper on purpose.) but please stay with me. The wicked witch is coming.

Thorne had way too much to drink. Judging from the spouts of giggles and the skimpy looks they were giving him, he assumed that "his girls" as he had come to call them had too much to drink as well, but even then, knowing it was a mistake with his conscience and liver begging him to stop, he tipped the champagne bottle up to his lips to wash down the previous drink of whiskey that was still sending fizzles of laughter down his throat. He couldn't help the wave of giddiness that followed, because, soon, he would be entering earth's atmosphere and heading to the Eastern Commonwealth where he would finally see his friends again. Finally. After three long months, and thousands of miles difference, he would be with them again, if only for a few days. But the idea those few days meant everything to him. And better yet, his new crew would be joining him as well.

When he had first been introduced to his new delivery crew, which consisted of three lunar girls and one man named Beckett, his first thought had been to keep himself far away from these attractive women, but that was when Cress had been standing there by his side. And despite his attempts to make it seem as though Cress and him were… something (even though nothing had been officially established and he wouldn't see her again until the annual peace festival), the girls looked as though they would have a hard time keeping their hands off him. He couldn't help his overly attractive personality. Or looks.

The first girl, Savanna, was a tall, flawlessly tan woman with thick sparkly gold hair that fell down passed her hips and was braided intricately to one side of her head, shining with glitter and sparkles. She had been wearing grey cargo pants, and a T shirt that barely covered her midriff, and being extremely ambitious, Savanna had been the first to make her move on Thorne when all of them first met, caressing his jaw with a possessiveness that made him go rigid and stiff. Her giggles cut through the air at his reaction, her laughter filled with warmth and excitement, and Thorne had barely enough time to introduce himself to the next girl with savanna swooning over him.
Claudia was shorter than Savanna by a head, and she had big eyes that took up most of her face, along with full golden brown lips that made the flecks of gold in her irises pop. Her hair was a light purple and had strands of gems that protruded from various parts of her scalp, and glittered every time she turned her face. She had pale skin that made her seem translucent in the bluish white light that echoed in the Rampion, and he liked the way that she didn't glamour herself to look as tan or as tall as the other girls. And even though she looked hungrily towards Thorne, he could tell that she wasn't one to chase after men, and kept a respectful distance between them.
But when he turned to Vivian. Holy ace of spades. She was drop dead divine. Her hair was a glossy black color that faded to silver as it made its way down her beautiful body.
Her waist was paper thin, and for some odd reason, her skin was a sage green color that was somehow really attractive. She wore that color well, still colored exquisitely, and Thorne assumed that dying your skin was some kind of normality on Luna. He moved on to examine her outfit, she wore a shirt that read "Wicked" in bright gold colors, on a white tank top that was tucked under her jacket worn around her waist.

She had large copper eyes and a pale lipstick that contrasted her complexion perfectly. In fact, Vivian was so beautiful that Thorne couldn't turn his head away, too intrigued to pay any attention to anything else. She walked over to him, and her eyes spelled danger, the glint came as a warning that things were going to escalate pretty fast, but with Cress by his side, he felt like he could do anything, so, with much difficulty, he looked away from Vivian. Forcing himself to examine Beckett.
Beckett was, by anyone's standards, pretty handsome. He had a brown, curly natural color of hair, looking strangely plain next to the exotic looks of the girls standing next to him. Beckett also had deep ocean blue eyes that were almost like mirrors, reflecting everything in the room. It made Thorne slightly uncomfortable that he was about a foot taller than him, and extremely muscular. The Braun of the group. He wasn't one to talk a lot, but he was good with carrying the boxes of antidote down to Luna's docs.
It hadn't been long after their introduction that their work transporting the antidote from the moon to earth had begun. And even though that meant Cress would have to leave him, he was excited to have a break, enjoying some time alone with his new crew who he instantly had taken a liking to. He was initially worried that their glamour would get in the way, and they would take advantage of his weak will, but Cinder had assured him that this would not be possible with their new spine manipulation preventers that had been installed while they were still on Luna, also it was very unlikely that they would either way, because they were from the middle sectors that were slightly more privileged than the outers, but suffered by the hand of Levana none the less.

Now, now Cress was not by his side. She wasn't even at the top of Thorne's list of most important people to remember, outshined by Savanna, and Claudia, and... Spades Vivian's coppery eyes were sparkling in the bright lights of the Rampion's dining room, and he gazed up at her, trying to remember his name. She scooted closer, and his eyebrows shot up in anticipation.

She grabbed the bottle out of his grasp and maneuvered his hand to wrap around her waist. And then, they were slow dancing to the music, music that he had downloaded for an occasion such as this. He leaned closer and her breath enveloped him, smelling suspiciously alcohol free, and instead overwhelming him with vanilla and mint. They were so close together that he had to strain to look down at her perfect lips that glittered in the light. But she backed away much too quickly, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt before baiting him out of the kitchen, and into the med bay.

And she closed the door. And pressed him against a wall. And then she was nudging his nose to the side as she leaned in and gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever received in his entire life. And she was slowly twisting her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and he had his hands buried in her beautiful long black hair. And they danced while she pressed him into the wall and fell deeper into his embrace.

"Thorne," she whispered between kisses, and his heart hiccupped at the way she said his name. "Carswell Thorne," like a song, her voice sang his name. And they stayed that way, their bodies entwined.

"Vivian," he whispered back to her before she leaned back and allowed them both a breath of fresh air.
"What do you know about Queen Selene?" She asked once they had resumed their kissing.

He drew back, the question catching him off guard. But she was quick to recover, and pressed her face close to his.

"I know you were friends with her during the revolution, I'm merely trying to learn more about our new monarch, I think I can respect her more if I know a thing or two about her," Thorne could barely think while she was pressing kisses onto his collarbone, but he managed to form a coherent response after collecting his thoughts.
"Cinder," he breathed, trying to recall the months they had been together.

"Cinder. She's a great leader, she really is perfect to rule Luna, she's the strongest person I know, no doubt going to make a great queen," Vivian growled at his response.
"What are her strengths," she asked quickly, closing her eyes to listen to his response, and rocking back and forth in a way that made Thorne's stomach backflip.
"Well, I guess she's good at glamouring people, she once tortured Sybil Mira, Levana's head thaumaturge, to the point of insanity. And shooting things. She shot a least a hundred wolf soldiers during the war with the little gun in her finger. She also has a port screen inside of her head, which makes her like, what, the smartest person alive? And I suppose she's good at being sarcastic. Scratch that, she is fantastic at being sarcastic," Thorne concluded, scratching his chin.

"And what are her weaknesses?" She asked him, resuming their kissing with a new passion. But something was wrong. Thorne could tell she was growing desperate for answers.

"Why do you care?" He asked, taking a step away. She pulled him closer, testing his willingness to comply.

"I'm just wondering. What harm could curiosity do? The sign of a good leader is being able to humbly display their strengths. But more than that, they must be able to accept their weaknesses." She licked her lips hungrily, and then Thorne felt her hand raising his shirt over his torso, but he shoved it back down, resisting her temptations.
"I guess, Cinder doesn't really like it when people discuss her weaknesses."

"Come on Carswell, I'm not going to tell anyone," he flinched at how easily she used his name, and recoiled. A look of hurt flashed through her eyes at the sudden gap between them, but he didn't want to hurt her. He so desperately wanted her to smile again, so he gave into her pressure.

"Well ok, I guess there's nothing that you can really do with the information. So Cinder's weaknesses right, she has this control panel in the back of her head and…" He trailed off, gulping as she traced her fingers down his neck.

"Go on," Vivian urged

"Right, well because she is made up of mechanics and wires and stuff, the control panel controls her entire system, so shut it off, and bingo, she's as vulnerable as an earthen." Vivian's face lit up, and Thorne was suddenly glad he pleased her.

"Anything else?" Her words prompted him to continue speaking.

"Cinder is extremely loyal to her friends, that's probably her biggest weakness, because she can't stand when someone gets hurt. She takes responsibility for everything that happens. And Emperor Kaito, she'd be a wreck if anything happened to him." He summed up, smiling down at her as she pressed one last kiss firmly against his lips.
"Thank you captain, your information has been most helpful," she said and turned to leave. All of a sudden, he felt a connection snap between them, like a thread that held two pieces of fabric together, being severed. He felt weaker, and Cinder's words on how these Lunars could no longer use their gifts, did little to console him, because if he was right, Vivian had just used her mind magic to seduce him into trusting her, and then… and then, Thorne had no idea, he couldn't remember their last conversation. Everything was fuzzy. Her lips were the only thing that came to mind, but other than the utter desire to please her, which was still lingering in his head.

Something nagged at his brain until he was forced to recede from the room like it were the scene of a crime. Because at times like these, Thorne really wished that he had a brain.

I'm sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger. Oh wait, never mind, muahahah this is fun.