Katie ignored Nicole's silence, unperturbed. Nicole was like that sometimes. Snuggling into her fluffy pillows (and more importantly, snuggling into "her" sweatshirt), she sighed contentedly. "mMm..." She murmured, breathing in the warm, comforting, yet intoxicating scent of him. Oh, there was some part of her that wished she could smell him so close to her for an entirely different reason, but she was still incredibly happy to have what she did... Lulled into sleep by his scent, Katie fell into a most interesting dream...

Katie walked along the hallway to her room, sighing to herself. It was late afternoon, though it was already getting dark, and she didn't have any more classes. Rather, she was just going to drop off her bag in her room before going off to hang somewhere. Stepping in to the shadowy room, she fumbled for the light switch. As she felt along the wall she felt extreme exasperation, she seriously considering giving the light bulb a good jolt to get it going. Just as Katie's outstretched fingers brushed the confounded plastic contraption, someone spoke to her from inside the dimly lit room.

"Kitten," The voice which purred his affectionate nickname for Katie was smooth and deep, coming from somewhere within the room. She could hear soft footsteps approaching slowly until she could vaguely make out a tall figure, blacker and darker than her dim, shadowed surroundings.

"Who's there?" her voice sounded slightly higher than she would expect it to.

The man chuckled, a soft, rich sound. "I've grown tired of writing letters, Kitten..."

Katie shivered, taking a small half step backwards, away from the figure. As much as he made her feel weak at the knees, he made her skin crawl, and as much as he inflamed her passions with his words, he pushed her further into a fear of him...

He chuckled again, suddenly much, much too near- She felt her breath catch in her throat, though she could not bring herself to step any further away. Why couldn't she make up her mind? She half-saw, half-felt the shadowed hand reach out for her face. Closing her eyes, she let it happen, the fingertips brushing over her cheek. Oh god...

He gently stroked the side of her face before advancing ever closer, enveloping her between the intoxicating heat of him and the almost sharp, coolness of the wall. His warm breath bathed her neck and ear while teasing lips nibbled on a tender spot just below her earlobe. The fingers of his free hand curled in her hair, both restraining her and exploring the soft locks. "Surely Kitten, you didn't think that I would ignore your soft moans for me at night while you're asleep...? How could I deny you...?"

She shivered again, lightly trembling now. Did she moan for him in her sleep? How often did he sneak in, unnoticed, and watch her lie there? Katie drew in a ragged breath, trying to force her mind to function against his touch. Her exhale dissolved into a husky moan as his fingertips slid down her face, lightly across her sensitive neck, and down her back, drawing lines of heat as they went.

She kept her shaking hands tight against her sides, unable to trust herself to try and push him away... She'd only end up pulling him closer. "Shade...please..." She choked out, all too aware of his mouth so close to hers. She didn't know if her pleading murmur, more of a whimper than a whisper, was with him to stop, or to continue...

Shade chuckled, sliding both hands up and down her sides slowly. His hands just barely lifting her shirt each time they rose, allowing the air to chill Katie's skin ever so slightly. As goose bumps rose on her sensitive skin, Shade's lips covered hers. He kissed her slowly, teasingly drawing her lips between his teeth and biting, his tongue sliding luxuriously over the spot to sooth the brief sting. "Mmm... Kitten..." he moaned huskily, one hand resting on and squeezing her hip and the other kneading the tense muscles in her back soothingly. "I'll be gentle darling... just let me..."

Katie could barely form any coherent thoughts, much less think to resist him, or think to say anything at all. What was she supposed to say? 'Yes, please?' 'You don't need to worry about being gentle; I liked the way that felt?' Because she had liked the way it had stung a bit, the way he'd soothed it. Really liked the way he touched her. The hand on her hip slid up, underneath her shirt, warm hand startling against cooled skin. "y-yes..." she whispered, in a moan, despite not knowing who he was, despite being still semi afeared of him. Because she wanted to let him, desperately wanted.

Shade's moan of satisfaction hummed and throbbed into Katie's throat as he trailed butterfly kisses slowly down. The two lovers' pace quickened; wants and needs seeking relief in each other's arms. Taking her hand in his, Shade led Katie's hand to the first button of his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons, her head in a haze, fingers feeling thick and heavy and barely willing to do what she needed them to. She eventually worked the difficult buttons from their holes.

Katie, aching, and needing to feel him, she dragged her fingertips down her unknown lover's chest, coaxing a purr from deep within his throat. She got a thrill of ecstasy at the noise, pleased that she had just as much of an effect on him as he did on her. Coherent thoughts were banished when he tugged the useless shirt from her and let it fall to the floor, hoisting her into his arms, heading for her bed.

Katie, tossed gently onto her bed with a mild thump, looking up at him as she lay there, had a brief moment of panic. She had no idea who this man was, didn't know is name or even what he really looked like, and here she was willing to fuck him, give up her virginity to him? But, as he knelt over her, lips on hers and hands spreading their heat throughout her newly-bared chest, she moaned again and again in ecstasy, realizing why...

Katie, lying there panting, wrapped about in a pair of the most comfortable, warm arms she'd ever had the pleasure of being wrapped in, was seeing stars. It had gone infinitely better than she'd ever expected a first time to go. He'd been obviously eager to finally have his hands on her, have his way with her, but he'd been just as obviously gentle, considerate of her inexperience.

Feeling his chest against her back, the rise and fall of his breathing, Katie sighed in contentment. Suddenly, and most anticlimactically, a ray of evening sun slanted through her blinds into her face. Turning her head, rolling over in his hold, half trying to escape the light and half wanting to know who her mysterious stranger was, Katie was nonetheless shocked to stare into a pair of lovely blue eyes, the realization and the blue all she could concentrate on...

... As it melted into the blue-black interior of her curtains, which a gasping Katie awoke to be staring at.