A/N: Ha! I am sooo bad...!

CHAPTER 4:

A Visual Orgasm

(The following morning: Wednesday)

It is said that the Sons of Ipswich fell in love with her that day, especially the one she came to know as Caleb. They were standing outside the main dorm entrance, directing the new students, laughing and talking about the upcoming swim meet when they heard her car. The growl of the periwinkle blue beast drowned out the echoing dong! of the chapel bell, three buildings away. It cruised slowly into the parking lot, recent rain water slicking of its smooth body, the tires coming to stop at the front of the dorm. It sat idling for a moment, the driver unseen behind the foggy windows. Then finally the low purr died at the turn of a key.

"Well, boys, what do we have here?" Reid said, breaking the silence the '67 Mustang left in its death. "Looks like some all American muscle, eh, Pogue?" He took a final drag off his cigarette and flicked it easily over Tyler's shoulder into the grass.

"Your telling me." Pogue licked his lips, stepping off the stoop onto the sidewalk. "I wonder what's under the hood…"

Reid brushed eagerly passed him, throwing a wicked grin over his shoulder at the group. "Let's find out, shall we?" His stride faltered when the door opened and a pair of Converse sneakers were thrown unceremoniously upon the wet pavement. Everyone, especially the males, watched intently. Wondering. Curious. Waiting. They could here the driver speaking, grumbling to his or herself.

"… impossible to drive in high heels… stupid stick shift…" It (?) said.

Following the Converses, a pair of long, tan high heeled legs stepped out, followed by a slim waist, graceful shoulders, and the soft curves of the driver's breasts, all covered by a pink sweater set. All who watched fell silent, holding a bated breath.

"Whoa…" The rest of the group crowded against Reid's back, eager for a closer look. He turned to them with a mischievous grin. "Now that, ladies, is what I like to call a visual orgasm..." The others snickered.

The Sons will never again feel what they did the first moment they saw her. Maybe it was the way her raven hair swayed in the wind, her skin glowing, almost like an ethereal being, in the sun's dying light. Or how her eyes curiously gazed chocolate brown at her surroundings as if she were already looking for an escape. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, she was different and Spenser could use a change from prissy, Louis wearing rich blondes.

No one spoke or stirred, the female's eyes still hungry. She smiled at a few of the boys, her blush shy, yet determined. Her stance was nonchalant, almost as if she were posing for an unseen photographer.

'She has a great body.' Caleb secretly noted and as if by some unhumorous act of God she turned her attention to him, her hard eyes softening into a timid smile. Caleb lost his breath for a moment. 'Oh my God... It's her...' He realized that Tyler was speaking to him.

"Cay, she's looking at you, man." Caleb nodded, numb. "At least wave or something…" He tried, he really did, but her eyes (not brown, but dark blue, he corrected, and deep… like the ocean…) were drawing him in, drowning him and he would gladly die just to keep looking into them. It was as if she were looking not at him, but into him and he was looking right back into her. At her soul.

She finally broke contact and leaned down, popping the button for her trunk, all the while surveying the other 3. She liked what she saw. Their skin carried a faint glow, unlike the other boys standing around, like they had swallowed the sun. She smirked. They were obviously Spenser's favorite eye candy and they were very sweet to look upon. As she parked, she saw the flock of girls surrounding them, eyeballing. She wasn't surprised.

Reid looked at the rest of the group and, shrugging, closed the distance between himself and the Mustang, Tyler following closely behind. She could hear their approach and smiled to herself. Caleb hung back, catching Pogue by his shoulder. "Wait a minute, man."

Pogue looked at his best friend and smiled. "When have you ever been afraid to talk to a beautiful girl?"

Caleb shook his head. "It's not that." He dropped his eyes to the ground, his feet shifting uncomfortably.

"What is it then?"

"That's her…" His gaze shifted back to Pogue's face. "The one from the dream… The one I've been having all summer..."

Pogue flicked his hazel eyes from the mysterious girl to Caleb. Back and forth. Back and forth. "That's her?" Caleb nodded. "You sure?" Another nod, causing Pogue to crack a grin. "Lucky bastard…."

"Excuse me?"

Pogue slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh come on, even if it was just a dream, anyone would be lucky to make love to a girl that looks like that."

Caleb quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah but even if, how would I know what she looked like when she just got here today?"

Pogue shrugged. "Freaky coincidence?"

Caleb shook his head. "You know there's no such thing as coincidences in our world… Did you forget about Camp Iwanahee?..." He sighed. "There's something else." Pogue looked at him intently. "That darkling appeared to me again, right after the dream."

"The dead student?" Caleb nodded. "I don't know what to tell you, man. I guess just let it play out and see where it goes." Caleb looked at him, skeptical. "It's probably just Reid again… You know he's jealous because your Ascending first."

That's what Pogue always said, but this time Caleb didn't want to "just let it go". "I don't think so, Pogue. Last night, I said something to her."

"What? Round 2?" Caleb cast his dark eyes on him and Pogue quickly shut his mouth. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

Caleb shook his head. "Something about a Lady..." He sighed, running a hand roughly through his chocolate hair. "I'm really not sure, I didn't catch all of it..." He lied, averting his gaze. He just didn't want to have to tell Pogue about biting her and the blood he found when he woke up... Or how the Darkling knew about it...

Pogue looked at him for a moment, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to ask you a question, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Caleb nodded. "Do you have sex with her in every dream?" Another nod and Pogue licked his lips, his fingertips tapping thoughtfully on his chin. "Do you think-" He stopped, tried again. "Do you think it's possible that she is an Incubus?"

Caleb blinked. He never thought of that. "I don't know." He paused. "It is possible, but an Incubus here, without us sensing it... Now that's not possible."

Pogue sighed. "I really don't know what to tell ya, man." He smiled. Caleb knew it was a genuine answer. "Listen, if it makes you feel any better, we can check the Book later, ok? Or maybe try asking Gorman about it." Caleb nodded, smiling at his friend, and joined the others near the front of the Mustang.

She walked to the rear of the vehicle without so much as a blink in their direction and started unloading her things. The Sons glanced at each other and, shrugging, helped her, the car's shocks bouncing and groaning when each box or suitcase was removed. Finishing, she closed the trunk, turning to them, her hair flipping over her shoulder, face flushed, smile radiant.

Caleb watched her lips. They were plump, moistened pink with lip gloss. They looked… inviting. He shoved his hands nervously in his jean pockets. 'What the hell's wrong with me...?' He ran a hand roughly through his hair. 'You're not an animal, Danvers. Get a grip…' He paused, realizing that he wasn't the only one being awkward. He watched as Tyler and Reid shifted uncomfortably on their feet, faces flushed. Pogue's gaze was anywhere but on this girl, his hands shoved roughly into his trouser pockets. 'What's going on...?'

"Thank you." Her voice had a kind of lilt to it, like the faint note of a song and Caleb nearly came at the sound of her polite words. All he could was stare at her silently, afraid of what he might say, his dirty thoughts overpowering his speech ability.

Pogue stirred. "You're welcome." He said, throwing a glance at Caleb. "You'll have to excuse him. As swim team captain, he's not used to breathing outside the pool." Tyler and Reid snickered. She smiled again, bending down to pick up a small box and her purse. Caleb's eyes unknowingly flicked down her shirt, discovering the off-white bra underneath. He blushed, quickly looking away.

She locked eyes with Caleb, holding out her hand, balancing the box on her bumper. He hesitated, fearing that if he touched her, he would throw her on the ground and ravish her, right here, in front of everyone. 'What?...' He shook his head and took her hand gently in his. It was soft and slender, just like the rest of her. "Caleb Danvers." He eyeballed her. '…lips, beautiful, love, sex…' "Hello." '…kiss, lips, kiss, kiss…'

She gave his hand a squeeze. "It's nice to meet you, Caleb." '…sex, moan, deep ocean, eyes, lips, kiss, lips…' "I'm lips kiss."

A/N: Ha! Thought this was a great place to stop, although I could've kept going! Please review!