Library, no teachers...action?//`Asher(R)

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake knew it was wrong. She knew what was going to happen when she was putting her outfit on and looking in the mirror to make sure she looked alright. She took in a deep breath and smiled a little as she looked down to her dog and bent down, her arms on her knees. "So, boy. You be good when I'm gone, alright?" she cooed, stroking his silky ears and kissing his head before bouncing up and going towards her door, closing it behind her. She looked around and headed off towards the library. Of course, it would be locked. Which is exactly why she had her friend Maria waiting nearby to come with her. Maria had the ability to unlock most common locks. Why they put a lock on a set of doors that had gifted kids inside, she'd never know. But at the time, she was happy about it. Maria smirked when she looked Blake over, "Damn girl. You look like someone Barbie would kill to look like." she commented, walking with her friend and making Blake roll her eyes playfully. "Gee, I don't know what to say." Maria just giggled at Blake's attitude and stopped at the library with her. She bent down and closed her eyes and looked up at Blake after a minute.

"There. I've broken a rule for you, Phoenix. You owe me." she said, acting serious. Though, Blake knew she was just kidding. Blake smiled and hugged her friend. "And the boy better be extremely cute." Maria warned, scowling at her. Blake giggled, "Yes. He's very cute and very nice." she explained, sighing in relief as she saw that no one was in the halls with them. "Well good, I'll see you later then." Maria left, bounding off towards her own dorm as Blake took another glance around and turned the knob on the door. She let out her breath and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind her. That's just what she needed. To get caught before he got here. At least Asher wouldn't be in trouble then, though. She would think it was her fault forever.

Blake smoothed her skirt and ducked behind a bookcase so no one else would see her, not that she was worried. Everyone was either sleeping or out enjoying the nice breeze. But still, her instinctive side told her to hide unless she knew for sure it was safe. Now, all she needed to do was wait for Asher and they could have some real fun. Computer fun was only... well, so much fun. Thinking of how silly Asher was made her laugh. Apparently, he was gay.... except when it came for Blake. That made her feel... a little special, to be quite honest. She hoped he would try the door first and find it unlocked or she would have to get up and go open the door for him. She was hoping to scare him playfully but wasn't sure if it would work or not.

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[Asher Harris]

"don't look too hard for happy endings
because you might just miss the best part of the story"

Asher bit nervously down on his lower lip as he stood before the library door. He suspected Blake would already be in there by now, and that scared him a little. He had never knowingly attempted anything with a female before. So this was a completely new experience for him. Sure there was a lot of what could only be described as flirting over the internet, but saying things online and doing things in real person were two completely different things. He had to do this though. He had to... because of Trenton.

Feelings had definitely developed with Trent. But then, he almost thought that real feelings for Blake had developed as well. It was all so confusing. He could only hope that this secret rendezvous with Blake would help sort out his feelings, and help him to put one of them behind him. If it didn’t, then he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do.

Taking a deep breath, Asher stepped forward and took a hold of the doorknob. If it was unlocked then he would know Blake was already in there waiting. If not, then he would just phase through the door and await her arrival. Perhaps he would be able to figure things out properly if she wasn't here yet. Probably not though.

As the doorknob turned smoothly in his grip, making a small clicking noise as it went, Asher was not sure whether he should be happy or not. He pushed the door open and walked inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. He then turned and observed the apparently empty Library. He couldn't see Blake anywhere. Was it possible that he had made a mistake in thinking she must already be here?

Stepping tentatively forward, Asher looked around himself carefully. If Blake wasn't here, then it was possible someone else was. "Hello?" he called out softly, "Is anybody here?"

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake smiled as she saw Asher coming in and stayed crouching, walking silently behind the bookcases and watching him quietly for a minute before tackling her new friend to the ground. She kissed him on the cheek, giggling as she did so and hugged him tightly. "Hey Asher." she whispered, keeping her arms around him and looking at him with her blue/gray eyes. She took in the new sight of him, and since she was a cannine a lot, his smell. Both were very pleasing to Blake's brain. She seemed to be purring as she realized she was lying on top of him and got on her knees, giggling. "Oops... sorry! I get over excited." she whispered, smoothing down her skirt again and sitting against the bookshelf, legs crossed.

But, her eyes didn't leave him as she smirked a little, "You're even cuter in person." she admitted, blinking at him and looking around. Why there were no teachers, she didn't know. Not that she really cared though, it just made it easier for them to hide and not get caught. She was actually a little surprised that he showed up at all, afraid that he would ditch her at the last second. Because, you know.... he was supposed to be gay. Why did a gay guy, a very cute gay guy but a gay guy none the less, want to kiss her, let alone do anything else in a library with her. Not that she was complaining. She thought Asher was absoultely amazing. He made her feel wanted... but she felt bad for Trent at the same time. He seemed to like Asher. Hey, he didn't call dibs. And as far as she knew, they weren't going out... Blake shook herself from her thoughts and looked up at him. "Soooo... what now?" she said from her spot next to him.

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[Asher Harris]

"What is that sound?
My heart beat?"

Asher hadn't been expecting Blake when she suddenly appeared out of the nowhere and he was knocked to the ground. It took his breath away. With a slight grunt he used his elbows to push himself up a little so that he could smile at Blake as she wrapped her arms around him. Just one glance into her stunning eyes, and his heart seemed to beat extra fast. Damn it. It didn't look like this was going to be as easy as he had hoped.

"Hey gorgeous." Like Blake, Asher spoke in a whisper. He wasn't sure that either of them actually thought that there was still a possibility of them being caught in here - He had locked the door behind himself after all, and there were plenty of places to hide if they did hear somebody coming - Still, the whispering was definitely making this seem so... sexy.

When Blake climbed off of him, Asher for the first time was able to see her properly. It occurred to him that she hadn't really needed to knock him down to take away his breath. Just the way she looked was enough to make it hard for him to breathe.

Then, Blake made a reference to the way he looked. Asher paused, wondering for a second whether she was a mind reader and was able to tell what he was thinking about her. He pushed that thought aside though, deciding that he was probably just being rather obvious about it. "Thanks. You look... well... uh... wow!"

He grinned a little awkwardly, before dropping his gaze to the floor between them, thinking. It seemed so strange to him that he felt so attracted to a female. Sure, he had found females attractive before, but he had never really felt attracted to them.

When Blake spoke again, Asher bit his lip nervously. She wanted him to make a move right now; he knew that, he wasn't stupid. And he did want to make a move. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty about Trenton.

Trying to push Trenton out of his mind, Asher just let himself do what he wanted to do. So leaning forward towards Blake, Asher's let his hand slide over her shoulder and around her neck. Pulling her in, Asher's lips met hers in their first real kiss.

[Blake Phoenix]

"Can't you hear your heartbeat racing?"

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Blake couldn't help but want to touch him, in a simple hug, a kiss, a caress; whatever. She just needed to do something to him that she could always remember. Blake shook her head playfully at his words, winking at him. Her heart beat sped up as she simply just looked him over again, feeling chills go down her back. Ok... so he was gay... who cared?! He was cute and if he didn't like girls like she hoped he did, then she was probably going to be ok with that!

"Thanks. You look... well... uh... wow!"

She giggled and blushed a little, knowing the outfit was cute but not thinking she looked that great in it. Obviously, he thought different though. Or maybe she was just getting a big head because of him. Asher looked like he was thinking as he looked to ground, making Blake tilt her head to the side and open her mouth to ask him if he was ok.

And then he kissed her. And she loved it. And her mouth was open. She smiled a little through the kiss and put her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans((assuming he had jeans on of course)) and pulled him closer to her.

Alright, so she was already really turned on and them whispering and being close to each other didn't help the situation... so what?! Blake had problems with falling for the cute nice guys! It was hard not to! Especially when they were so sweet like Asher was.

Blake loved guys. She had never doubted her sexuality. Their strong hands, or their smaller ones. Their tough lips, or their soft ones. Their muscular bodies, or their thin bodies. She wasn't very picky. Blake just loved, well, everything about men. Especially that they were usually dominant. She loved that in a guy.

Blake opened her eyes and pulled back a little, her heart beat tripping and passing beats as she stared into his eyes. "Wow..." was all she could say, making her smirk a little as she resisted the urge to just french him at that exact moment. Would he care was the real question of all this though...

[Asher Harris]

"Excuse me for this
I just want a kiss"

Asher felt Blake's mouth open beneath his when he kissed her, and for the tiniest of seconds he thought that maybe she hadn't wanted him to do that, and that he hadn't read her right. Blake did not pull away from him though. So parting his own mouth a little, he gently nipped her lower lip, tugging at it softly, making sure he didn't hurt her when he did it.

Asher stopped the biting and returned to just using his lips on hers when Blake began to pull him closer to her. Immediately, his previously immobile arm went around her waist and to the small of her back, helping to guide her forward until their bodies were pressed together and he could feel the warmth of her skin through their clothes.

He had only just begun to slip the dark blue knitted material of the jacket he wore off his shoulders when Blake finally ended the kiss. Asher opened his eyes and grinned in an almost embarrassed fashion, retracting his arm from where it was still draped lazily over her shoulder so that he could remove the jacket completely.

Continuing to smile in that self-conscious way, Asher threw the article of clothing he had just removed over the back of a nearby chair, before turning back to Blake. Running his fingers through his hair, he felt a little colour rising to his cheeks as he watched her. "Sorry about that, I... uh... couldn't stop myself." That probably sounded stupid, and it wasn't entirely true. He could have stopped himself if he had wanted to; he just hadn't felt any such desire.

Hell, even now he already wanted nothing more then to return to kissing her and possibly removing more clothing. But would she let him do that? Part of him said no, she couldn't possibly want that; but another part said that she wouldn't have agreed to come out here if she wasn't interested.

Whether she wanted to fool around more or whether she was really only interested in hanging out with him, Asher didn't want to do it on the floor in front of the door where anyone walking by would certainly hear them. So pushing himself to his feet, he held his hand out to her so that he could help her get up herself. "Come on. I'll give you a private tour of the library... and other things." He winked in what he hoped was a seductive manner, whilst repressing the urge to laugh and waiting for her to take his hand.

[[OOC - In case you haven't already seen, I PMed you a pic of what Asher is wearing.]]

[Blake Phoenix]

"We're on the bed but our clothes are layin right there."

Blake held back a sudden urge to moan a very pleasureable moan and ended up just staying concentrated on his lips and everything about him. Taking in every detail; his very cute jacket that she might steal from him if he let her, his amazing body, his cute hair, his soft but at the same time firm lips. Ooh, and then he started biting on her lip and she almost went crazy. She loved when guys bit her lip. It was such a turn-on and Asher, Asher knew how to turn people on obviously. That simple nip sent shivers down her spine and pushed her even closer into him.

Then he went back to just kissing her but hey, that was ok with her. That was really ok with her. It was like they were made for each other, she fit right into his arms as she seemed to melt away at his touch, putting her own hands into his back pockets of his jeans and wanted the kiss to go on even longer but then she had of course ended it to stare at him. She returned her hands to her sides as he stood up and she put her hand out letting him pull her up. "Oooh, a tour? Really?" her voice was teasing as she followed him, pushing her blonde hair back softly and standing next to him.

Blake smiled as his apologies, leaning forward to kiss his ear. "You're not really sorry. Not if you liked it as much as I did." she whispered into his ear, probably sounding sexual but not really caring. That was just how she worked. She liked kissing and biting, and putting both together, you were asking to get some basically. Blake looked over to his jacket and then back up at him. "Maybe we can loose some more clothes..." she suggested, sounding like she just wanted to sit naked, but hoping he knew better then that.

"You can have a tour of me anytime you like." she added, running her hands over his back as she started walking in front of him, running a hand over the numerous lined up books. Her blue/gray eyes made her look like a little girl, excited about walking into a candy shop. She reached back behind her and grabbed his hand pulling him along. "I think you need to give me that tour, of the other things." she purred, intertwining her fingers into his and winking at him. For a gay guy, he certainly knew how to make the girl's hearts melt. That was for sure.

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[Asher Harris]

“I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby you're my disease”

Asher smirked at the teasing tone Blake spoke in as he pulled her up to her feet, but he didn't say anything. He was glad of this though, for had he spoken he might have disturbed what happened next, which included Blake kissing and whispering in his ear. He turned his head just a little, enough to catch her cheek with his own lips before he whispered his reply. "You're right. I did enjoy that a lot. Perhaps more then you did."

As they begun to wander a little away from the doorway, Asher couldn’t help but grin inwardly as Blake commented on them taking off more clothes. He liked that she was the one to suggest it. In his mind, it cleared up all the clouds that had formed and made him uncertain that she was willing to fool around. Blake was clearly willing, and that made two of them. “We’ll get to that soon enough, I’m sure.” His said this in an offhand voice, but really he was only too ready to start the clothe removal process.

Asher felt Blake's hand slip into his, her fingers crossing over his own, and he squeezed her hand tightly as she begun to pull him along the shelves. He allowed himself to be lead for a short moment, before he pulled her to a stop. Spinning her slightly so that they were facing one another, Asher eyed her mischievously before speaking. "You want your tour, huh?" Raising the hand of Blake’s which he still had a hold of to his lips, Asher kissed her fingertips, before slowly – almost painfully so – he began to trail her hand down his body, softly muttering the names of the body parts as he went in an attempt to keep the tour charade up.

“Neck... Shoulders... Chest... Stomach...” It was strange, but Asher would have sworn that he could feel his skin react to her touch. Even though her fingers were restricted from making direct contact with his skin by the thin fabric of his t-shirt most of the time, and even though he was guiding her hand making it less then spontaneous touching, the pressure of her hand on him was making his skin feel unnaturally hot. It was almost a pain to have to stop himself from continuing lower once he had reached his stomach, but he didn’t want to go there... at least not just yet.

Asher eyed Blake before speaking again. "You can have the rest of the tour later. It's my turn now." With a slight smile, he released Blake's hand before almost roughly pushing her back against the bookshelf beside them. Stooping a little, his mouth moved down to her neck, where he kissed her, sucking slightly at her tender skin. While he did this, his hands went to her body. Slipping his hand underneath the bottom of her shirt, he pushed up the material, revealing her stomach, so that he had better access to her body. His hand moved to her left side, and his fingers began kneading at her skin.

After a moment of doing this, he moved his hand back up onto her shirt rather then under it. Once there, Asher impatiently pulled slightly at the material. “Maybe you should take this off,” he whispered in between his kisses to her neck. He wasn’t sure that she would have heard him because of the kisses, but he hoped that even if she hadn’t, she would realise what he wanted by the tugging on the shirt. If not, then he would pull it off of her himself.

[Blake Phoenix]

"You know somehow, I doubt that." Blake mumbled softly, not exactly sure if her heard her or not but not really bothering to ask. It was do then ask questions later. Like it always was when a cute guy was paying attention to her. It was a ritual. But this cute guy... he was different. He was a lot more mysterious then the others and also a lot more fun to be around. He kept her waiting, and wanting. She was sure that if at that moment he asked her to beg for it, she would get down on her knees and serenade him. Asher was a new flame and that only made her even more willing to follow him.

Blake was walking along, pulling him right along with her when he suddenly stopped and pulled her back. Blake fell into Asher's chest in surprise, looking up at him as he kissed her fingers, making tingles go down her back and making her moan a little. She nodded to his question, hoping she didn't look too excited, as she watched him take her hand and run it down his body, naming some parts, her heart beating away as she felt the material of his clothes under her hand, wishing it wasn't there at all. In fact, if he didn't have hold of her hand, she would probably be stripping him right now. "Cold, cold, hot, hotter.." she whispered back, feeling his stomach some more as he got there, wanting to kiss his neck and rub his stomach.

Then Asher stopped and Blake almost complained, until he pushed her against the bookshelf and made her gasp in surprise, moaning a little as he sucked at her neck, shivers running down her back as her hand went to the back of his head. Dear God, she really wanted to rip this man's clothes off with no mercy. But, being pinned to a shelf was a bit of a problem. She relaxed under his kneading fingers and clawed her hands up his back slowly and hard enough for him to feel through his shirt. She pulled his head up to hers quickly so she could kiss his lips once more and let her tongue intertwine with his before she felt him tugging at her shirt.

"Maybe? Maybe I should take it off?" Blake mumbled as she pressed her hands onto his lower back, slipping her own hands down his shirt, pulling it up his torso. "Maybe I should take yours off." she muttered in his ear, yanking it up and off his head, throwing it down the shelves a little before eyeing his shirtless body and running her hands up his chest slowly and gently. She grabbed his hands and took them in hers, making his fingers curl around the bottom of her shirt and then raising her arms with his, pulling the shirt off her head and then making herself and him drop it.

"Now... for your tour." Blake took his hand and brought it to her face, brushing her cheek and moving it slowly down her body as he did. "Face... neck.... shoulders... chest." she felt his fingers touch her chest and even more shivers ran down her whole body, making her look up at him. She brought his hand to her lower back. "Back... ass... thighs." she recited, her voice very seductive as she tried to make her heart beat go down, but it kept right on tripping and missing beats. Damn traitor heart. "So... do I get the rest of my tour?" she purred, running a hand down his chest lightly, kissing down his shoulders to his chest and looking up at him innocently.

Blake knew what guys liked... she also knew how to give them what they liked. Not only that, but she usually liked giving them what they wanted. Tonight, was one of those times. Blake ducked under his arm and walked away towards the back of the library, looking back over her shoulder and putting a few fingers under the elasticband of her skirt, and smirking, raising her eyebrows as she dropped her hands and kept walking. Boys were something Blake knew front to back and had no problem liking. But now what would Mister Asher do with a shirtless girl?

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[T.K. Sanders]

I always knew I hated you.

The best thing about Winterthorne was possibly its library. Okay, so that was a lie, there was too many good things about this place to even count really, but the Library was one of them. The best thing? Too hard to choose, but Ivan was definitely up there for more than one reason. The latest being that he managed to steal her a key to the library that way she could get in at night. No one around, millions of books, complete silence? It was perfect for reading. No worrying about seeing stupid shapes anywhere or having to taste whatever someone was feeling or seeing too many sounds. Her powers were nice, she actually enjoyed them but sometimes they got a but annoying when too many people were around. Silence was golden and she had learned to appreciate it.

So now she was tugging her jacket a little tighter around her tiny body and steadily pacing down the barren hall of Winterthorne on track to the library, key in her pocket and phone in her hand. She hummed the same thing she always did--Beethoven’s concerto, quietly, happily tapping her free hand against her jeans. That concerto always tasted like chocolate. Silly, but true.

She turned the last hallway and almost ran to the library doors. She should have woken Ivan up to come with her, but it was late anyway and he was probably off with Nicky anyway. God, that kid. Nicky. Sometimes she wanted to smack him over the head really hard. And other times, he wasn’t so bad, really. I guess, it just depended on how their day was going and what comic book they were quoting. (Cause we all know Marvel is better than DC.)

With a quiet but quick motion, TK stuck the key in the lock and pushed over the heavy doors of the Library; just enough to fit through the crack and slipped inside, practically gushing at the numbers of books surrounding her and the silence that came with it. Wait, did I say silence? Impossible since she could have sworn she’d just heard something…

She tiptoed to the bookcase, slipping the key into her pocket and moved ever so quietly, her head peeking around the isle in search of anything out of place and her eyes zeroed in on a shirt. Since when could check out clothes from the library? TK raised an eyebrow and moved to the next isle, more clothes decorating them floor. The hell? TK moved another row and then she heard it. Someone, or some people. She quietly made her way to the next isle, with the feeling they were close than she imagined and barely peeked around the bookshelf, her eyes going wide at the sight of Blake and him.

Asher. Fucking Asher Harris. They boy who she would one day beat down and as of right now, graciously kick his ass because he was shirtless with a halfway naked girl in the middle of a freakin library when he should have been with Trent, no matter how much she didn’t like. “THE FUCK!” She jumped from her spot, her hands automatically clenching into fists and she stalked up to Asher with no intention of being quiet or nice. “You better have an fucking amazing excuse for this one, Harris.”