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Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

The karaoke machine produced Elizabeth's score, 98, You are a fantastic singer! Everyone clapped, Brandon most of all. The night wore on, and they sang many more songs, butchering some of them hilariously, but Brandon was enjoying himself, and it seemed to him Elizabeth was as well. At around eleven o'clock, Tony suddenly said Hey guys, it's getting kinda late. I promised Leona's dad that I'd bring her home before midnight, and she lives quite a ways from here. You guys wanna stay on? Nah, we ought to get going too, Brandon said. They came up to the counter to settle the bill. Well, it was very nice to meet you, Elizabeth, Leona said, giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek. It's been great to meet you too, said Tony, shaking her hand. You take care of my friend Brandon, you hear? He's a nice guy who's been through a lot and he doesn't deserve to have his heart broken again. They drove home in silence, and Brandon found himself humming Accidentally in Love again while driving. When they finally got back to the dorm, Brandon suddenly felt that he really needed to get an alcohol buzz. The two beers he had at the karaoke bar were nowhere near enough, he didn't feel the slightest bit tipsy. He came up to one of the kitchen cabinets and produced an unopened bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. Some guy who lived here last year graduated and forgot all about this. You still feel like some more drinks?
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

Not unless you want to get drunk too, he smiled, pouring her a shot. He raised his glass in a toast, and downed it straight, coughing at the alcohol, feeling the warm buzz spread throughout his body. A few more shots later for both of them, Brandon was soon talking animatedly, telling Elizabeth the story of that girl he was in love with back in high school and how she dumped him so unceremoniously it just came spilling out even as the alcohol poured in, as if the tequila was displacing all of the memories of these sad events from the secret depths of his heart. He suddenly noticed that the bottle of tequila was half-empty, and said I think that's enough... He got unsteadily to his feet, knees wobbling. But, you know something, Elizabeth... All of that changed yesterday. I can't really explain it. The moment you sat in that desk next to mine yesterday, I knew. It was like getting hit by a bolt of lightning. I... uh... he was saying, as he stepped towards her, and at that he stumbled into her, but she couldn't support his weight, not as drunk as he was himself, and they toppled to the floor, into the same awkward position they were that very morning. Then with their faces so close, he finally managed to say I love you!
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

That was my first kiss, he said, smiling, as he kissed her again, this time more desperately, more passionately, their mouths open to accept each other's tongues. A frisson of excitement went up Brandon's spine, as he had never before reached this moment, and his heart was pounding so hard that it seemed about to burst. When their lips finally parted, a thin trail of their mingled saliva bridged them, shining in the harsh fluorescent lights like a thread of silver. He tried to stand, not an easy task as his legs were so unsteady, and helped her back to her feet. Arms on each others' shoulders they went up to the stairs to the second floor, moving slowly, as the world seemed to spin for both of them due to all the alcohol they drank. Finally they reached Brandon's room. It was dark and silent, lit only by the moon through the window. Elizabeth was so beautiful, radiant in the moonlight, her hair seeming to be crowned with stars. He gave her another deep, desperate kiss. Do you want me? he asked.
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

He clumsily undid the buttons of his shirt, which was much harder because he was fighting the alcohol, He had gotten it about half off when he just got frustrated and tore it open, about half the buttons flying off in every direction. She had taken off her shirt, and was having trouble unhooking her bra, and it was only with some effort that Elizabeth, with Brandon's help, managed to get it off. Now her breasts hung before him, though they were not very large, were of reasonable size, and most importantly, firm and finely shaped. Brandon gave Elizabeth another kiss on the mouth, long, deep and passionate, then worked his way down her neck, to her left breast, teasing her light brown nipple. His hand found her right breast, which filled his hand nicely, and gently worked the other nipple with his fingers. He gave the valley between her breasts a gentle kiss.
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

After somewhat complicated, and to Brandon's mind rather hilarious struggles against their clothes, the two of them were finally naked in the moonlight. He gave a nervous laugh as well, it was his first time and he frankly wasn't so sure what he was supposed to do. He stared at her beautiful naked body, and then he gently gave her a kiss on the neck. His kisses gradually became more and more urgent, as he went down to her shoulders, and then between her breasts. He playfully bit at her nipples, and cupped her breasts which were small, firm, and shapely. Going down further, he licked at her navel, and going down still further to her sex, which it seemed she shaved of pubic hair regularly, he found that she was still a virgin too. He kissed her down there, and licked on her clit gently.
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

Brandon really didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do. He had felt an unbearable urge to get inside her, she was willing, but he was also afraid of hurting her, as he tried to enter her himself. Seemed that they were going to be losing their virginities to each other somehow, and while that made him thrilled he couldn't help think that things were going too fast, but he could no longer stop it than he could stop himself from falling. Falling ever more deeply in love with her. Only yesterday she dropped into the seat next to her at class, but it seemed like he had known her all his life, all his life was preparation for this one moment. Lay back, she said, and he obeyed, as she put her weight on top of his cock, which was now harder than he could ever remember it being. She laid her hands on his chest, and he could see her face straining with pain. He felt something give, and then his cock slid into her pussy. She was warm and wet inside, a feeling like nothing he had ever felt before. He brought her down in an embrace, their bodies joined, and kissed her once again, deeply, passionately, I love you, he whispered again. In that embrace, he turned her around so she was beneath him again, and rested his hands on her forearms. Looking down to where they were joined he could see the blood of her innocence there, and that was a reminder that he needed to be gentle. He moved slowly, moving just a little deeper every time, fighting the urge to speed things up and bring himself to climax alone. No, he had to savour every moment, every sensation, he had to be patient and somehow feel her, and bring her there as well. He found a suitable rhythm, not too slow, not too fast, and soon enough, he could feel tension rising in her as it rose in him, and he heard her moans get louder and louder and her body stiffened and arched as she let out a loud scream, and just then, he felt it rise in him too, and he pulled out, white fluid spurting out of him in rhythmic bursts, squirting across her white belly. They took a shower together and washed off the last of the blood, sweat, and seed. The shower was far too sensual as well, but seeing as she was tired and in a little pain, he decided to let her rest. The alcohol buzz was fading, and it was at that moment that the reality of what had happened between them hit. It was perhaps just the alcohol, but no, given as they had both never done it before, it had to be more than just that. Afterwards, they went to bed together, still naked, and together in his little bed. The next morning, Brandon awoke to footsteps, and someone calling his name. Elizabeth was still asleep, curled in a naked ball beside him. Brandon, are you there? a voice asked, and a middle-aged old lady opened the door to his room, seeing them both. It was Mrs. Alden, the landlady. Oh, excuse me! she said.
Thread: College, Clueless, and Curious (stormwyrm x SexyChick)

Mrs. Alden scurried down to the common room. That was our landlady, Brandon said, his face burning. Remember I asked her to come by so we could fix things up for you? We'd better get dressed and see her. He hastily put his pants back on, and found a new shirt after noticing that he ruined the one he was wearing last night. They came down to see her as soon as they could, and Brandon introduced Elizabeth to Mrs. Alden. Well, maybe you don't need separate rooms then, she smiled, laughing. Oh, I'm sorry. I just miss being as young as the two of you... well, what the two of you seem to have been doing isn't really against the rules, so it's none of my business. The two of you are of legal age and all that, and I'll just ask that you be careful. Wouldn't want you to become parents before you're ready. Anyhow, here's the contract, and the keys to the room next to Brandon's and well, just call me by next week when you can have the advance rent for your stay available, she said. I was wondering how long a handsome fellow like you would take before you got a girlfriend! she teased Brandon, slapping him on the back like an annoying aunt. Be good to her, she's given you something very special looks like. And to Elizabeth I'm pleased to meet you, and well, I wish you happiness. Looks like you're well on your way to finding it! Brandon and Elizabeth saw her to her car and she drove away, waving. Anything you'd like to do for today? Brandon asked Elizabeth. We've got the whole day ahead of us.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia The only thing Lowell could focus on was the pounding his head and that there was blood all over his hands in the cold air. His feet were aching and cut up, but his head- oh, his head! - hurt so much worse than any of his body aches. He had the feeling that he had been hit really hard on the head or maybe even fell down or something. He didn't know but the pain was almost unbearable. Where was he? The tree supported his back as he almost double-over, the pain suddenly punching him in the gut as he threw up whatever was in his stomach. He only ended up spitting. When was the last time he had eaten anything? Why didn't he have shoes- A voice managed to get past the pain in his head and startle him, eyes wide as he almost tripped, using the tree to stop himself from falling. Panic raced through his bloodstream, his breath picked up as he looked for the person who had yelled at him. The bombardment of questions made him even more frightened and he backed up from the man who was talking to him. I don't know! I don't know! He put his hands in front of himself as if to ward off the man and hide. It almost didn't feel right to want to hide but he didn't have a real choice. He was injured and this man wasn't and could hurt him. What else was he to do? Then the man's voice changed and seemed concerned, Lowell remembering that he was covered in blood. That made him even more panicky. What had he been doing? Who was he? He couldn't properly see the man's face but he still didn't want to be here. The man stepped up closer and his voice changed again, softening as if to keep from frightening him. Was this man a good person? He didn't know why he thought that but he had the feeling that he was even though he was still confused and uncertain about why this person would help him. It didn't seem right but he couldn't just turn the person away. He was far too hurt and his thoughts hurt. When the man put an arm behind him, he tensed up before doing as the man asked, nodding his head slowly and putting his arm around the man's shoulder. He felt so heavy now and put his weight on the other man. Why was it so cold out? He had been warm before, he could remember that. But where had he been that was warm? He just couldn't remember and the more he pressed, the more it hurt. C-c-cold...It's c-cold... He stammered out, teeth chattering as he leaned on the other man. He felt so tired and his vision was showing black dots that winked in and out. What had he done? He kept blinking his eyes to try to clear his vision and keep himself away. He had to keep himself awake. He had to get wherever they were going.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia The walk felt like it took forever and yet didn't seem very long. His sense of time was screwed up and he didn't exactly remember how they got into the house but soon was being laid down on a couch, the soft and warm cushions making him groan. His back hurt, too, he came to realize and wondered if he had fell down. He felt bruised all over and just in pain. He was told not to move and it wasn't a hard task for him. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to do anything. Was he going to die? It felt fitting to die here for some reason. But his head - he shut his eyes, hoping that if he did, it might lessen the throbbing pain that ripped through him. It helped in the slightest but everything seemed so loud when he did. Maybe closing his eyes was a bad idea. A warm and wet softness hit his hands and arms, making him open his eyes as he watched the man start to clean his arms. He saw line after line of scars revealed, making his eyes widen. Had he really done that to himself? The word time circled around in his head but he wasn't sure what it meant. And then the towel was against his face, making him wince and try to pull away but soon the blood was gone, his vision more clear. His blue eyes looked at the young face before him and he felt like maybe...maybe he knew him? But it was a blank. He didn't know this man. However, this man seemed to know who he was for there was fear in his eyes that made Lowell swallow. That fear was...he shook the thought away. Bandages were pressed against his head wound, making him wince once more before the man started speaking and said a name - supposedly his name- and so he had to conclude that this man knew him. But how did he know him? What was their connection? Why did he seem so afraid of him? Had he hurt him before? And then he said sorry. Had they...had they been...lovers? He looked at the man questioningly before speaking yet nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he tried again, voice rough. Is Kerrigan my name? I don't remember. Do you know me? He said, eyes searching for answers on the other man's handsome young face. He almost reached out a hand, but instead brought his arms up, inspecting the scars. They looked so precise that they scared him. Why had he done this to himself unless it had been someone else who had done it? But why would they? What had he been doing out in those woods? It was driving him crazy and the pain, the pain was almost unbearable.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Lowell couldnt help but frown but it was a light frown since the pain in his head made it hard for him to have any real expressions that caused him to stop relaxing his face. It really made him wonder what he had fallen onto or what might have hit him. He probably looked like crap but at least he was alive, right? Did that suddenly make things okay? He tried to figure it did. Oliver Tell. He wanted to say that the name seemed familiar but he honestly didnt remember but there was somethinghe could feel it crawling beneath the surfacesome distant memory. Tell? Are you related to William? Do you like apples, Mr. Tell? He felt the words resonate through his mind in a voice so filled with confidence and sarcasm that he wondered if he had said it or if someone else had said it and he just remembered them talking about it. Even though the words repeated a few times, he felt no attachment to them and wondered if it had been someone he had known talking about histherapist. Well, at least that drew away some of the potential awkwardness of them possibly being lovers, not that he would have minded. He wouldnt have minded at alleven with the nervousness and the guilt that resonated in the mans voice. It was almostsensual. Shaking himself mentally, he listened to the man speak before he went and got him something to eat. He was patient, inspecting the scars on his arms. They meant something, right? Didnt they? Hell, how was he supposed to know? He didnt even know how old he was or why he was even here or where here was. It was a bit overwhelming. Do youlike apples? He couldnt help but want to ask, but soon the man had dropped everything off including some pain medication and seemed so uncomfortable that he left. What had he done to this man? He was awfully curious as to what it could be. What had him so on edge? Was it because he had an old patient in his home? Probably. He supposed that would be a problem. Some people liked their privacy. Or maybe he had a lover and was worried about what his lover would think of a strange man being in the house? Something about that bothered him but he decided not to dwell on it. Thinking too much hurt his head. Swallowing down the pills with a grimace, he soon dug into the food carefully so as not to jog his brain too much. He sipped at the dark liquid and almost spat it out, sticking his tongue out. What is this nasty stuff? He said to no one but seeing as he had nothing else to drink, he managed to drink that stuff down along with his food. It wasnt the best thing to eat, probably because some part of him remembered that he didnt like half this stuff, but he needed to eat and it was warm. He chewed everything slowly before he set the plate and drink aside, wanting to curl up on the couch but he didnt want to get any blood on it. Frowning a bit, he just sat there, resting his head on his arms, closing his eyes as the pain very slowly started to ebb. He had the feeling it would be awhile before the pain stopped but at least it was one its way out.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Oliver stood under the rush of water, staring at his hands, which by now had been almost rubbed raw. He wondered if he'd ever feel clean. It didn't feel right, even with his fear of Lowell, to have thoughts of brushing him away again. Like Lowell was old garbage, the way he had done the first time. Oliver set his jaw. No, he was younger and less experienced then. He could help Lowell with his problems now. Couldn't he? Then there was the problem of the amnesia. His brain probably functioned the same way, he had just simply lost his memories making him vulnerable, but nonetheless unstable. Oliver let out a shaky breath. The old Lowell, if he had been the one to find him, would have killed him. The rage he had seen in those pale blue eyes during the trial were still burned into his concious. It was hard to look into them again, even after three years. No, especially after three years. What happened to him in that time? More importantly, how had he escaped? People were looking for him. Oh god, what if they found out- Scrunching his eyes closed, Oliver did something he never, never , would have done if it wasn't for the panic he knew was eating him alive. He yanked the shower dial all the way to freezing. Yelping, he jumped from the shower, shivering uncontrollably. Padding quickly to his room and mumbling curses under his breath, he dressed then steeled his resolve. What had he been doing, taking care of himself before the injured man in the next room? Suspect or not. I can do this. He's lost his memories. Oliver's eyes alighted on the hunched form sitting on his couch, head hung in his hands. A pang of sympathy mixed with his guilt. Compassion rose, despite his former apprehension, and Oliver made his way carefully in front of his old patient. He looked pitifully lost, and confused and no doubt tired. Mr. Kerrigan? Oliver said quietly, trying not to startle him. He rubbed his hands together, still shivering slightly, and cheeks tinged pink from the freezing water he had dumped over himself. I can help you to the shower If you'd like, He added hastily. I also have a clean set of clothes for you and a bed where you can rest, but you need to get off that b..blood. Oliver looked down and away, silently kicking himself for stuttering at the end and ruining the calm he had been able to keep in his voice.
Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia As time passed, the pain started to dissipate, but there was still enough to make him dizzy and weak. Lowell couldnt remember anything but he had been trying in the time that Oliver had been taking his shower. There was such a vagueness that he wondered how he was ever going to remember what had happened to him. Would he remember? However, his eyes opened when he heard footsteps and felt his body on high alert though he seemed relaxed. His hands had clenched and his expression had hardened until he saw it was just Oliver. He relaxed and that confused look came back. Why had he reacted that way? Like someone was going to cause him harm? He didnt know but lifting his head, he looked at the other man, those green eyes looking so regretful. Yes, I would like some helpDo you like apples? He tacked on, not sure why he felt compelled to ask that question. He frowned even after he had asked it, rubbing the side of his head that wasnt bruised as if he was trying to convey physically how confusing the question was to him. There was no malice, no teasing in those blue eyes as they looked over Oliver. His cheeks were all pink and he looked cold, the mans lips a bright coloralmost red like the blood that was on him. He found himself leaning towards that mouth until he caught himself, shaking himself physically. What was wrong with him? Yesneed to get rid ofthe blood He said softly, looking at the cuts on his left arm. There were sixteen cuts on his forearm and a flash of a hand dragging something metallic over once virgin skin until the line was clean and bleeding freely went through his mind. He continued to stare before the fingers of his right hand moved along the lines almost reverently. The image of the cutting kept replaying as if it had some ritualistic significance. He was entranced until he heard a soft voice murmur in his mind that there was no need to keep time. He grinned before he suddenly just snapped out of it, looking up at Oliver with a frown. A shower soundsreally nice.