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poster: Jen date: 29 September 2001, 12:54am EST Sarah stood outside Max’s door and nervously smoothed the long black broomstick skirt down; the only item in Cassandrea’s closet that fit and her roommate didn’t pale when Sarah touched them. /Given the condition of my clothes the last time Max and I were together, she probably doubts these will even be fit for the rag pile when we’re done with them./ Sarah grimaced, picking an invisible piece of lint off the black low cut baby tee she wore. /And she’s probably right. God. I feel like a lamb going to the slaughter. How could they do this? I was fine with this before, but now... now it’s just weird. I hate that they did this... that they made something special into this bizarre life saving event. That all the adults are going to know about and look at us and... crap. This sucks. And getting caught standing outside his door is going to make this oh so much better./ Taking a fortifying breath, Sarah rapped on Max’s door. "Umm hi," Sarah stammered as Max opened the door. /Oh that’s good. Umm hi. I’m here to fuck you and save your life... ugh. This is going to be a disaster. / "Can I come in?" "You don’t have to." "You’d rather do this in the hall?" Sarah asked arching a brow. 'Okay, but I think you’d be more comfortable without an audience." Max looked down at her for a long moment before releasing a suffering sigh and stepping back to let her into the room. Sarah let out the breath she’d been holding. Max could be stubborn. It was one of the things she liked best about him, but in this case... "You don’t... you don’t have to," Max ran a hand thought his hair. God, he looks terrible. Strung out and... "I don’t want..." Guilty. Very guilty. "I don’t want you to be sick." "I don’t want you to do this ‘cause you think you have to." Max grumbled. "I’ll be fine." "Max, look at you - you won’t be fine. You’re sweating and shaking already." Sarah said, pushing a wisp of hair off his cheek, tucking it gently behind his ear. "I was willing before-" "But it’s different now." "How is it different?" "It shouldn’t be like this." "It is what it is, Max." Sarah replied easily dropping the borrowed handbag and it’s box of condoms on the nightstand. "Now... are you gonna make a girl beg?"
poster: nacey date: 7 October 2001, 9:17am EST OOC: I am *really* sorry this took so long. Life been busy as a bitca lately. I looked away, trying to contain the shakes that were ripping through my body. I couldn't... I couldn't do this to her. I couldn't do this to myself! I didn't want my first time to be a pointless mercy-fuck. I pulled off my singlet, sick of it sticking to my skin, and threw it aside as I turned away from Sarah. I gazed out the window, heartbeats in my chest rocking my entire body. I could feel my blood running through my veins, my skin crawling, the hairs on my body spiking in the sudden cool of shirtlessness. As I stood there, cool hands touched my back. They made me jump, and I shrunk away, slinking over to the bed and curling up on it. "Max..." Tears stung my eyes. I felt totally humiliated. I covered my face in my hands, shaking my head. "Max please..." I pressed my lips together, trying not to sob. "It's wrong," I said. "Wrong." "No," she said. "It's-" I looked to her, red rimming my eyes. "I can't- I don't want this to be something I can't treasure." She frowned. I couldn't read her expression, but her hands were a little tense. "Max... you could die." I shrugged, looking away and curling up again. "I'd rather die than to disgrace you." There was a moment of silence, and then I could hear Sarah scoff. "Oh my God, I can't believe this..." I peeked at her from my arms. "Jesus, Max, you wouldn't be disgracing me, okay?" "I would," I said, sitting up a little. "It'd be fucking you to keep my heart beating. That's not right!" "You dying isn't right either!" she cried. "I couldn't live knowing I'd taken some form of advantage of you," I said. She rolled her eyes, obviously getting very upset. I think she was shaking. "Why?!" she cried. "Why do you care so much about this?!" I shrugged, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. "Because I love you." OOC: Yeah-ha. Jen is *soooo* gonna kill me :-P
poster: Jen date: 7 October 2001, 7:50pm EST OOC: Nacey is evil. But so am I. I love you. Sarah fought her gut instinct to run and her body’s attempt at hyperventilation. Passing out or fleeing in horror weren’t going to help this scenario any. Deep breath... he loves you... don’t run... exhale slowly... love - oh god... inhale... I thought this was fun... exhale...He can’t mean it. Sarah opened her eyes searching Max’s for the answer she prayed was there. It wasn’t. Sarah remembered that look. It had been along time since she’d seen it directed at her, but she knew it nonetheless. He loved her. Or at least thought he did. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to say it back? Is that how this works? I say it back and he’ll be okay with this. Fuck...I can’t... I won’t say it. I don’t mean it and he deserves better than a lie from me. I like him, but love... Sarah shook her head. "Why are you making it so dammed complicated?" "Sarah I-" "I - I don’t understand." Sarah paused, running a hand through her hair trying to come up with the right words. "How is it disgracing to take what you need to survive when it’s being freely offered?" "Because it’s not. You’re here cause I’m sick. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that. I’m not." Doesn’t want to take advantage of me. That’s a new one. Guys have never worried about taking advantage of me whether I was offering or not. "I was here yesterday and you didn’t seen to have any complaints then. If Logan hadn’t shown up, would you have stopped?" Max blushed a deep red and twitched his ears. "Er ... no." Sarah sunk down beside him, the mattress dipping beneath her and ran her fingers down his jaw. "Then what’s the problem now? I’m here because I want to be. Nobody forced me to come here." Not in so many words, but hey - he doesn’t have to know that. And I do want to be here - with him. "It’s not about being forced or it being offered... It - we - this should be about feelings not just needs." "Are you trying to convince me, Max, or yourself?" "The first time should be something special." "First time... second time... hundredth time... It doesn’t matter. Max. Sex isn’t..." Sarah waved her hands wildly. "It - it isn’t... Dammit! You know what? Forget it," Sarah snarled heading for the door. If he wanted to die, so be it. "Sarah wait." Sarah stopped in her tracks; one hand on the doorknob, praying he’d changed his mind "It’s not..." "It’s not what?" "It should be special. I want it to be special for us." "It’s not going to be anything for us if you’re dead. I’ll be in the gym if you change your mind."
poster: nacey date: 7 October 2001, 8:38pm EST OOC: Sorry so short. Life being stressy. She began to walk out, and I reached up, wheezing, trying to stop her. The door slammed before I could get her to stop. I rolled onto my back, breathing heavy, funny colours swimming before my eyes. Oh shit. Maybe I should have just screwed her. It'd all gone beyond pure need and now I was just feeling ill... so fucking awful. I lay there, eyes wavering open and closed. Sweat poured from my body, my fur stuck to my skin. The colours took over, and I blackness chased them away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Logan grit his teeth. He couldn't concentrate on the game he was watching, and Marie was making herself scarce for some damned reason. He knew his kids were off doing the wild thing, and it all felt very wrong to him, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it. Max needed it - needed - it. He turned off the box and pulled off his sweater, grabbing a bottle of water and heading for the gym. He could work off the stress. He didn't get very far when he found Sarah striding down the hall with an angry look on her face. He stopped her, frowning at her. "What are you doing here - you finish that quickly?"
poster: Jen date: 7 October 2001, 9:10pm EST Sarah grit her teeth and hissed, "Get. Out. Of. My. Way." "Nuh uh princess. What happened?" "What happened? What happened?!!" Sarah shrieked. She no longer cared if she got to stay, in fact right then she was wailing to pay for her own dammed bus ticket. "I’ll tell you what happened. I went. I offered. He'd rather die than fuck me. There. You happy? Now get your mangy ass out of my fucking way!" Logan gripped her shoulders, halting her escape. "Sarah calm down. What exactly did he say?" "He thinks he’s in love with me. Happy?" Sarah snapped jerking out of his grasp. Logan nodded. That made sense. "And?" "And?" "He wants it to be something he can treasure," Sarah sneered. "So you know what? You want someone to fuck him go do it yourself!"
poster: nacey date: 7 October 2001, 10:28pm EST The obscenities flowed past Logan's ears, and he blinked. Now wasn't the time for laughing, but the girl sure amused the heck out of him. It showed as he cocked a brow, holding her still with a hand on her shoulder. "You're angry at him because he feels something for ya?" Sarah just glared at him. "No," she snarled. "Whatever delusions he has are fine." Logan rolled his eyes. "Come on, how can you blame the kid? I mean, he's been kicked in the teeth for lookin' the way he does, you come along with the mojo and expect him to just wanna fuck you?" He shrugged. "Fine for anyone else but that's not the way Max is." "Then he has a serious problem, doesn't he?" Now Logan was angry. He glared at her. "You'd let him die?" "What the hell do you want me to do? I went and I offerred. He said no. You want me to go and bat my little eyelashes and tell him that I love him, sir? Are those my orders, sir?" Oh shit, he was way out of his depth. "I dunno! Do I look like fucking Dear Abby?!" He waited for a moment then blinked. "And stop callin' me 'Sir'. It's just Logan." Sarah shifted from foot to foot and crossed her arms. "As you wish, Sir." Logan glowered and growled. "Right..." He didn't have time for this, and with all honesty, neither did Max. He grabbed Sarah, the girl kicking and screaming, and dragged her towards Max's room. "What are you DOING?" she yelled. "Sorting this out," Logan said simply. They arrived at Max's room, and Logan threw open the door. "Max... wake up." Max lay in bed, looking very pale. Logan frowned, and striding over he shook Max. "Wake up kid!" Max didn't wake up. He slapped the kid's face, pulled him up, shook him a little. "Max!" Max grunted, groaned, his head lolled on his shoulders. Logan looked to Sarah. "Get some water from the fridge." Once in his hand, he splashed the water in Max's face. The boy blinked, moaning, and rolled over, covering his face in his hand. There. "Right," Logan said. He pointed to Sarah. "You stay here. You ain't comin' out till this is fixed, you got it?" Before the girl could reply, he marched out, closed the door, and then sunk his claws into the lock. There. It wouldn't hold Sarah for very long, but it might have been long enough to get her talking to Max again. Meanwhile, Logan went to ready Jean if necessary.
poster: Jen date: 8 October 2001, 6:57pm EST OOC: Nacey seems intent on tormenting these two, but I *bats eyes innocently* think they deserve a break. Sarah tried the door handle and snarled. She pounded her fists on the door, screaming for Logan. There was no response except the vibrations of Logan’s boots as he walked away. Biting back a sob, Sarah sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, resting her forehead on the barred door. "Sarah-" At his soft call, Sarah’s control broke and she sobbed loudly. Max couldn’t listen to her cry, knowing it was because of him. Because of this. He struggled to his feet and crossed over to her, sinking to the floor. She tensed the instant he touched her, but Max wrapped his arms around her nonetheless. "Baby, please don’t cry." "Don’t cry," Sarah scoffed. "What the hell would you like me to do while I sit here and watch you die?" "Sarah, I- " "I really don’t want to hear anymore about why would rather die than touch me." "I was going to wait until you were ready to tell you I loved you, but... nothing seems to be working out the way..." Max’s voice trailed off, not knowing how to explain this to her in a way that wouldn’t have her running for the hills, or bursting into tears again. Sarah’s voice broke the long minutes of silence. "You think he’s serious?" She asked, looking up at the damaged door. Max let her go and ran a hand through his hair. The need was back, but having her this close, breathing in her faint scent, was easing the sick feeling some. "Yeah." "Oh... so what are we going to do?" she asked, swiping the tears from her face, disgusted at how small and soft she sounded at that moment. Max tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers. He could taste her salty tears, but mostly he tasted her. She stiffened at the contact, but as his tongue teased her lips, Sarah sighed and opened beneath him. Groaning, Max deepened the kiss, and pulled her toward him. Sarah whimpered as Max sunk his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Max broke away, a hint of fear in his eyes. Invitation gleaming in her eyes, Sarah slowly removed her shirt, delighting in the desire that was written all over his face. Max gulped for air, suddenly breathless, as Sarah tossed her shirt to the side. No one would be interrupting them this time. This time, she was his. Max skimmed his hands over her breasts and smiled before abruptly rising to his feet. Sarah looked up, suddenly nervous. His rejection now... Max held out his hand. "Unless you’d prefer the floor." Sarah laughed and held out her hands, allowing Max to pull her up. If he was teasing her, he must have come to terms with this. Winding her arms around his neck, Sarah’s heartbeat jacked up a notch as she pressed herself against his naked chest. "The bed will be fine," she purred. "Next time," she added kissing her way up his chest, "We can try the floor."
poster: nacey date: 14 October 2001, 1:15pm EST OOC: If that's not a fade to black, I dunno what is!! When I woke up, I felt like it had been months since the pain and agony I'd been feeling. Fresh, light and free was my mood, and taking a breath in, all I could smell was our scents deeply mingled around us. I looked down, and my heart melted. She was curled against me, leaning on my arm, her lips soft against my skin. Her hand was laying on my chest, fingers buried in the fur there, warmth soaking her skin. For the longest time I lay there, eyes closed, fingers running circles on her hip where my hand lay. I turned my head, looking at the way her lips curved, and my heart warmed. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, and breathed very gently. "You're beautiful." Her brow twitched, and the corner of her mouth ticked up. With a long waking breath, she stretched her arm up, curling over on top of me. She gave me a tired smirk. "Takes a while for your eyes to focus in the morning, huh?" I gave a soft laugh. "This from someone who's in bed with a guy who's furry and has paws?" Her smirk turned to a smile, "My focus is just fine thanks." I blushed, caressing her face softly. "You sleep okay?" She nodded, sighing. "Yeah. You're comfortable." I smiled. "Good." For a moment I just stared at her, her sweet face that betrayed the fiery personality beneath... it was that personality that inspired such passion in me. I cradled her face, just expressing how much I treasured her, and leaning up I kissed her briefly, but tenderly. "You wanna go get some breakfast?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah."
poster: Amezri date: 21 October 2001, 3:52pm EST OOC: Yeah, finally writing a post. I've been lazy and uninspired. Not to say that this one is any good. Sorry about that. She dumped the stack of books onto her bed and sighed. Cassandrea had practically been living on campus the last few days, studying and doing research for her Western Civilization paper. She hated Western Civ. "Everyone probably thinks I'm dead or something," she mused. Cassie barely had time to pull off her jacket when Kurt appeared in a cloud of sulfuric smoke. He smiled, baring tiny fangs, and stepped towards her. She scowled. "Ever hear of knocking?" Kurt grinned wryly and held out a single red rose that he'd plucked it from Ororo's garden mere moments before. "I apologize for my rudeness, zauberin. I've missed you." Cassandrea's features softened as she accepted the small token. "Thank you, it's lovely. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's been a really long few days," she sighed, gesturing at the books. He leapt on to her bed and picked up one of the heavy books, flipping through its well read pages. "You should go talk to Sarah," he said suddenly. "I should--why? What happened to Sarah?" Cassandrea was suddenly very concerned. She'd been too busy of late to keep tabs on her new friend and make sure that she was settling in okay after.. well, after everything. At least she was sure there wasn't another kidnapping plot. Someone would have told her about that.. wouldn't they? Kurt shrugged. "She's.. fine. I have not talked to her, but she. And Max." Cassie slitted her eyes. "She and Max what?" /Max, gods help you if you've hurt her./ "Perhaps you should talk to Sarah." "Kurt." He shrugged again. "They've gotten.. um.. very close." /Is that all?/ It was her turn to shrug now. "Yeah, I knew about that." "Oh," he said, clearing his throat. "I was on my way to your room when I overheard Logan and Sarah having a bit of an, uh, argument." "What's new?" "Then he dragged her in to Max's room and er.. locked them in. Haven't seen them since." Cassandrea cocked an eyebrow. /Man, I knew Max was sick and needed to.. uh.. yeah. But Logan had to drag Sarah in there? That doesn't seem right./ "Yeah. Thanks, Kurt. I'll talk to her." /Right after I finish that paper,/ she thought with a scowl.
poster: Jen date: 21 October 2001, 10:32pm EST OOC: Thanks to Amezri for the real time assist as Cassie. "We... um need some clothes, unless you were planning to go to breakfast like that?" Sarah asked, an amused smile dancing across her features as she took in Max’s nakedness. Max blushed and pulled the sheet up to cover his nakedness. Sarah laughed and hopped from the bed, grabbing Max’s shower bucket and a t-shirt. "Back in five," Sarah turned to Max and winked. Sarah finished up her morning classes and returned to her room to change into something less... conspicuous than Max’s t-shirt and shorts. Slipping into her room, she smiled at the sight of Cassandrea asleep at her computer screen and tried to dress as quietly as possible, but, as her luck went, the dresser drawer stuck and she cursed loudly as it finally opened. "Oh my god, what time is it?" "Uh eleven thirty. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you." "So I heard you and Logan um.... had some words." "Words? Yeah... I guess you could call it that," Sarah replied lacing up her running shoes. Logan wanted her in the gym in fifteen for a ‘skill evaluation.’ Sarah was just hoping to get in a few good shots. "When’s your paper due?" Sarah asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from her ‘disagreement’ with Logan. "Oh, uh, tomorrow," Cassie sighed. "You know, you might sleep better in a bed. Keyboard marks on your face take a while to go away." "Ha. Ha." Cassie clicked the save icon. Wouldn't want hours of napping--er, work--to be wasted. "Now, back on topic. What happened with Mr. Logan?" "What did you hear?" "Just that you guys had a shouting match in the hall. Then he dragged you into Max's room." "Oh. Well... yeah. That’s about it. Then he mangled the lock so I wouldn’t leave." Cassie’s response was to raise an eyebrow asking for more information. "Logan was pissed that I left Max and made me go back. That’s about it." Cassie asked why Sarah had left Max in the first place and when the girl explained it, "What is he, stupid?" was the only reply she had. "Apparently, yes," Sarah sighed and sunk down on her bed. The bed, she mused that she’d never actually slept in. "No. That’s not fair. He’s just... a romantic." "Yeah, but it doesn't make him any less of an idiot." Sarah snorted in agreement. "I assume he's uh, better now?" "Uh yeah," Sarah replied, blushing. "He seemed fine this morning." "Good," Cassie smirked. "Seen Logan yet?" "No," Sarah growled. "I get that pleasure in a few minutes." Sarah turned and smirked. "Killing him's probably out of the question, huh? The Professor would notice." "Probably" she chuckled. "Is he always like that?" "Not always. But most of the time." At least he takes good care of Max. "Great. Being late probably won’t help me any either. I better go. See you at dinner, or will you be drooling on the keyboard some more?" "I'll be at dinner," she smirked. "Good. Save me a seat. Hopefully, I'll still be among the living."
Sarah entered the gym, trying to keep her anger at her mentor under control. Being angry in a fight was a sure way to get hurt and Sarah had no doubt that Logan would hurt her if she messed up. "Follow me." "Yes sir." Logan glowered at the attached 'sir,' but kept walking. She was angry, and if Logan were honest with himself, she had every right to be. He just didn't have a clue how to make things right with her. Stuffing down her anger, Sarah walked behind Logan as he led her from the gym. It wasn’t like she had a choice. They arrived at a large metal door with the familiar X motif on it and Sarah stepped through, her eyes widening, as she looked around the cavernous room. The Professor and Mr. Summers stood in a glass booth high up the wall in what seemed to be a control room. "What is this place?" "The Danger Room," Logan replied tossing his shirt in the corner. "You ready, princess?" Logan asked, an evil grin spreading across his face as the bare room shimmered and was replaced by a dark alleyway. In her moment of disbelief, Logan disappeared into the shadows. "Show me what ya got." Sarah narrowed her eyes and set to work. She was in her element.
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