Taming of the wild one (Notte & Frelance)

[Evo Var]

Scott took in the buildings he saw as he neared the school. Sighing closed his eyes and put his head on the glass of the window. He didn't know much about this school but from what he had heard the staff was stuck up and strict. They had given him a choice between home schooling or going here. The decision was not a hard one for him to make, home was nothing more than loud music that blocked out the screams of his parents fighting so it was not surprising that he would give up his freedom to get away from them. Thats how he saw boarding school, all schools were like prison but boarding schools were worse because they were self contained. They gave you food, exercise, a bed to sleep on and education everything you would think to find in a prison.

Scott got out of the car without saying a word to his parents and not hearing anything they said because he had turned up his music. Going to the back on the car he made eye contact with some of the students who were walking around. Glaring at them he took a duffel bag and a skateboard from the trunk before he slammed it shut. He got onto his board and headed for the administration building. He didn't bother to look wait until his parents were out of sight before he bent down and reached into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants for a smoke.

By the time he found the administration building he had finished his smoke. If nothing else the girls here were great to look at, so would always have something to look at while he was in class. Scott took in the building and decided against putting on a choker or anything with studs when he got registered.

It took him almost two hours to get his room and a class schedule. So by the time he had dropped off his bag in his room it was time for lunch. Before he went to the cafeteria he put a few pairs of hand cuffs on the left leg of his pants, one studded arm band on each wrist and a thin choker with the words Fight for your self and give to those who are deserving in crimson letters. He didn't bother changing out of the standard army green shirt since it showed off his well toned chest. He was not overly muscled but he would fit in on any wrestling team with out much difficulty.

 

[Notte]

Belladonna Dolci was gorgeous, and ranked the top beauty in the school, she was the girl that every man wished he could have, every women wished she could be, and the icon of things people just hated but couldn't help to love. Although, she seemed delicate in appearance, she was anything but. She had a wicked personality that was as dark as she was light. Long auburn hair, low-lighted with black streaks that hung in waves down her back. Her eyes sparkled like a deep emerald and if one stared into them for too long, they would drown in the depths. Her breasts were firm, milky, and bigger then they should be for a girl her age. Due to the large amount of her breasts, her waist looked small, but there was a little plumpness there, making her body soft instead of bony. She had big hips and a toned rounded butt. Her legs were slightly longer then the rest of her body and the whole package came with a woman that had a five foot three inch frame.

She eluded grace and lust as if it were apart of her and in their school, she was with the group known as the seven deadly sins. Her sin, was the deadliest of them all: Lust. And she, was the leader, although most of the schools population had made a bet on whether or not she still possessed her maidenhead. At times, she could be quiet, docile, but she radiated an aura that demanded attention and loyalty, people either flocked to her like they were parched and she was their life giving nourishment or they envied and hated her. However, the school learned early on, that no one shall harm or slander her name, for the other Sin's would act upon it.

Her uniform was pressed to perfection and there was not a hair out of place as she walked towards the cafeteria where her six best friends were waiting for her. Her arms were filled with her study books as she made her way towards her table. Out of habit, she didn't bother to pay attention to where she was going, since the crowd usually just parted to let her pass. And that was when she ran into the back of some stranger and tittered to the floor, her books falling with loud thuds towards the ground. In an effort not to fall undignified towards the ground, she grabbed hold of the stranger and fell against him.

The quiet hush filled the room and the rest of the Sins rushed forward in an overly protective matter, as if they were body guards. All except sloth, whom she knew, was there to clean up the mess after the rest took care of it. Four females and three males were what consisted of the Sin's. And at that very moment. Wrath, Pride, and Greed, looked like the wanted to kill the man that she ran into and now clung too.

 

[Evo Var]

Scott was playing with one of the cuffs on his leg as he read the menu. He was only half reading the choices because he was trying to figure out how the hell he would survive here. His last few schools had at least been public so he could leave after school and head for the skate parks near by. This place didn't seem to offer him anything, sure there were a few stairs out side the buildings and a hand rail here and there but no high slopes or hills that he had seen yet.

He snapped his head around as he half turned to see who had hit into him. He was amazed by the girl he saw their but he had no time to admire her beauty. He looked away from her just as fast as he had looked at her and took in the situation. He had been sent to enough boot camp style summer camps to not automatically take in everything within seconds.

Scott didn't like the way everyone but one table froze. He looked from one group of students to the next. It only took him a second to lock onto the five people coming at him. He took one last glance at the girl who was still holding onto him. "Would you let go already, Jesus." He pulled away from her as his gaze went back to the glares of the five in front of him. "She walked into me, I didn't do anything to her." He ran his hands through his hair, it calmed him for a few seconds. The feeling of his hand going over the hair that was just growing back told him that he could get out of anything if he played his cards right. When he had gotten kicked out of his last school the first thing his parents did was get him a military cut so that they could go home and send him the military school, fortunately this place had come to his rescue just in time. He looked at each one of the five standing in front of him and then down at his shoes quickly as he tapped the toe onto the tiles. The click that his shoes made was audible through out the room. Smiling he looked back at them to make sure they saw the steel toes on the shoes. He had stopped wearing combat boots when he started skating but he had been able to get steel toes fitted to his skate shoes. "Back off and know one gets hurt." He knew that he would be one of the ones to get the worst but he could take down at least one before they got him down.

 

[Notte]

Belladonna tilted her head at his harsh command, but released him as was proper. She watched him from beneath her lashes as she slowly bent down to pick up her books. Her hair tumbling in a wave over her shoulder to caress the floor. Peeking up and to the corner, she noticed Wrath, Pride, Greed and Envy on their way over to her, but the men had faces set in stone, with Wrath's eyes fired up for blood.

She gave an audible sigh at the trouble she knew was coming and at the vicious smile Wrath made when he was threatened. Wrath reached them first, always the protective pit bull; she really never had a break from them unless she told them to actually stay away, even then she still felt as if she were being watched. She stood up when Wrath smiled and said "I'll take that bet," while starting to throw a swing.

"Wrath, no! What he said is true, I did run into him. Calm, down, it was just an accident." Her voice was low, firm, silky and it wrapped around the mind like a comforting cocoon, soothing. She felt the air rush past her face when Wrath pulled away, a moment away from hitting her. She would not let anyone get hurt because of her, unless of course, she was doing the hurting. She held Wrath's eyes captive until he stepped down, but with a backward glace, he glared at Scott with a look that said it wasn't over.

Pride and Greed helped to pick up the rest of the items she had dropped, but they watched Scott and herself carefully. Waiting, just waiting to see what would happen. Turning around, she looked up at Scott and gave a smile that lit up the world. Her eyes were dark green liquid, swimming with both answers and mystery. "I do apologize, I was not paying attention to where I was going," her voice poured out like honey.

She reached out to touch him, but before she made contact she dropped her hand away, bowed and simply turned to walk away. Pride and Greed followed after her with her things. When she reached the glowering Wrath, she smiled up and him, stood on tip-toe and kissed his cheek, whispering something that only he could hear that seemed to relax him.

 

[Evo Var]

"Go then." Scott shifted slightly and tensed as Wrath started his punch. Scott was ready to fight him if he had to. He was raising his hands to deflect Wrath's punch when he heard he voice. It was so smooth as it wound its way through you. He could tell it was not only him that was being affected by her, a slight smile crossed his lips as Wrath turned and left. He glared back showing that he could come for it when he wanted but Scott was not going to give Wrath an easy fight.

Scott couldn't help but study her as she spoke to him. He had never seen someone with so much beauty. He almost lost himself in the combined power of her voice and her eyes. He saw so much and so little in them all at the same time. "Hmm," He shook his head and blinked a few times. He ignored her apologies, he had never liked them since they did so little. "I know you weren't, if you were you would not be knocking into people." He licked his lips unconsciously as her words came to him, he smiled at he as he wondered what she was really like under her.

He watched her hand as she went to touch her. As she dropped her hand Scott almost reached out so he could feel her skin. He stopped himself and just watched as they moved away. "You might want to get a muzzle for the Wrath. he doesn't seem stable."

After the sins were back at there table Scott got himself some food and found an empty table were he sat down. He was glad he got this table because he could sit facing away from the sins but still see them in the mirror near by.

 

[Notte]

Belladonna smiled up at Wrath, she knew that he was in a bad mood, itching for a fight and anyone would do. But, as big brothers went, she knew that he wanted to fight someone that kept on after her. Always with his large temper. The group talked about inconsequential things, the teachers, the parents, homework... but then, she knew it wouldn't last long and knew that one of them would bring it up. Greed, unlike Wrath hadn't stopped scowling since he had gotten to the table. "What was up with that man just now, Belladonna?"

She sighed and looked at all of them around the table. "Really now, all of you just calm down, it was an accident. I wasn't paying attention because I was thinking of the new essay I have to write up for the reformation. And he is new, I've never meet nor seen him on campus before, so he probably doesn't know of us or even the full rules. You all know that I love you terribly, but you cannot keep attacking anything that comes within ten feet of me. I mean really, you all wonder why I ask for a break from all of you sometimes. You treat me as if I'm a doll about to break at any moment. We all know that isn't going to happen, so please don't worry. We grew up and lived through it, now just constantly treating me as if I'm a child."

Her frustration was growing, she hated it, they treated her like the finest jade, the most delicate porcelain. They were all fun and no play, even though they started the game of the Seven Deadly Sins. She wasn't name Lust for nothing, everyone wanted her, craved and desired her, wished to do unimaginable things to her. And the rest of the Six, they were like family and she was the head, constantly needing protection from the demons they saw lurking in every shadow.

She barely touched her food, before she pushed the chair from the table and stood. Wrath, Pride, and Greed started to stand up with her, but she waved them all back down into their chairs. "Really, boys, I need a break. I will talk to you all later. If you need me, I will be in the library."

Wrath reached out to lay his hand on her arm, his eyes burning with restraint, "I am sorry, Ella. You know how I am. I want to tear everything apart. Everything apart that would hurt you, this family." He growled in a low voice, one that would frighten even the most hard trained worried, because of the fierce hatred that radiated out like lava, destroying everything in it's path.

She leaned down and kissed his cheek, "I forgive you, now be good. I don't want to bandage you or have to clear up any more fights. I protect you, just like you do me. Remember that." With that parting, she grabbed some of her things and walked away, heading towards the library, as always, her only sanctuary.

 

[Evo Var]

Scott sat silently at the table as he ate. He was glad that no one had sat down with him, he didn't want to talk to anyone. He could not get that girl out of his head, it was like she had gotten into him and attached part of her self there. He kept thinking of her as he watched the mirror and her in it. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her, he had seen his fair share of women in his time but this girl was different. He needed to get out oh here and skate around for a bit.

As Scott got up to leave he saw her starting to stand. He didn't want to cause more trouble since it was his first day. Once he was out of the building be bent down and pulled his skate board out of the bush he had stashed it behind before entering the cafeteria. Dropping the board so it started rolling forward he stepped onto it and pushed off toward some stairs that look high enough to get some air off of.

After a few minutes of jumping and grinding off of the stairs Scott did his final jump and started to skate towards the library. He crouched down and pulled out another smoke as he weaved his way through the students walking around. Even through he didn't look like he would read much he did. He found library to be a good place to get some time away from the noises of the rest of the world.

 

[Notte]

Belladonna slowly made her way to the library, getting randomly stopped by people, as always. Students stopped her to say hi, and she played along with the niceties, politely, but distant. Visiting parent's would also stop her, asking for directions, or even what life was like for students. Lastly, the faculty continually stopped her progress towards the library, questions about or suggestions for the student council. And as she was due, she replied to each person unhappy with each stop, but always kept a smile on her face even while she was boiling with frustration.

She hated it, the feeling of being caged in because of her delicate, exotic, and beautiful features. Everyone always seemed to want a piece of her. And, because she was so well known or liked or envied or even hated, she never really had a moments privacy. The lifestyle of the rich, the famous, and the beautiful. No secret was ever a secret for long: not unless it was covered up or countered.

Finally, at long last, she had made it to the library, her hidden treasure trove. Students rarely, if never, came to the library, they always tended to head towards the computer rooms. She loved it here though, hidden away among the books like a forgotten story, it was quiet and peaceful and here, just could just rest with no eyes to watch her every move. And the smell, she loved the smell of the books.

Leisurely, she made her way down each row, her fingers dancing along the titles on each binding. She longed for the freedom she found in the books, the passion, the fierce emotions; yet while she had to always keep a pleasant face, be the perfect beauty. Never was she allowed to be wild and untamed, it was expected of her to be graceful and respectful.

She kept on walking, trying to find the perfect book for her mood, something that would take her mind far away from her duties. And then, she found it, a semi-thin book hidden away in the health section. "Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns," she read the title in a whisper as her hand caressed the cover. On her way, she picked up a few other books, just in case anyone came upon her. It would be unseemly to be viewed with such a book; and she was raised with the knowledge that it was all about appearances. Oh, how they were so deceiving.

She walked towards the windows, towards the bright light of mid-day. Opening a window, she sat on the ledge and let the wind flow across her face, tugging her hair in a strange dance. Picking up her book, she leaned back to read. She smiled, softly, secretly, a relaxed smile that no one ever saw. Here in this place, her quiet salvation, she was free.

((OC: damn it, the other version I had written was so much better then this, but it was deleted off my phone or else it would have been up sooner.I do apologize.))

 

[Evo Var]

((OC: Ya I saw your post in the random facts. I will try to post faster and more often in the future.))

It took Scott almost fifteen minutes to find the library and he was getting frustrated after being stopped three times by teachers and warned about smoking on school property. One of the teachers had gone as far as taking the smoke before she left him alone. He skated the rest of the way to the library and went around the corner. He sat down in one of the darker shadows and had his smoke.

When he had finished he walked back around the corner he realized that there was an open window down wind of where he had been smoking but didn't look to see if anyone was close enough to it to have smelt the smoke. He entered the library and started to walk among the rows of books. He didn't find anything that really interested him but that was no surprise, what he really wanted to read schools especially this one would never carry.

He had put his head phones back in and had his music loud enough that it could just be heard by anyone around him. He usually didn't play it so high but he figured that know one was going to here him so why should he turn it down. He walked through the gap between rows of books. He had started to wonder if he was going to find anything that looked interesting when he walked out of one row and saw her sitting at the window reading. If he had chosen the row behind him he would have been to far away to read the tile of the book she was reading. He couldn't help but smirk as he read it. He knew looks truly could be deceiving but he was still surprised that she would be reading anything with a title like that.

He walked up to her and smiled as he crouched down beside her. "Interesting book, is it any good?" He was itching to ask where she had gotten it but he held his tongue. He took a couple of seconds to look her over. He still could not believe that she was so much of what he wanted, he didn't even know why he wanted her. The more he thought about it he wondered if he wanted her or if he just wanted her to want him.

 

[Notte]

((OC: Yes, I am terribly sorry about that, I am just having really high stress issues and RPing helps to relax me.))

A shock wave hit her at the sound of the voice so close to her ear, she must have been so wrapped up in the book that she hadn't paid attention. She quickly turned towards him, a graceful and fast ballet movement, her legs whipping around to either side of his face, giving a quick glimpse of white lace boyshort's, before she quickly closed them. She looked regal like a Queen and was unapologetic, but she hid the book behind her back with one hand and the action jaunted her breasts forward.

A slight blush stained her cheeks, but really, that is what made her such a predicament. And out of everything, it was the innocents that others craved the most, the innocents and her beauty. Anyone who had her or knew her, tried to use her like a trophy, but thous far, none could ever say that they had had her, even though the rumors floated around. Her voice was soft, melodic when she spoke, "Yes, actually, it was a very interesting read. I hadn't seen or heard anyone in here nor did I feel your approach, I must have been lost within the pages."

Her head was tilted to the side as she looked at him, her emerald eyes dancing with a hidden secret and a slight embarrassment. At that moment, when her eyes connected with his, the wind rose and pushed a few strands of her hair forward to caress against his cheek. Her hair was soft to the touch and scented with the smell of Japanese Cherry Blossoms. She sat there, staring at him, frozen. She had never been alone with a man before, outside of her family and Pride and Greed.

Her lips pulled down into a slight pout, "we really must stop meeting like this, but may I ask your name?"

 

[Evo Var]

((Non taken, I am not used to writing this much for one post, I am enjoying making my posts even if it does take longer. Rping is a great way to get away and relaxing for a while.))

Scott held still as she whipped her legs around. A small smile played across his lips as she flashed him. It didn't matter to him if she had meant to give him the view or not, he had been on the top and the bottom so he could play both roles. He sat back on his heels as she hid the book behind her back. "I have not read that one but I know the author and she is a great writer." He wondered if she had realized that the author was female since she wrote in a way that made it very hard to tell.

Scott saw something in her eyes and almost smirked but turned into a soft smile as he recognized her embarrassment. His eyes closed as he felt her hair graze his skin and inhaled it's sent. His lips moved as if he were saying something but he stopped them before he could actually let his thoughts out. He slowly opened his eyes at her question.

He reached up and tucked the strands of loose hair behind her ear. He let his fingers run over her cheek for an instant before he stood up. "Ya, these meetings are not the best. I am Scott my last name is not important." He leaned against a near by shelf. "What can I call you?" He couldn't take his eyes off her even if he had wanted to.

((I will try to post before 10 am tomorrow but i have school in a few hours so this is my last post for tonight.))

 

[Notte]

Her eyes widened in surprise when he tucked her hair behind her ear, no one outside of the Seven's had ever dared to even try and touch her. And the act was, gentle, tender, but she wondered if it could have been something methodical. Had she wished for him to try? To see what it was like to have a man touch her in any type of way.

His finger's felt so warm against her cheek and as he pulled away she felt the loss, slowly she raised her hand up and cupped the cheek that he has touched almost as if he had scorched her, branded her. Her full lips parting in a soft "O" of surprise. Her mind was racing and it took her a moment to realize that he had responded in kind. She let her hand fall from her cheek to rest in her lap, where she clasped her hands together.

Looking up at him, her eyes gleamed brightly, and she smiled - freely, as if she were just being able to be herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you... Scott." The way she said his name, it poured off of her tongue as if it were the finest tasting honey, as if she had never whispered a man's first name before, low, innocent, sexy. "My name is Belladonna, Belladonna Dolci. Either that or you may call me the nickname that I have been given." She paused as if she were testing the word out, before she said it, her tongue darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips, leaving a glistening sheen that beckoned. "The other's... they call me Mistress Lust."

She looked down in embarrassment from the name, everyone called her the embodiment of lust, for she was the one who sparked their lust and their desire - but as of yet, she had never felt a true lust of her own, never tasted it, never craved anything, nor desired. She had always been sheltered and protected from the outside world by the others. She cleared her throat with a delicate cough and looked back up at him. "I really do must apologize for Wrath, he get's, well, rather obnoxious. And his temper is void and null when it comes to being protective of me."

 

[Evo Var]

Scott watch with amusement as she lifted her hand to her cheek but waited patiently. He was still trying to figure out if she was a natural sub or dom. He knew from the way she had handles her group that she had some dom in her but that didn't mean that she wasn't a sub by nature, he had met a few people who wanted to let go of the control they had for short periods of time but after a few times they wanted it more and more.

He dismissed the thought of her being a dom for the moment as she started to speak again. He couldn't help but return her smile even if it was not as open as hers. He had never been completely open with anyone and he was not going to start today. He a shadow of what felt like peace mixed with a bit of pleasure passed through him as she spoke his name. He tried to hide the shiver that ran through his body as he listened to her.

"Belladonna," He smiled as he thought about how unusual her name was, "You have a unique name if there was ever one." He stopped talking when she started to talk gain. He scowled at the use of the word Mistress but he had to admit that lust fit her perfectly. He wiped the scowl from his face as he tried to hide his thoughts. "Mistress is a very special title that needs to be earned and should not be used lightly." Smiling he dropped to one knee and took out another smoke but he did not light it. He stayed one one knee as he twirled the smoke between his fingers. "I will call you Lust until you earn the title of Mistress. If you don't mind of course."

He shifted so that he was sitting on his board. "Do all the names in that group fit the persons nature or is it just his and yours?" He didn't care for her apologie even through she was the one who had caused him to be provoked it didn't matter, he had dealt with worse guys than Wrath so he wasn't worried to much. "He doesn't seem to be the only one who is protective of you."

 

[Notte]

"My father named me after Atropa Belladonna, or more commonly referred to as Deadly Nightshade; the genus name Atropa comes from Atropos, one of the Three Fates in Greek mythology one who cuts the thread of life, and the name Atropa Belladonna is derived from an admonition in Italian and Greek meaning do not betray a beautiful lady." Her smile slightly faltered as she spoke and her lips slightly pulled down at the edges. "So, I guess in reality, I am a sweet toxic poison. Deadly but delicious." She blushed softly and reached her hand up to straighten her hair, a nervous gesture.

She frowned when he pulled out the cigarette, slowly reaching out, she placed her hand over his and extracted the cigarette from his fingers. Her eyes staring into his, "smoking is bad for you; it can give you cancer, wrinkle lines around your lips, stain your teeth yellow, and it isn't the nicest smelling thing either. Plus it's illegal to smoke on campus." A smile danced across her lips as she chided him as if he were a naughty child.

Her eyes danced with love and caring as she thought about the others and her voice was soft with familiarity, "Actually, the natures fit each person perfectly, well, except for mine of course. I'm deemed lust, but really, they all watch over me like hawks that I've never even managed to be kissed before. I remember once that Greed tried to kiss me and Wrath... Well, let's just say it turned into a rather large fight. Yes, they are all very protective of me," a dark look shifted across her face but was quickly masked, "for good reason."

She heaved a rather large ladylike sigh, "I love them all dearly, but sometimes I wish that I could just get a moment's peace of freedom. I always feel as if I'm being caged, not just by them, but by everyone. At all times, I'm required to be prim and proper. To give guidance and respect. To b e graceful and a perfect student, a perfect woman. I feel as if I have no control over my own life, but there is at least something that I do want to control."

 

[Evo Var]

Listening to her he rolled his board back and forth in front of her. "You father must be quite the man. It is always smart to not betray a beautiful lady." chuckling he looked down at the floor. "Deadly is not always a bad thing and the mix between it and delicious can cause extacy." He studied his smoke as he spoke, he knew that the deadly often caused the most extacy.

He looked up at her as he hand covered his, He let his fingers loosen as she took it away from him. He frowned as she spoke to him but he made no move to take back what was his. "Everything in this world hurts you eventually, so I don't see why I should worry about what I do. Anyway the way I am heading I will die long before my time." He eyes showed that he was frustrated by the way she spoke to him but he let it go on without to much fight. He smiled back at her but it was only half hearted at best.

He saw the love and care that were mixing in her eyes and he envied her and the others. He had stopped getting to close to anyone because they all hurt him in the end. "That should make it easy to predict how they will react then." He could not stop himself from thinking as if the information was something to use against them. He did this with everyone, from his family to the people walking around him. He smirk as she said that her name didn't fit her. "You are wrong about not being Lust, it suits you more than you know." He had to stop himself from kissing her right then and there. The fact that she had not been kissed was a double edged sword, he could be her first if he kissed her now but he would have to deal with the other six plus her family later. "What do you mean for good reason?" He tilted his head to the side as she made sure not to loose himself in her beauty.

He had felt that his life had been taken out of his control years ago and now he was just reacting to the challenges that they through at him. "What is it that you want to control?" He had an idea of what she might say but he wanted to be sure. He got off his board and moved closer to her but stayed at her eye level. "It's only us here no one else will know." He spoke with an air of someone who had been in these situations before as he ended with a more seductive tone and smiled softly up at her.

 

[Notte]

"My father is well, he isn't exactly protective and my name was chosen mostly out of hate. He is never around that much and just takes care of everything with money. Tries to buy people, tries to buy their love and adoration. I am just a bane upon his existence, since my mother birthed me than left me upon his doorstep. My mother was the love of his life, before she burned him. And it has irked him ever since, since I look so much like her." She swung her foot back and forth in a small circle of discomfort and tried as hard as she might to keep the burn of the tears from her eyes. She had never been able to speak so open and freely with anyone.

"I think, there are some things that are meant to hurt. That at one point in time, everyone has to feel the sting of betrayal and the disappointment. That way, they can grow, they can learn how to take charge of it. But, please, Scott, don't say that you will die early." She whispered the last softly, almost too softly to hear. "Wishing for an early death is no life."

She tilted her head right along with his and a frown made of confusion worried her brow, " What do you mean it suits me? How so? Do you feel that lust for me, is that how you know it suits me?" Although, the confusion was still there, a secret smile of pleasure pulled at her lips, although she tried to keep it from showing. She distinctly ignored his last question, by throwing her own questions back at him, but the answer to her questions she was more than curious to know.

Her body quivered at his question of wanting to know her desire to control and the way his voice lowered seductively, striking a cord in her body that gave little sparks. As he moved closer to her, she leaned closer into him, putting her cheek only a butterfly's wing away from his as her lips pressed dangerously close to his ear. "That is a secret no one but I shall ever know." Her tone was soft, sweet, hushed, as if she were whispering a secret to a lover. Slowly, she started to pull back, her baby soft cheek lightly grazing against his.

((OC: If you want, the way of playing the other Sins can be shared between us, using them when we have too for it to fit the script.))

 

[Evo Var]

Scott felt sorry for her, she had everything he would want ir already had. If his parents had just used money to solve all his problems he might not be here. Well that was a lie but that didn't matter they never used the money they had, he got a monthly check that he had to make sure to use wisely. "I guess we prove that the grass is not greener on the other side. You have all the money you could ever need. But you don't have the family connection that I wish I didn't have." He could see the she was not comfortable about talking about this. He put his hand on the leg that she was swinging. "You don't have to talk about this, I know its hard to take about parts of your past." He stopped himself before he said anything else, he was not going to tell her about his history. She didn't need to know and neither did the teachers although they could just check his file and it was all there.

He locked his jaw as he listened to her. He kept having to remind himself that she didn't know anything about him. He tried to kept his smile but it faltered as hie eyes smoldered. He took a deep breathe and then let it out. "I know how strong pain can make a person, trust me I know." He was not going to open up to her. Not as much as she has to him anyway. "I have done and been forced to do to many things, in my short time. I am not wishing to die." He left his hand on her leg as he spoke.

Scott made no attempt to he his actions as he looked her up and down. Once he had her eyes a smile crept onto his face. "You have know idea how well it suits you, I have not had such strong feeling of lust for anyone." He looked her up and down again then squeezed her knee gently.

He inhaled as she moved closer to him. His eyes closed as he caught the sent of her hair. He shuddered as he listened to her words. He let out a low breathe as she pulled away. This was it either he would let her pull back or he could give her a taste of what she wanted. He lifted his hand but then hesitated as Wraith popped into his mind. After a second he placed his hand on the side of her head and intertwined in her hair. "Take control, everyone wants it at least once." He smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her.