SO NOT Romeo+Juliet -Isa-

[LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE]

Had it not been for his annoying mother waking him up, Loki wouldn't have come to school. He tried his hardest to drop out during highschool but she wouldn't listen to him. Fuck. He was forced ot do things all his life, school was one of them. He hated school! Hated the people there.. well not so much the people. It was more along the lines of, Loki knowing he could find a better place to waste his time. He wanted to move out, go to the Americas, meet some wacky Americans. But there was a perk to living with his family that no one could deny. Free food, and free room board.Nothing could beat that. As the teen rose for a new day, he couldn't help but notice his brother was sleeping next to him. How in the hell... he was sure he locked his door to keep it from happening. Slowly he moved from the bed. A shower was out of the question now. With little thought to his wardrobe, Loki grabbed a pair of black jeans, some graphic tee, and a jean jacket.

He didn't want to wake up his brother, that was the objective of the morning. It was the last thing he wanted really. Adrian Cooper was a low, life, a bum, just like Loki. His habits included molesting his younger brother and leeching off his parents. The teen rolled his eyes as he safely exited his room. Down the stairs, his mum had already begun to make breakfast, but Loki wasn't hungry. His father was sitting down enjoying his cup of tea. He always ignored his son and that's the way Loki liked it. They're relationship had never been on good terms, and catching his youngest son with another man didn't really help much. Loki could careless of how his father thought of him. The man was old fat and lazy, sitting on a pile of money just wanted to be spent on drugs and various other fixes. Benjamin Cooper decided long ago, that the way his son wasted his life was no concern to him. The teen walked over to his mother and planted a kiss on her cheek. See you later. He said to her. Loki turned to grab his backpack, but found Ben standing in front of him, his backpack in his huge hands. Come on Loki. His father began, I'm taking you to school.

It was never a good thing when Benjamin wanted to take Loki anywhere. There was usually a long talk involved and him driving twenty miles under the speed limit to make sure he got his say.The teen sighed, wondering what his father had in store for him today. Bye mum. he whispered quietly, grabbing a handful of tiny croissants and placing them in a napkin. As predicted, his father talked a lot. This time was usually spent by Loki thinking of how he was going to blow the day away until his classes had ended. His father started saying things like, You have to start flying right and I don't care about you, I'm more concerned with your mother... The usual. Truth was, Loki really didn't care about himself either, he was an accidental birth and was always treated that way. When his mom had her stroke, she started appreciating life more and all that shit. Started treating him right too. But it was too late. Loki loved his mom put the verbal abuse from his father, and the physical abuse from his brother, just made things a little more difficult. The only reason he didn't tell his parents about Adrian was because they wouldn't believe him.

When they reached the school, Loki eagerly jumped out of the car. He left his backpack and was called back by his father. The old man also handed him a sack that was full of larger croissants, You have to eat right, otherwise all this money for collage is wasted on you. He grumbled, knowing all too well the money was already wasted on his son.Yeah yeah what ever, thanks Big Ben/ A nickname Loki had developed for his father since he started putting on weight. He slipped in between people, trying to find some place quiet to eat his breakfast. One of the many art rooms was empty so he decided on settling there. Sitting on top of the desk the raven haired teen munched quietly on his meal, attempting to purge all his father had said. It didn't matter, he was already a lost cause. Stupid Big Ben... He still didn't understand why they made his come to college when he barely made it through highschool. His parents might of been the brightest when it came to life, but when it came to raising their kids they didn't have a fucking clue.

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Hope it wasn't too much =3 I fear I rambled too much =3=

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[ISABELLE ALIANNA IANOS]

SHE TAKES HER TIME WITH THE LITTLE THINGS, LOVE NOTES REMINDING ME. SHE WEARS RED WHEN SHE'S FEELING HOT, I HAVE HER BUT THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. SHE LOOKS BEST WITHOUT HER CLOTHES, I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I DON"T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN ME. SHE LOVES MUSIC BUT SHE HATES MY BAND, LOVES PRINCE SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN. SHE'S NOT BIG ON HOLDING HANDS, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE I'VE STILL GOT HER. SHE KEEPS UP ON CURRENT AFFAIRS, PRADA IS WHAT SHE WEARS. - - - - - - *

SHE'S EVERYTHING I ASK FOR & JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE.

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I've got dance practice, ballet and lyrical today, college, and homework. Damnit, Kass, I can't do that for you. Isabelle stated to the five foot three girl behind her, shuffling around through her drawers as she attempted to find something to wear. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late, and she was too distracted by the younger girl who was begging for a ride to the movies before Isa headed off to dance to actually focus on the shirts and pants she was pushing out of the way. She finally settled on grabbing a random outfit, tossing the dark blue shirt and pair of jeans onto the bed, turning to face the other girl with her hands on her hips. She was too afraid to glance in the mirror and see the damage sleeping had caused - her hair alone would take more then ten minutes, and yet here she was, being talked into driving a friend's sister to the movies. Ask Colton, I'm sure he'll help you. He is your brother, after all.

The girl shuffled around the room, nervously keeping her eyes on the ground. Arching an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for an explanation as to why the girl wouldn't ask her brother, she sighed as it became obvious no explanation was coming. Grabbing the outfit from her bed, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, faintly hearing Kass still in her room. The bed creaked as weight was placed on it. Taking that as a sign to change, Isabelle removed the sweats she'd pulled on before bed and traded them out for the jeans, not bothering to remove the tank top she was already wearing before pulling on the shirt. As she was reaching for her shoes, a tentative knock came at the bathroom door, then Kass's voice. We got into a fight last night, Isa. It was about Wisty, and the court order, y'know? There was a pause, and it sounded as if the young girl was fighting back tears. He said I should just give up. I'm too young to win - it's definite grandma will win. But we can't just give up, she's our little sister. Right, Isa? It's not right for him to just...stop trying. I'm seventeen. That's old enough to win a court order, isn't it? And Colton is twenty-one, so if he tried he could win.

There was another long moment before Isa turned and unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open to see Kass sitting in front of it cross-legged. Kneeling down next to her, Isabelle fondly wrapped an arm around Kass's shaking shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Offering her a smile, she grabbed her backpack and slung it across her shoulder. Okay, I'll take you to the movies. Just ignore Colton and his pessimism, Kassie. He's a guy he - he doesn't know anything. Right now, though, I've got to get to school or I'm going to be late. The younger girl nodded, her mood lightening if only by a fraction. Bye, sweet! Isabelle called as she started to the door, grabbing her hat on the way and nearly forgetting her hair was still a ratted mess. She snatched the brush off her desk and quickly dragged it through her hair, contemplating taking the time to put it up, but in the end, her need to get to class before the bell rang won, and she placed her hat on her head and left her dorm.

She got there in time to have a small breakfast, getting hers and passing by table after table. She was new to town - no face was familiar, no smile was for her. Instead of sitting down and trying to make friends with anybody, however, Isabelle headed straight to her arts classroom. She wasn't feeling up to socializing with anyone in particular, having been to dozens of schools when she was younger. It was at least twenty-four. Her dad had traveled often, so being new to school was becoming old to her. She was tired of making friends only to leave, and so it became a habit for Isabelle to just...ignore people.

Which is why she was surprised when someone else was in the room. She was used to being alone in her classrooms, since everyone else had friends to talk to in the mornings. Especially Monday mornings, as it was now. Catch up on the latest weekend-gossip, and that whole fun. It was also probably why she felt so awkward when she was spoke, choosing to keep her head low as she made her way to a corner and slid down the wall, trying to decide what to say. A simple, awkward uh....hi. was all she got out.

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[LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE]

As the teen sat there, staring up at the ceiling, he began to wonder what he could do to make the day go by faster. Skipping was out of the question. His father had it wired to where his every little step was followed. There was no leaving the school, but he could go stay in abandoned classes all day smoking. As long as he stayed inside the walls he was good. Besides, he didn't know what he wanted to be when he finally was kicked out into the real world. His father would absolutely kill him if he ended up like Adrian. Loki would die if he ended up like Adrian too. Fuck that bum, always on his ass. One day he was going to get what's coming to him. The teen prayed so many countless times that it was going to be him to do it. End his brother's suffering once and for all.

Loki broke from his train of thought when he heard someone speak. What was anyone doing in here? He picked this room because it was farthest from the entrance, keeping people away from him. He was in a grumpy mood anyways. He eyed the other for a moment before shrugging her off, taking another bite from his pastry. Well who ever she was, maybe should would take the hint and find somewhere else to bide her time. Loki wasn't always a jerk, but this morning was already starting out wrong. The last thing he needed was it to turn south. Hi. He decided to say, not really caring if she would talk back or not. Listen, I don't know why you're here, but I came here to be alone. So if you think I"m going to talk to you or what ever you got the wrong guy. It was better for him to be honest then lie to her.

The teen finished his croissant and grabbed another. How many did his mum make? Some of them tasted different from the smaller ones. Maybe his dad made them? He wasn't much of a cook. He looked at the girl again, noticing her weird clothes. What did she do here? He never saw her before. Then again, he kept pretty low. He didn't want to start nothing and have his father down his throat again. So far it'sbeen a pretty safe year. Loki sighed and toyed with an end piece of a croissant. You want one? He asked the girl. Maybe he should ask her for her name? Nah, then that would ruin the purpose of telling her off eariler. It was risky business just asker her if she wanted a croissant. But he was feeling fat just eating all of them by his self.

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your post was beautiful darling

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[ISABELLE ALIANNA IANOS]

SHE TAKES HER TIME WITH THE LITTLE THINGS, LOVE NOTES REMINDING ME. SHE WEARS RED WHEN SHE'S FEELING HOT, I HAVE HER BUT THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. SHE LOOKS BEST WITHOUT HER CLOTHES, I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I DON"T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN ME. SHE LOVES MUSIC BUT SHE HATES MY BAND, LOVES PRINCE SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN. SHE'S NOT BIG ON HOLDING HANDS, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE I'VE STILL GOT HER. SHE KEEPS UP ON CURRENT AFFAIRS, PRADA IS WHAT SHE WEARS. - - - - - - *

SHE'S EVERYTHING I ASK FOR & JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE.

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Moving forward cautiously, Isabelle set her lunch tray on one of the desks in the back of the room and tossed her backpack to her feet. It wasn't until she was sitting down that the guy in front of her started talking, and she glanced up in surprise. When he was finished talking, she didn't say reply, picking up a piece of toast from her plate and taking a bite from it as she sat. By time was was sitting, her backpack in her lap as she shuffled through the contents looking for her notebook and pen. She was toying with a loose piece of paper, doodling as she thought of what to reply, when he offered a croissant to her. Isabelle glance up in surprised, arching in eyebrow in question. It was the first time she got a good look at the boy in the room, and took the liberty of studying him. She didn't reply until she leaned back, frowning and returning to her drawing.

I'm pretty sure I came here for the same reasons as you, so no need to get mean. She paused to look back up at him and his half-offer of a croissant. There were several left on his plate, and he looked like he didn't want to eat another. If you don't want to eat them all, just throw them away. You're ruining your chances of getting rid of me by making a croissant look like a peace offering. She stated and returned her gaze to her paper, which was filled with scribbles. Not a single one could be made into words. She added to the maze of black ballpoint pen, scribbling her name in block letters as she took another bite out of her toast. She was contemplating saying more, but the need to make at least one friend in college ended up winning over her want of solitude. So with a sigh, Isabelle glanced up at the guy she was currently sharing the room with.

I'm Isabelle, new in town. I'm an art student. Sorry for stealing your room. She winced at the last sentence, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear as she bent over her three-minute picture. It was obvious she didn't plan on saying anything else, as her attention was fully turned towards multi-tasking between eating her toast (not the ham sandwich - vegetarian much?) and doodling. She'd moved from her name to drawing a Christmas tree, and was done with her attempt to smooth things over.

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[LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE]

The teen sat back on the desk, almost toppling over. Was he really being mean? Loki shrugged. Well if he was, it wasn't on purpose. That's just the kind of person he was. Well sorry... he muttered softly, almost to himself even.He would never admit he was socially awkward in the morning. It was something that came and went as the day went by. He already told her, and if she wanted to stay and feel the wrath of Loki, then by all means. He wasn't the kind that enjoyed being mean, or giving off that vibe. He tried to avoid people in general when he felt that way. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt anyone's feelings with his prissy attitude. He let out some hot air from his month and stared down at the golden flaky pastry as the girl began to speak again. She sure was chatty. And throw away hand made croissants?! Forget that. It could be seen in his eyes that Loki was highly embarrassed. She was right! What an idiot. Why in the hell was he giving her a croissant in the first place?

He quickly withdrew the pastry and shoved it into his mouth, forcing it down. Fine! She didn't want one she didn't need to have one, Ivff waffs twying pu pe mmice! He spoke, trying to form words with his his mouth so full. Like the man he was, Loki began to pound on his chest to help the food go down faster. After nearly chocking on three large croissants, the teen pushed the others away. He stared down at the girl with the pen in her hand. Just what was she drawing? She had been moving the pen feverishly for awhile and it had begin to make him curious. So if she had wondered in this room, she had to have been a art's student just like him. Was her talent drawing then? He didn't want to ask her and then be wrong and look completely stupid, not that he cared what she thought of him.

As she introduced herself, Loki noticed that she wasn't too happy about being new. Who was? The teen sniffed and swiftly wiped his nose with his finger, pulling at the jean jacket that was clinging to his sides. Hi. My names Loki. He simply said, eyes watching the clocks hand move, no longer intrigued by Isabelle's drawing.What time was school suppose to start again? He smiled at the last bit of her little introduction. Yeah? Well next time just knock, and don't diss the croissants... That was as much humor as anyone at that school was going to get from him. He never considered himself a funny guy. So.... Loki stood up to strech his body. His shirt rose a bit to reveal his mid drift and finely toned torso. What is it you're drawing over there? You've been doing it for awhile... He peered over her, trying to get a glance.

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[ISABELLE ALIANNA IANOS]

SHE TAKES HER TIME WITH THE LITTLE THINGS, LOVE NOTES REMINDING ME. SHE WEARS RED WHEN SHE'S FEELING HOT, I HAVE HER BUT THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. SHE LOOKS BEST WITHOUT HER CLOTHES, I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I DON"T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN ME. SHE LOVES MUSIC BUT SHE HATES MY BAND, LOVES PRINCE SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN. SHE'S NOT BIG ON HOLDING HANDS, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE I'VE STILL GOT HER. SHE KEEPS UP ON CURRENT AFFAIRS, PRADA IS WHAT SHE WEARS. - - - - - - *

SHE'S EVERYTHING I ASK FOR & JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE.

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The pen scratched as it scribbled, running across the paper smoothly as directed by her hand. After a few moments, it stopped moving and the teen seemed to study the outline for several seconds - then she ripped it, crumpled it up, and chucked it at the trash can. It bounced in, but Isabelle hadn't waited around if it'd do so. She had already returned to her new drawing, making wide arcs and smaller, defining lines. She didn't expect him to bother her again, with the rude opening line she'd used in defense to his own. In fact, she'd glanced up at him several times since his attempt at speaking with a full mouth, and after awhile, she figured he wouldn't speak again. Her full attention returned to her drawing, and it was just as she set her pen to the paper that he spoke again. She glanced up in surprise, keeping her lips drawn in a thin line that suggested she was too busy focusing on the paper to notice him. The chance of him seeing her surprise was low as well, since he was no longer watching her. She took that positive and quickly returned her eyes to her lap where the sketch pad sat before he caught her.


As long as you don't bring meat anywhere near me, there was a pause as she focused on curving a line perfectly, having no eraser to erase with and try over. 'cause I'm vegetarian. She finished and held the picture up with a slight, mischievous smile on her lips as she studied it. He didn't talk again, and so she took that as a sign that she was allowed to continue drawing, returning the pad to her lap and uncapping her pen (which she'd capped without realizing it). As soon as she finished, he was talking again. She realized that must've been what she sounded like at first - scrambling to get words out, apologize, right whatever wrongs she'd accidentally caused. Standing before she answered him, Isa set the paper on one of the tables and followed Loki's earlier movement. She rose her hands above her head and stretched, her shirt lifting to reveal the teardrop belly-button piercing, a flat stomach, and barely a glimpse of ribs. When she felt better to answer, if still slightly sleepy, she picked up the sketch pad and showed him the picture.


A picture. Of... She paused as she looked him over, judging how much or how little to say to him. She decided on the 'little', since they hadn't really gotten off on the right foot and she still barely knew him. Except for his name. What had he said? Loki?
No one you know. She finished after getting her thoughts back in order, tossing the sketch pad to her backpack where it landed beside it.

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[LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE]

Vegetarian. Bleagh Loki exclaimed as his face scrunched up and become distorted, showing the full extent of his disgust. How could someone not love meat and all the gloriousness it provided? It was obvious this girl had never tasted a true meat, a meat worth her mouth and tongue. The teen smirked. It wasn't the kind of smirk a person got when they thought of something mean. The raven haired teen had thought of something truly evil. IT was odd because as a non morning person, he tried to keep all his thoughts to himself. Everything that came to his brain had to stay there. What ever he thought, good or bad, always came out negative in the end. But for some reason this thought was bursting at it's seams, attempting to break free.

The teen pushed up closer to the girl and licked his lips, Well maybe Isa, he started, surveying the girls body in a way he hadn't before. You haven't had the right meat? A true man's meat huh? At this point Loki had completely bushed off the drawings. He obviously wasn't going to get her to tell him about them as she flung her pad away. He smiled that ear to ear smirk again. He was messing with her of couse. Most of the time when Loki did anything remotely bad, t was for the kicks. Simply for shits and giggles so to speak. Whatever that meant. The teen placed his hands on the desk where Isabelle sat, smiling up at her, his famous rape time face on full display. Come on, what do you say? Think you wanna taste a new flavor? I'm sure you might like it.

As his eyes continued to survey her body, the raven haired teen began to wonder what she was thinking, how she was taking all this in? The wort that could happen was a slap to the face, but it wasn't like that hasn't happened before. Things had started to get interesting. At least his sour mood had found a way to keep it's elf entertained. He really wasn't expecting her to get on her knees or anything, but if she offered hey?! Who was he to complain?

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[ISABELLE ALIANNA IANOS]

SHE TAKES HER TIME WITH THE LITTLE THINGS, LOVE NOTES REMINDING ME. SHE WEARS RED WHEN SHE'S FEELING HOT, I HAVE HER BUT THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. SHE LOOKS BEST WITHOUT HER CLOTHES, I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I DON"T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN ME. SHE LOVES MUSIC BUT SHE HATES MY BAND, LOVES PRINCE SHE'S HIS BIGGEST FAN. SHE'S NOT BIG ON HOLDING HANDS, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT CAUSE I'VE STILL GOT HER. SHE KEEPS UP ON CURRENT AFFAIRS, PRADA IS WHAT SHE WEARS. - - - - - - *

SHE'S EVERYTHING I ASK FOR & JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE.

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Isabelle had figured she'd get that reply to her statement - vegetarian? She was an animal person, she really couldn't help it. She eyed him as he changed instantly after that, looking almost predatory as he walked towards her. There was a smirk on his lips, and it sent warning sirens off in Isa's head. She went into game mode instantly, because if it was a game this boy wanted? Well, she'd provide a challenge and a little more. Isabelle was not a person many wanted to play a game with. Why? Because she always won. Always, and this boy was no exception. So when he got close to her, she relaxed, leaning back against the wall as if she'd hardly heard him, a smirk on her lips as she arched an elegant eyebrow in a questioning manner. She could see the wheels turning in his head, and the challenge there brought a light to her eyes as he ran his eyes over her body. It was not an unknown fact that she had a gorgeous body, and it was then that she used it to her advantage. Isabelle wasn't the...losing type. She tossed an arm across his shoulder,

Babe, you don't want to play this game with me. She smiled, a mischievous smile that promised nothing good - and it definitely had experience behind it. But even though her words warned him, she wasn't about to let him back out, even if he wasn't too prideful to do so. Tilting her head, causing her hair to spill over her shoulder, she looked up at him with large, innocent eyes that completely threw off the smile that currently resided on her lips. She took a daring move and stepped even closer to him, so close their bodies brushed everytime one of them shifted, and pressed the arm that had laid limply across his shoulder to his neck. He was a few inches taller then her, and she had to press even closer against him to kiss him, a kiss so unchaste any nun would've fainted at the sight. By time she pulled away, there was no room between their bodies for even air to pass through.

Besides, I'm sure your "meat" isn't very manly. She stated almost thoughtfully, tilting her head only a small fraction as she had earlier. But I don't mind the flavor all too much. She continued, that well-known mischievous smile of hers falling back in place, her body still pressed against him.

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[LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE]

For Loki his actions were always unpredictable. Whatever he did came from pure instinct or what he learned. The contents of his brain had swelled pass capacity to the point where what ever he said came from whatever as well. He didn't know his own limitations with his self or with anyone in general. There was something about Isabelle that truly intrigued him. He couldn't describe it to a point but it was like there was just something there. Nothing like lover feels for another ofr something like that. But what he was feeling was something more dangerous. Her body moments, her facial expressions, they all screamed danger. What ever territory he trespassed into he was slowly started to regret. He barely know this girl. She could be crazy as shit and he would never know. But in his defense she didn't know him either. So it was still a chance that he could have an upper hand. Loki wasn't the type to start something and then back down. He was a fighter, he was a man and as a man he would take his challenge to the full. the teen went to speak again, but missed his mark as girl made her move.

Fuck. Major backfire, Loki thought the moment Isa's lips parted from his own. When did he lose his cool? Probably when he decided on becoming pan-sexual and not really caring where he got his shit from. This girl had thrown him off his groove, he wasn't expecting all that. Maybe a laugh or if he was lucky some smart mouth reply. That kiss, he would admit, was hot as hell. Licking his lips, the teen savored the other's sweet flavor. She tasted just like a girl should taste, nothing really different about her. But, it wasn't nice. His view on the human sex was just as twisted as a DNA strand. He had begun to see that there was no difference between a mann and a woman, and that kept him getting what he wanted. On occasion he slipped, sometimes desiring a man over a woman, and vise versa. The problem was that totally went against everything a pan-sexual stood for. Isabelle was completely destroying all he was working for, a non bias view on women or men. She was , what a sailor would call a temptress. No! He might of lost the battle but the war was far from over.

Their heat was slowing beginning to turn him on, but the fact that he was in control of how far he let him self go placed him at a major advantage, so he thought. The teen regained his head, the one on top of his shoulders. Well, if I knew women were so good at kissing I might have stayed straight huh? Guess I never met the right girl in that game. Lies. In truth, Loki loved the human body. Anatomy was a subject that had always fascinated him. Everything about the body was something he could simply brush off as casual sex or a simple quickie. He loved studying the people below him or on top of him. It was a pleasure to know that only humans could look so good when naked. He unwrapped the girl's arm, kissing her wrist. I wish there was a better place really, besides this daft classroom. A beauty such as you should have to rest her hips on such a hard surface. One day, in the far far far future, he would laugh about this. Where ever it went he would laugh. And whether she was besides him or not, it would be a memory he wouldn't dare forget.

As for his kisses, he slowly worked from her wrist to her upper arm, inhaling every smack of the way. It didn't smell like Isa was wearing any fragrance of any kind. Was it her natural essence? It was a shame that Loki was such a paradox in the world. He loved the human body, and yet he hated humanity. He was such a mess. He took a few steps back as she spoke again. Words words word. Body language was a more affective way of communication that anything. He didn't even want to think about the last time he got laid. And then there she was, just insulting the thing that made him man. Another blow to his ego. The teen chuckled a bit. Well that was fine. He knew a woman like her would never understand his morals. If it was to be simply put, Loki was just an odd odd teen. His views on just about everything had a positive and a negative. My meat, he started, eager to defend what ever male pride he had left, is one that you probably have never come around. It is taken well care o really, some piercings here and there. Makes the tongue feel really nice. Heh, and the taste? Love, it's probably the best you never had.

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