( . JUST ME AND YOU TONIGHT [M]

[dallas]

You’re insane, Oliver. This isn’t what you should be doing right now. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it now. Things should be left as they were. She doesn’t need to influencing her life any longer. And yet, even while his brain mulled over these reasonable thoughts, Oliver never once paused his stride. Not even the rain had discouraged him, nor had the ominous lightning that whipped across the black sky. The rain pelted him from every angle, freezing and relentless in its tirade. He could hardly see ten inches in front of him, but he knew where he was going. For weeks he had known. It had been no coincidence that earlier today, he just happened to walk in on her shift at the seventh degree bar. Oh sure, Oliver played it off as such… but he had known she would be there. And in some perverse way, he had wanted to see her once—face to face—before he really did decide to skip town. Being so near to her would not be a good choice; hell, it had been wrong to even see her that morning. But willpower and mind were not working together. Oliver had thought a few minutes to say hello and goodbye for the last time would be nothing. It had been everything.

It had been enough to make him want more. Oliver was once again back in his younger shell, where he had dreaded the days where they would kick him out of the home and essentially away from Kendra for good. He wanted to stay with her, but that could not happen. At the moment, he was not in his right mind. Seeing her today, watching her cry, beg, and admit to him these frustrations that had been bottled for five years had set him back from initial course. The idea had been to go in and tell her goodbye—he thought if he could see she would be just fine, that this desire to make certain she would always be fine, leave him. Only, it backfired. Oliver’s jaw clenched as he trudged across the soggy ground, wrapping his sopping wet coat around him as he remembered everything. When she had pushed him away, it had taken a lot not to push back and tell her no. Tell her he would not leave her. His willpower had certainly been tested by her sweet kisses, but they had served to straighten him out, too. Oliver was a monster; rough, aggressive, a bully… he was heading nowhere in life, unless one counted prison a goal. Kendra, though? Kendra had potential; she was sweet and innocent, everything good to his bad.

Why was he going to ruin her? Why couldn’t he simply forget, and let her go on without making things worse? Going to her tonight would make it worse, he knew. But Oliver couldn’t help himself. Her broken eyes had haunted him all afternoon, so much so he had not been able to make the best business transactions. His mind was elsewhere, with her. And that was exactly the problem. He couldn’t risk having her in his life again—she took up a lot of it, almost to the point where his every move was made in effort to protect or make her happy. Everything was for her. If the people he knew found this weakness? Oliver’s heart dropped to the floor, standing just outside of Yale’s Branford residence in the rain. It’d place her in danger. The sorts he flittered around with today were not the type of people you could really fuck over and get away with. Even now, a small loaded pistol was tucked into the back of his jeans in preparation of some rival coming to take him out for having the popular drug run. Oliver could not afford to drag Kendra into this. He couldn’t tell her any of this, though. It was better if she just thought he didn’t want her.

Fat lot of good that will do now, he thought sourly to himself as he moved into the building and down the hallway. Oliver had remembered when she was sixteen, and they had given him the day to pack… Kendra had come into his room in tears, asking what would happen now. Perhaps it had been unfair of him to promise her then that he would never hurt her, but the fact remained he had. And today, he broke that. Hell, he broken the moment he left the home and he broke it every day he had not returned to see her. He broke it the day he knew she’d be leaving the home herself—how long had she waited for him to get her, before she realized he would not come? Or had she already given up on him, and that foolish idea they would be together. Oliver couldn’t leave things as they were, without this sense of closure. If he owed her anything, he owed her the truth—it was what she deserved. The man planned to tell her everything in agonizing detail until he saw comprehension dawn on that pretty pale face of hers And then he would go, and would not return.

Oliver paused outside of room forty-one, his clothes dripping pools of water all over the carpets. He wiped his hand over the short wet hair before knocking loudly. For some reason, he felt nervous and wrong to be there. She would know upon seeing him, instantly, that he had to have known where she was all along. He would have to tell her how he knew, have to explain how long he’d been keeping an eye on her and yet never gave the courtesy of contacting her until now. The door opened and before he lost nerve, Oliver pushed his way in and slammed it shut behind him. As he leaned back against it, drenched from head to toe, he sought her gaze and told her what he’d been wanting to say for years, “I want you, Kendra.”

TAG; kendra!

[zazu]

kenny didn’t want to do anything except for sleep for the next few days. she’d waited five whole years to see oliver again, only for him to say the things that broke her heart. she’d been foolish to believe he had any kind of feelings for her. he’d protected her when he was around simply because he could. he hadn’t care and that was why he hadn’t come back for her once he’d left. those were the things she had to tell herself, things that she wanted to pretend weren’t true. she couldn’t believe she’d been stupid enough to tell him that she loved him. if anyone would run from that, it’d be ollie. he’d never been good at believing in himself, so even if he did have feelings in return, how could she expect him to believe that he wasn’t some worthless weight on her life. the thoughts brought tears to her eyes as she sat on her bed, flipping through the piles of pictures that were usually hidden under her bed where no one would find them. she’d never told anyone about her time in foster care, so it made no sense to be able to explain where all these pictures of her and oliver came from. she didn’t want to talk about him, especially not now. she brushed a tear from her cheek, holding a photograph gently, running her finger over it, remembering the moment. she’d been grinning, seated loosely on oliver’s shoulders, still only twelve years old. they’d taken that picture the day she’d been placed officially into the foster home, having found that she had no family to take her in. sure, it’d been depressing, but oliver had become the family she needed. it wasn’t the same as having parents around, but he was the older brother she never had. things back then had been so easy. it’d been a brother sister bond, and somehow she wished it’d stayed that way. she had to believe it was easier to lose a sibling than someone you were in love with.

she dropped the photo onto the pile, looking at the next one in her hands. it was the last picture she’d taken with him before he’d been kicked out of the foster care system. looking at it now, she could see the difference in the way she looked at him. she knew better than to try and read into any of his expressions. she could see the light in her own eyes, watching the big guy standing next to her, his arm around her protectively like it seemed to be in almost all their photographs. if you hadn’t known they were foster siblings, then you might’ve mistaken it for something else, but kenny knew better than to hope for something other than the simply platonic bond they had. she dropped the photo on the growing pile, rubbing her eyes with her hands again before wandering into her bathroom to try and come her hair. walking home in the rain had been killer, and trying to make something of her hair took a few minutes. finally the brown curls were out of her face and in a tight ponytail, still slightly damp from the storm outside. as she glanced at the window, she saw the cracks of lightning in the sky, making her clench her hands automatically. her parents had died in a car accident in the rain and it resulted in an irrational fear of rain or storms. she could deal with them – mostly thanks to the many nights oliver had sat next to her, talking to her until she fell asleep through the storm – but it wasn’t the same. she didn’t enjoy them like most people seemed to do, and she avoided driving in the rain completely. her friends called her paranoid, but they didn’t know anything. leaving her foster care time in the past was her best plan. when she’d realized that oliver wasn’t coming back for her, she’d realized that she had to leave it all behind when she finally got out of texas, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to go on.

a knock on her dorm door shook her from her stupor and she climbed off her bed, wandering to the front door. she sighed, trying to pull herself together as she pulled open the door, her eyes going wide as she saw who it was. before she could even slam the door in his face, he’d pushed inside, closing it behind him and leaning against the door. she took a few steps away from him, her arms crossed over her body defensively, her eyes narrowed. she was about to spit some nasty comment at him when his words filled the air and she felt her heart stop for a second. she blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of everything. her mind was so slow, but apparently she could operate on autopilot. her small frame flung herself at him, not even caring about the drenched state he was in, her lips pressing against his forcefully, her legs tangled around his, her hands resting on his shoulders as she kissed him like she’d never had the chance to before. it took her a few good moments of kissing him before her mind kicked back in and told her to pull back. as much as she didn’t want to, she knew she had to think clearly. she pushed herself away from him slowly, taking a minute to catch her breathe before she looked at him, “you told me because you’re leaving, aren’t you? you never could do things without closure.” she swallowed, trying not to get upset, knowing he’d come to tell her everything before he walked away again. she knew him too well not to anticipate it. instead of crying like she wanted to, she simply turned around and walked back to her bed, sitting with her back against the headboard, knowing he’d follow after her. the pictures were strewn over her bed, but she didn’t care. she had no idea what her next move would be. he needed to give her something to go on.

tagged for , dallas oliver fitzpatrick.
post status , finished.
lyrics credit , to angels & airwaves.
format credit , to moi, zazu.
word count , one zero two four.
she's wearing , sleep timez.
my muse is , true love by angels & airwaves.
my notes are , lsghkfdfhf. <3 they make me sad and happy.

[dallas]

The moment dragged on to the point where he nearly regretted telling her any of this. All she did was blink at him, standing defensively just a foot away. Oliver’s attention wandered down, taking in the lack of outfit she had. Even utterly furious, confused, and far from what he was sure she’d consider her ‘best’, the chemistry was strong. If it hadn’t been for the uncertainty in her stance, they would not be separated still. But in the end, he didn’t have long to wait for her to decide how to take any of this. His arms opened immediately as she rushed forward and he met her kiss with one just as ferocious and impassioned. Oliver wrapped her up in his arms, reaching down to cup her butt and pull her closer to him. His wet clothes seeped into hers, and his body felt heavy as he tried to keep up with her flighty emotions. Within seconds, she had pulled away from him entirely and his tongue passed over his lips, still relishing in the taste of her. Instinctively, he reached out to stop her from leaving him, but her slight form moved just far enough away that his hand clutched air instead.

In some frustration, Oliver roamed his hands over his head, wondering how he was supposed to take this slow when what he wanted to do was devour. Not even the chilling rain could slake the lust of being with the one girl he technically had no rights to ever have. A sample couldn’t hurt? But what he just had could be considered a sample. They had only kissed one other time, a few years back during a rambunctious Halloween party. Alcohol had been involved, and had he not suggested she didn’t know what a kiss was, it never would have happened. Oliver wasn’t satisfied leaving it with a kiss, though. As she walked from him, his gaze moved back to her. He watched her perch on the bed, the entire front of her night clothes damp because of him. One thing he didn’t like was the ponytail—he liked seeing her hair down and frame her face. It was the only time she’d let herself be so feminine. Perhaps that was why she never had the heart to cut it, or he assumed.

Her quiet assessment of his motives, while true, made him frown. Oliver wasn’t ready to tell her she was right. If he did, the possibility of being kicked out of her room too early became real. Absently, he shook his head and took a few steps towards her. “This is not the time to talk about it,” he said, words soft. Could she really want to talk about it, ever? If he could guess anything, he would think she would also want to delay the inevitable. Oliver felt selfish in that second. In the end, he would know that once walking out of this room, he would have no intentions of returning. And yet, he didn’t want to leave until he’d had her. All he wanted was the memory, and while it would not keep him warm at night, it would be enough to keep him going. Oliver would have the pleasure of knowing she’d been his for those few minutes. It was wrong to do this. The man knew from the start she would not tell him no. And he also knew that leaving her after would hurt her more. He tried to reason with himself that this was the only time it could happen, that it would happen. Even with this risk, he would rather have taken the chance than to pass it by altogether.

He said nothing then, simply stared at her. Oliver shrugged out of his coat and tossed it to this chair, and he divested of his shirt just as quickly. It peeled away from his body, which was still damp and cold from the storm waging outside. His fingers then moved to his belt, carefully undoing the buckle and pulled it from the loops. It fell to the floor with a distinct clatter. Once again, he wet his lips—there was something exotic, knowing that she was watching him. Kendra was not his first, no. Other girls had practically begged to see him strip down so they might watch and drool from a distance. But this was Kendra, a girl who knew him better than anyone else. It felt entirely more intimate as he undid the button on his jeans and leant forward, bracing a hand on the bed as he pulled the jeans off. Now left in boxers—which did nothing to really hide him anyway, considering they, too, had been completely soaked through—Oliver’s thumbs hooked the elastic and pulled them down as well. Stepping from the material, he was completely naked in front of his childhood friend and seemingly not the least bit shy. Oh, on the inside he wondered what she thought, if he was what she wanted or expected. His esteem was rocky, but the man had gone too far to really give up now.

Oliver moved forward and climbed onto the bed until his wet form was inches apart. “Are you scared?” He asked as he settled over her. He’d never admit it, but a small part of him would say he was. This was Kendra—he’d never believe five years ago they would ever be in this position. But he’d dreamt of it often enough to know that this, right now, was real. He would take full advantage.

TAG; kendra!

[zazu]

her heart was still hammering in her chest from the way his lips had met hers forcefully, his hands roaming over her body like he was never going to get another chance. she wasn’t stupid, she knew what he was doing. he was telling her the truth – he really did care about her – but she knew he was going to run. he was desperate to keep her out of his life for one reason or another but she knew he’d never been good at leaving things still opened. no matter what she did or said to him, he was going to leave her when it was done. he was gonna grab his bags and walk right out of new haven, to find whatever he was looking for. just thinking about it made her heart sting, but she knew she couldn’t do anything about it. either she got angry at him and made him leave, knowing that her last words to him were angry and upset or she could do something about it. the way he kissed her made it very clear what he wanted and as much as she knew it would make things worse, she couldn’t keep herself from wanting to keep going. her choices were limited, but she wasn’t going to make the wrong one. if she had it her way, he wouldn’t leave her at all, but if anyone knew how pigheaded he could be, it was kenny. if he was determined to leave her when it was all done then so be it, but she was gonna have at least something to remember it by. the pictures on her bed were one thing, but it was an entirely different story to be able to remember being with him for one full night. sure, it wouldn’t be the same as being able to curl up in his arms at night and talk to him about anything that came through her mind. it wouldn’t be the same, but then again, kenny had long since learned that sometimes compromises were the best plan.

she opened her eyes as he walked into the room, hearing his words and half agreeing with him. she could make him talk to her right now, or she could accept it for what it was going to be. the smart thing to do would be the first one, but the latter was far more appealing. she adjusted where she sat on her bed, propped up against her pillows but essentially laying down. she didn’t know what to expect, but felt a soft smile cross her lips as he shed his jacket, dropping it on her floor. she looked away shyly as he tugged his shirt over his head. sure, she’d seen him with his shirt off before, but this was different. both of them knew where it was going, and that made it so much different to any time before. she took off her glasses and put them on the table next to her, looking back at him and blushing as she saw he’d shed his jeans now. there wasn’t much left to the imagination now given the fact that his boxers were absolutely soaked through. she looked at him, trying to keep her eyes from straying but it didn’t work so well. to distract herself, she pulled her tank top over her head, dropping it to the ground, revealing the comfortable black bra she war so much. she’d be late into growing into herself, and she’d been lanky and disproportionate when ollie had last seen her. lacrosse and running had turned fat into muscle, leaving her with a lean and toned physique and a perfectly proportioned body. her fingers toyed with her ponytail, letting her hair down. she remembered the most random facts and she knew that ollie had always told her she looked her best with her hair down. something about it left her feeling girly and feminine, something she rarely if ever was. as she watched him drop has last piece of clothing, she felt her cheeks turn red again. as she watched him walk over to her, she slid down her shorts, leaving very little clothing between them as he settled over the top of her, his body so close now.

she laughed at his comment, fingers undoing her bra as she watched him, “not really. only scared that this is a dream and i’m gonna wake up on my own before this is over.

[/I]” with him so close to her, she could feel her heart going faster and faster, the butterflies in her stomach making it hard to breathe properly. she could feel his hot breathe on her skin, closing her eyes and taking a breathe before she slid off the last of her clothing, throwing it to the ground before wrapping her legs around him tightly, pulling him closer so her lips could find his, her arms wrapping around his neck, lips moving against his slowly, but that didn’t last for long. within moments, the passion from their first kiss had returned and she was grasping at him, hands holding him tightly as her lips moved against his rapidly, knowing that the chances of this ever happening again was almost nothing. her hips pressed against his, her legs wrapped around him tightly, her chest pressed against his as her lips fought his, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth, pressing her tongue against his as she tried to keep her breathes coming evenly, but that wasn’t working so well. as she kept kissing him, her hands trailed down his back, tracing every line of his body with her hands as her lips moved over his jaw, neck and collarbone, sucking on the skin gently before her lips found his again. the way her body moved against his was almost as if she knew quite a lot about what she was doing, but that was hardly the case. she was shy and awkward when it came to sex, but there was something about the way her body had always fit with his. the way her fingers always fit between his, his arm settled perfectly over her shoulder and her head sat right against his chest. his body wasn’t knew to her, though he’d never seen it in this manner before. she was lost in him already and there was no backing down. she wanted this more than anything.[/JUSTIFY]

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lyrics credit , to angels & airwaves.
format credit , to moi, zazu.
word count , one zero six nine.
she's wearing , sleep timez.
my muse is , bad romance by lady gaga.
my notes are , damn, boy gets right to his work.

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[dallas]

“It’s not a dream, I promise you,” he told her, trailing a feather-light caress down her cheek. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to have you.” Oliver could not resist telling her these things now. Now that he had her here, and the time to waste with her—even if it was only for tonight—he wanted to use it. He felt her moving underneath him, divesting herself of all clothing as well until they were bare, chest to chest. Oliver rested his thigh against her own, pausing a moment to relish in the feel of her breasts bunching against him. He could not resist peaking down between them to look at her, though he kept the moment short so as not to add for any embarrassment he could have already caused. This had to be perfect, really. In a perverted sense, the man wanted to love Kendra so well that any man to come after him—and he had to recognize that there would be someone to take his place someday—would not even compare.

As her legs wrapped around him and he body writhed, anxious to have this begin, Oliver’s lips pressed against her temple. “Shhh, barbie,” he coaxed softly. “We’ll have all night,” he promised. Truth be told, he was just as impatient as she was. He wanted nothing more to take her right then and there, to not delay this sensual torment any longer. However, that was not love. That was lust. While Kendra might not understand the difference, Oliver believed there was a huge gap between the two concepts. She was not a girl he just fucked and rolled out of bed in the morning on… Kendra was special, she had always been special to him. And he had not been lying earlier when he mentioned that all the boys from the home—hell even the ones in charge of them—knew she had been his. If he had known they were taking advantage of her innocence in his absence, all hell would have broken loose. It may still… A quick stop to the home for a visit would not be too difficult to pull off…

Oliver delved his hands within her hair as she finally released it from the confines. It felt like silk to the touch, and he lifted a few strands to his face, inhaling her scent. Five years made a man somewhat desperate; he wanted to take his time and relearn everything he had known about her. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you look with your hair down?” He asked her this, fingers still toying with the brunette locks. He tugged them playfully before brushing them back from her face. His eyes sought hers as he continued intimately, “You were always trying to act so tough, barbie. Sometimes it was hard not to treat you as one of the guys… But I’ve never forgotten you were anything but.” Oliver’s lips pressed to the underside of her chin, and then slid down to her throat, kissing where her vocals would be. “You were always too good for any of us.” His tone was soft, but firm—resolute. He would not tolerate her telling him differently.

Finally, the man allowed his hands to roam as they wished. He grasped her thigh as her leg wrapped around his middle, stroking the flesh. Kendra was not one of those stick-thin girls, either. There was enough meat on her bones to keep a man his size warm; even now his flesh heated and blood boiled. He was ready for her, but he would wait until the right moment before he claimed her. Oliver wanted her to cry his name first, the sound he knew would be like honey to his ears. “Glad to know you haven’t been starving any,” he murmured against the flesh of her collarbone. His tongue traced along the bone there, looking for any natural sweet spot she may have so he could exploit it to his advantrage.

Eventually, Oliver slipped down on the bed so that his head had greater access to her lower body. His palm splayed across her tummy and then inched up, covering the ample swell of breast in a gentle kneading fashion. “God, you’ve grown so much,” he groaned, quite unable to halt the needy words. He had never really expected to see the day when she would be a woman. He was glad to be proven wrong, though. Oliver would not have wanted to miss this for the world. Soon enough, his lips followed to where his hand was. They covered her nipple and suckled the bud while his hands slipped under her, pulling her up against his naked form. To feel the length of her in comparison to him as his mouth gave her pleasure. One free hand inched between them now, lowering until he touched her most womanly part. Oliver moved back to where his lips hovered over her own now, “I want you to touch me, too,” he demanded, though his tone was gentle and pleading. He wanted her to know just how much he needed her.

TAG; kendra!

[zazu]

as he trailed caresses over her skin, whispering that he wasn’t a dream and saying the thing she’d longed to hear from him for years, she had to conclude this wasn’t a dream. there was no way that even in her moments of wildest imagination, could she have dreamed up the way it felt to be pressed so closely to him, his lips caressing skin all over her as she tried not to do anything too awkward. she didn’t miss his glance at her bare chest, making her blush slightly. she knew that he wouldn’t have gone without looking – who could blame him? the last time he saw her, she was a gangly little thing, long limbs and all wrong angles. now she was filled out, her chest and ass balancing out the form of her body in ways it hadn’t in her younger years. if she expected him not to look, then she was obviously crazy. as he pressed his lips against her temple and spoke again, she felt herself relax. who knew that she just needed to know that they’d have that time together? she’d been so afraid he was only in for the time it took to get her out of her clothes. knowing that even if he planned to leave, he’d be with her all night, was enough to slow her panic and ease the tension that built it’s way into her body as she tried to bring him closer. the slow speed of his kisses drove her insane, clouding her thoughts with confusion and bliss. he’d barged in and shown all signs of wanting to just attack her, but she wasn’t complaining. the slow and steady way he moved his lips against her skin, fingers caressing any places they could touch, that was fine by her. too many people tried to be done so quickly and though she’d never said it, the slow and gentle way he was toying with her, was exactly what she wanted out of this. even now, he still knew her so well.

she chuckled softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, smelling it and making her turn away, blushing again as he spoke. she shook her head, “no. the closest i ever got to you calling me beautiful was the year i went to homecoming and you said i didn’t look like i’d just rolled out of bed.

[/I]” she giggled at the memory, though she looked back at him as he brushed the strands away from her face, his eyes intently locked with hers as her arms stayed wrapped around him, as if he’d just float away if she didn’t keep a hold of him. his voice was soft and made her stomach do back flips as he reminisced to times before things had been so crazy – the times that she missed a lot more than she was willing to admit. his lips pressed against her chin, earning a gentle shiver from her body, enjoying the feeling once more. she wanted to argue with him about his comment but she knew it would only ruin their moment, and his tone told her that there was no chance in hell that he was going to back down on that one. “i had to be tough, because no one else was going to do it for me. you didn’t even notice me until i finally slugged one of the other boys when he started going on about my parents.” it was a depressing memory, but with her body so close to his, talking about things, she didn’t feel the pain that came with remembering her parents. instead she remembered the way the boy had howled in pain and the look on oliver’s face as he came in to see which guy had made the new girl cry, only to find out that she’d made one of the boys cry. “you only say that because i had a family. that’s how i was different.[/I]” that was all she'd say though, not wanting to argue.

she felt his hands grip her thigh, running his fingers over the skin and making her stomach tie in knots. it was unfair what he was doing to her, just by touching her so gently. as his lips met her collarbone, she could hear him comment on her not starving herself, making her laugh. she barely noticed his movements until his hand ran over her stomach and then her breasts, sucking in a breathe. she didn’t even have a response to him, too distracted by his lips on her tender skin. she felt her body closer to his, his words pleading, filling her mind until she couldn’t do anything but exactly what he asked of her. she was awkward, shy and generally inexperienced, but she’d do anything he asked of her. she was putty in his hands and she knew it. as his hands moved over his, she gingerly ran her hands along his spine, letting her lips caress the skin of his neck, teeth tugging gently on the skin as she passed it, moving down his collarbone as her hands traced lines over his back before moving to his front. he was holding her so close she had no need to leave her arms around him now. she ran her hands down his chest and then his abs, pausing to let her lips find his again briefly, dying without the taste of him on her lips. slowly her hand moved lower on his form, pressing over his groin and finding the part of him most sensitive to anything she did. she blushed as her hand moved over it slowly, moving against it slowly, doing her best despite her awkward mindset. as she saw his reaction she grinned slightly, moving her hand faster as her lips met his again, her other hand running over his chest, nails trailing over his skin.[/JUSTIFY]

tagged for , dallas oliver fitzpatrick.
post status , finished.
lyrics credit , to angels & airwaves.
format credit , to moi, zazu.
word count , nine eight four.
she's wearing , sleep timez.
my muse is , just say yes by snow patrol.
my notes are , asfodshfkj, they make me squee. c:

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[dallas]

he could feel her physically relax in his arms, which was what he wanted. the last thing the man needed to feel was uncertainty at how to continue if she didn't trust him. it didn't occur to him untl that moment just how much he needed to know that she did, in fact, trust him. even with the years that had seperated him, she did not appear to miss a beat in accepting him back into her life. though, oliver wasn't planning to stay. christ, he wanted to, that much was obvious with how much the mere sound of her name made him ache. but he knew that was near to impossible now, not with the way his life had panned out. he would only be a detriment to her future, and the man realized this all too well. plus, there were people he knew that would go to greath leaps just to get at someone who pissed them off. it was all too easy to piss them off, too. as much as he pretended to be in control of everything, it really wasn't oliver's say how things went down. he sold what he could get his hands on, but the people he had to deal with were assholes to the max--they overpriced and played games. he really didn't want the extra concern with having kendra on his arm; they'd find her very interesting indeed, and going to prison for murder wasn't ideal for this point in time.

oliver's mind came back down with her voice in his ear, and he smiled despite himself, remembering the moment she spoke of. homecoming dance? christ, he hadn't thought of that night in years. not that it ever actually left his memory, though. that was kind of a tough night to forget. she had come out, all dressed up like he'd never seen before. that was the first time he realized that the burning sensation inside of him was this insane desire to have her. he'd been a little more rude than necessary that night, just to talk himself out of foolish thoughts like that. it hadn't worked. with a slow smile, he offers a pecking kiss as apology. "in my defense," he couldn't resist adding however, "you normally do look like you've got constant bedhead. not that i ever really minded. it's just, i wasn't expecting you to look so... transformed." somewhere along that explanation, his gaze had turned hot and his voice had lowered into an intense, but intimate tone. his fingers played with the hair they spoke of; he'd always liked her brown locks.

he frowned when she brought up earliar memories, and oliver shook his head to deny what she said. "that's not true. i noticed you before that, too. i just figured you wouldn't be around long enough to form any attachment to, so i didn't want to bother. but after you knocked his lights out, i couldn't really ignore it." he smiled, somewhat sadly as he brought a few fingers to career her jaw. "i thought a good family would snatch you up within days," he admitted. "they're stupid for not doing so, but i'm still kind of glad they didn't." if they had, they never would have developed the close bond they now shared. he wouldn't have had the chance to know anything about her. but, that might have been best. oliver couldn't see a positive of her having him in her life at all. she was too good for all of this, for him even, and yet he wasn't willing to give up the chance. he pressed his nakid form down onto hers a bit more, if only to reassure himself she was not going anywhere right then--and to let her know that she didn't need to hold him so tight, as he wasn't leaving either.

oliver's breath sucked in as she finally began to participate, albeit shyly. he had to smile at that. with all the so-called "experience" she threw in his face to anger him or whatever had been her plan earlier, the girl really wasn't so sure of herself. at least, not with him. he took just a little satisfaction in knowing that she cared so much of him that there was still hesitance in her movement, for fear she might do something wrong or make herself seem dumb. but she wasn't. his muscles leaped under her touch, practically sending a jolt of electricity through him as her hands ran over his arms and rubbed across his stomach. at this point, he hadn't stopped pleasuring her himself--his fingers were now caressing and rubbing her in a gentle fashion that he hoped would drive her wild, and the digits eventually slipped inside of her in mimic of what he wanted to do. however, he paused as her hands found him, hard and ready to take her. oliver groaned in some pleasure as she stroked him, her curiosity making it better. he felt heated, all of the blood rushing to that sensitive place she rubbed. now he withdrew his fingers and found her inner thigh, pressing against it and encouraging her to open her legs wider so his form might settle between them easily. oliver captured her hands, instead to place them on his chest once more before gripping her hips in preparation. "do you want this?" he asked of her, not because he wanted to here her beg, but because he wanted to make sure before it was too late to really back out of it.

TAG; kendra!