A Night Out on the Town;; Craven

[Gia Elliot]

Gia was excited to get to have a night out of the dining hall with her boyfriend, getting a nice meal and an intimate night. Plus, now she could show him some of the nice new outfits she and Adrianna had bought only a couple days before. She smiled at the thought of his face when he saw them. Maybe, maybe she'd look more like she was supposed to as his girlfriend. That same soft smile that lit her face whenever he complimented her stayed on her face as she pulled out a black top with an asymmetrical neckline and clipped off the tags on it. She still didn't want to think about how much she had paid for any of this stuff. She just wanted to give back the credit card and pretend the clothing had just magically appeared in her closet.

The roommates were being rowdy and arguing with one another, as usual, and Gia finally gave in and took a pain killer for the headache she was certain would be coming soon with all of the bickering going on. No, no, she needed to be concentrating on getting ready for tonight rather than on who stole who's snacks or seat or socks or whatever it was that they were fighting about right now. No, a pretty white skirt caught her attention, and a larger-than-average-though-still-not-extremely-large, beaded belt to go with it and pulled them on. Good, good. Now make up.

She was running out of time. As Gia glanced over at her alarm clock near her bed, she realized she had about forty-five seconds to get at least her eye make up done before Craven was scheduled to get there. As anyone would do, Gia decided it might be faster if she didn't worry about breathing as she did the eye liner and eye shadow. So she held her breath, finally letting it out in a giant gasp for air as knuckles hit her door. "Uh.. umm just a minute! I mean, I guess you can come in. I'm just- I'm almost done!" Now for the other eye.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven snatched the Grimley brother's car keys from his desk then tucked them into his pocket before picking up the beautiful almost black red rose he'd picked up earlier that day. A little card was attached to the stem with a beautiful blue ribbon. The same blue his shirt would be the evening of the valentine's dance that they'd be having at the school. His princess would possibly appreciate the heads up on color co-ordination. Now, he didn't know that Gia had done any shopping at all.

He'd be delighted with it if she had but not so delighted that Adrianna kept wiggling her way into his life leaving little trackmarks as she went along. Craven just wanted to forget the whole Adrianna mishap for a while till he could get his feeling straightened out. After all, a friend should not be jealous that their friend had a guy on the line should he? To know that Adrianna had helped his girlfriend pick out different sexy outfits to impress him would just send Craven over the edge.

He already felt like Adrianna was everywhere he looked and that he could not escape her at all. Craven tried to forget everything as he checked the card. In beautiful italics the words 'will you be my valentine?' were written in thick black ink and he smiled at the thought. He loved that he had a romantic side and chivalry would most definitely never die with him. Finally Craven moved over to snow's changed and gently covered it up so the white dove could sleep now. Jet took this as a sign and lept from her perch stand to flutter over to Craven.

She landed neatly on his shoulder, the tiny little silver chain she'd found earlier that week being adjusted in her beak. She was determined to give this shiny token to Gia for some reason. Craven opened the door and they stepped out into the common area. It was empty and he assumed everyone was in the student rooms downstairs. Craven hurried out before he bumped into one of his roommates. Leon would probably entertain him with some or other crude comments. Max would ask a million questions and Thyme would just... well be Thyme.

Craven was let into Gia's dorm room by Ty's cousin whom he greeted and headed straight to Gia's room. Craven knocked on the door and heard her reply shooting a frown at Sage before listening more intently. He didn't want to enter but Jet was impatient and screeched out, tilting her head back. To avoid any further annoyance from the bird, Craven quickly slipped inside.
"Hey baby. Am I too earl-Whoa.... Hello there. Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"

Craven had closed the door behind him but upon seeing Gia he was knocked over by how short that white skirt had ridden across her thighs. Her shoulder was showing too and the neckline leading to her jaw was just... well... it looked so kissable. Jet flew off his shoulder and landed on the platform where all Gia's make up lay. The bird dropped the silver chain braclet and pecked at it eager to offer it to Gia straight away.
"You went shopping! That's fantastic... "

Craven moved over to stand behind her, slowly pushing her hair aside so he could expose her neck. He leaned in to place tender kisses along her soft skin as he brought the red rose infront of her.
"We come baring gifts... although Jet wins this time."
God damn it Gia. You're hot tonight...Are you punishing me or something? I'm supposed to keep my cool?

He hoped the thought was whispered soft enough to not disturb her mind or hurt her in anyway.

[Gia Elliot]

If Gia didn't know it was Craven at her door when the knocking started by the time, or even by the softer tones of thoughts from the other side of the door -- he always was looking out for her power related headaches -- Jet's cawing and screeching were a dead giveaway (no pun intended). Gia had grown as fond of the black bird as the bird seemed to be of her. At least the crow hadn't dive bombed her to scare her away from Craven in a long time, the way she still did with other people. Gia was glad to be on the companion's good side too. If ever there was an enemy to be had, it was one that could peck you blind and then fly away to safety.

But even with her telepathy, Gia had no idea what Craven's reaction to her clothes would be. She had been trying her best to ignore the thoughts of others, and when she had to listen in, she was working on simply forgetting them as soon as they were heard. Still, Craven's question about what she'd done with his girlfriend brought that self-conscious smile and the rosy blush to her face. They vanished as Jet landed on her table and Gia could focus on something else, giving a small shrug in response. She didn't know what other response could be given to his statement anyway.

Softly, she picked up the shiny silver trinket and, with one finger of the other hand, stroked the crow's neck feathers softly. "Thank you, Jet. It's very pretty. I hope someone isn't missing it..." She had heard enough stories about chasing down the owners of Jet's gifts to want to avoid the experience entirely, but at the same time, the bird had offered Gia one of her treasures. How often did that happen to anyone other than Craven? It was Gia's first present from the territorial girl. She glanced over the more exposed shoulder as Craven approached, the excitement at the new wardrobe pretty clear.

"Not alone. I had a little help." She turned back to the mirror to finish her naked eye as her hair was moved, and Gia couldn't help but freeze as his lips hit her skin. Flashbacks of that one night over thanksgiving played through her head: clearly her own thoughts from the point of view. This time, her blush passed from her cheeks, up her ears and then back down her neck to color exactly where he was kissing as well. Her eyes found the rose as it came in front of her and she took it, holding it tenderly between her fingers with the bracelet. However, both fell to the table as his thoughts danced through her head. Not loud at all, but definitely noticeable with her own heart thump-thumping away all her own thoughts.

Hot. She still couldn't think of herself like that, but the question about punishment made her frown in worry. Hadn't he liked it before? He'd at least seemed excited about it, but maybe she was just reading him wrong. She didn't want to punish him for anything when he'd done nothing to deserve it. "P-Punish you? I'm sorry. I can change if you want. I still have my other clothes." She watched him, staring into his eyes with the middle of her eyebrows raised in concern. If she was going to be his Valentine, she really shouldn't be putting him through any sort of torment.