Needy kitty [Sydney]

[Sydney Emerson]

Of course, as per usual, Sydney didn't have the slightest idea the effect that her touch had on him. It never even occurred to her that she could get that sort of reaction by him. By now she really should know better though, yet she somehow kept underestimating him in that regard. That was how they had ended up in this closet to begin with. That being said, she assumed that he had been listening to her so when he said of course with a smile, she believed him. With those words he earned the biggest smile, wide enough to make her cheeks ache a little as she beamed up at him.

He kissed her again and this time, she met him halfway. What she hadn't been expecting though was for him to lift her up again. Given how small and petite she was, it was little surprise how easily he could lift and move her, yet it still shocked her every time he did so. In what seemed like an instant, he had her pinned between the door and his body, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, despite the fact that he held her securely.

His whisper against her lips sent a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold running down her spine. "I'm yours," she repeated, her voice a whisper. A smile began to form at her lips, though it was quickly replaced as she gasped in surprise when his lips kissed - and sucked - at her neck. She didn't think of the consequences, instead finding herself overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips even as she tried to catch her breath.

Sydney gasped softly as she felt his hand slip under her shirt. She was surprised when he settled his hand just there at his waist, not moving further up her body. As such, she didn't protest the touch, instead, seeking out his lips with her own. For once she was more interested in acting than in talking or even thinking. She kissed me long and deeply before pulling back to whisper against his lips "You're pretty awesome too."

Granted, once she realized the mark he had left on her skin, she would likely be saying something very different. But for this moment, she was blissfully ignorant, and as such she was entirely focused on enjoying the moment. Her fingers traced patterns at the back of his neck as she caught her breath, her eyes fixed on his.

[Rodrigo Santos]

She admitted it! She said so herself! Rod grinned widely, suddenly feeling protective of this girl in his arms. His girl. No one else's, but his. His... whatever she was. Was she his girlfriend now? Wow, he had a girlfriend. He felt proud of it, but not as proud as he was when he heard her sounds of pleasure when he kissed her neck. He replied with a moan of his own, pressing against her. This position was driving him mad. Did she not know what she did to him? How his body reacted to hers?

He groaned, pressing her further into the door and was more than pleased to find that it was her who kissed him this time. Oh, so she was getting into it. His hand squeezed her waist again, aching to move up her body. The problem was, last time he tried anything she pushed him away and got mad. But she was his now, right? She'd said so! That meant he could touch whatever he wanted to touch, right? So his hand moved up slightly, to her front, caressing her stomach. He was impressed by how soft someone so thin could be. Even if she was so fit, she still felt feminine under his hand. So... sexy.

"Mi princesa..." He whispered, panting hard as he opened his eyes and stared back at her. He licked his lips, resting his forehead against hers. The little patterns made on his neck sent shivers down his spine and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a long breath. She was testing him, wasn't she? And he was so going to fail the test.

"Can I touch you?" He asked suddenly, opening his eyes and staring at her straight. His hand was still on her stomach, urging him to move. His entire body was on fire, aching to do more than what they'd done. But last time it'd gone all wrong, and he wanted to be sure this time it wouldn't bother her. Maybe if he was nice and asked, if she gave him permission, maybe this time he would get more than last time.

[Sydney Emerson]

So much time had passed with them being angry at one another. She had forgotten how easy it was to lose herself when they were together like this. Of course, part of the problem was she had a difficult enough time understanding how she was feeling, let alone adding his emotions on top of that and her general lack of understanding of how relationships worked. So she really didn't know what she did to him, though perhaps that was hard to believe.

Mi princesa... Those words sent another shiver down her spine. It had always affected her when he called her that, and now more than ever. Now that they had committed to each other. It was like he had said. He was hers and she was his. What they were... well, that was still to be defined, but they were something at least. Just the two of them.

He asked if he could touch her then and that brought her out of the haze of their emotions. She hesitated before slowly shaking her head. Part of her wanted to, but they were in a janitor's closet. Skipping class! A class they had just walked out of! "Not now," she said softly. "Not yet." She wasn't angry or upset though. If anything, she was glad that he had asked instead of just doing it. She didn't want to fight with him, not now anyway. She just hoped that he would really be okay with that choice...

[Rodrigo Santos]

Rod stared at her with widen eyes. Not now. Not yet. He nodded, still panting, still staring at her, his hand dropping from her stomach to her waist as he nodded. "Fuck." He said, slowly dropping her back to the floor, shivering as he felt her body slide against his as he set her down. Wow, this was torture. He needed space or he would end up doing something he regretted.

He moved back on the closet, the source of his discomfort plain as the day, if she dared look. What did she think would happen when she kept her legs around him like that? Or when she moaned like she had? Or when she was the one to start a kiss like she- well, you get the idea. He grunted, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, his legs apart and leaned back against a shelf, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

He opened his eyes and stared up at her with a half smirk, shaking his head. "You're gonna end up killing me, princesa." He said in a husky voice, still short of breath. But he could see her mark, his mark, on her neck, already starting to show, and he smirked widely, nodding her way. "'Least now you have a warning to keep anyone else away." And he was so proud of it too.

[Sydney Emerson]

Sydney had to admit that she was surprised at the way he instantly backed down. Not that she was complaining of course, but usually he pouted and tried to get his way... Maybe this whole commitment thing between them was going to be a good thing. "Sorry," she murmured, biting her lip lightly as his hand fell away. She liked when he touched her but... she was still adjusting. She needed a bit more time. Still, she felt bad for disappointing him. He slid her back down so her feet settled on the ground, though he quickly backed away once she was on her own two feet.

She couldn't quite make sense of the tangle of emotions that she felt from him, but she couldn't help but worry a little, especially as he slid to the ground. "Are you alright?" she asked as she knelt on the ground in front of him, watching him carefully, as though she might be able to figure out what he was thinking.

His next remark made her smile though - a reaction that defied all logic. Surely that sentiment couldn't be a good thing! Yet... he called her princesa again. It was hard for her not to blush and smile when he did that. "I certainly hope not," she said back, an almost playfulness in her tone. "I think I'd end up missing you... again." After all they had said and done, surely now she could admit that she had missed him.

A warning? Sydney tilted her head as confusion was etched across her features when he mentioned that she had a warning to keep others away now. "What do you mean? What warning?"

[Rodrigo Santos]

Rod nodded. "Fine." He said with the same smirk, "Nothing you haven't caused before." The last bit was a joke, but he wasn't sure she would get it. He still appreciated that she knelt in front of him and worried. He rose a hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. How could a girl that hot be into him? Not that he didn't think he wasn't hot himself, but it was still odd. First of the class, smartest girl in school if you asked him, and here she was, making out with him in a closet while class carried on. He snorted at the memory. He was so going to pay for that one later, he was sure.

He smirked like a cat at the last thing she said though. "Aha! you admit it!" He said triumphantly. "You missed me!" He grinned at her cockily, waving his eyebrows. "I knew it. You can't stay away, princesa. Can't get enough, right?" He moved his hand to her chin, wiggling it and chuckling, suddenly feeling happy. Sure, he loved making out with her, but this moment still felt somehow good, not better, just different good. Did that make sense?

She asked about his warning and he smirked again. "Ya know, my mark." He nodded her way, and he moved his hand down her neck, gracing the mark he'd left there. "To keep other guys away." His eyes darkened as he thought of anyone getting closer. "You're mine now. I want everyone to know that." And he would keep that brand there for as long as he could too!

[Sydney Emerson]

She didn't really understand his joke about it being nothing she hadn't caused before, but she was still glad to hear that he was fine. He reached out to her, lightly touching her cheek and she instinctively leaned slightly into the motion, finding that she enjoyed his touch. It was comforting somehow. A part of her knew that this happening between them made no sense - they were so very opposite after all - but to her, the whole thing made no sense, so the impact of that was a bit lost on her.

Her grin nullified any annoyance that might have been conveyed by the roll of her eyes as he delighted in her admittance to missing him. "Yeah, yeah. So I missed you. Not like you didn't already know that," she teased back, wrinkling her nose at him, especially as he wiggled her chin. "I'm pretty sure you don't want me to stay away," she said back with a smirk. Besides, staying away hadn't been the issue. She had done pretty well at ignoring him. If he hadn't decided to harass her today, she probably could have continued to do so. Then again... with those injuries of his, maybe she wouldn't have been able to. He barely had left her thoughts as it was. Knowing he was getting himself hurt... she wouldn't have been able to stop from saying something. "You missed me too," she pointed out, the thought making her smile.

"Mark?" she started to ask, before his hand settled at her neck. The spot he had been kissing... and sucking. Her eyes widened as she finally realized the implication of that earlier gesture. "You did not!" Thoughts were racing through her mind now. "Now they're going to know what we were doing in here! We really are going to get detention. Oh no..." There had to be a solution...

Hastily, Sydney pulled the hair tie from her ponytail, causing her long hair to fall around her face. A moment later and it was arranged in a way that should obscure the mark from anyone's notice. Her eyes finally met Rod's. "You didn't need to do that you know," she said softly. "You don't have to worry about anyone else." As she spoke, her hand settled atop his free one - the one that wasn't touching her already - hoping that her touch was as comforting to him as it was for her. Sydney didn't want him to worry about something so needless... or to keep marking her. She believed in privacy after all.

"Promise. I am yours."

[Rodrigo Santos]

She admitted it! Yes! Rod grinned smugly at her, even if she tried to minimise it. "I ain't denying nothing." He said when she mentioned he too had missed her. "Yer the one being all coy." He knew that at least. He had no problem speaking his mind, but he'd learned she had. It was so odd to him, for someone to not speak up and talk about whatever. But for some reason, the smartest person he knew had problems voicing whatever she wanted to say. He didn't get why, but he wasn't about to question her about it.

It was almost funny how she reacted when she realised he'd marked her neck. Rod smirked at her, shrugging when she mentioned they would know what they were doing. "Let 'em know." He said with a smirk, actually wanting them to know. What was detention to him showing her off to the world as his? "Not like they wouldn't know, Syd. Everyone comes here to make out." He shrugged again, leaning forward and gently rubbing his mark. But he dropped his hand when she let her hair loose and he frowned. "Don't hide it." He whined, gently moving the fallen hair behind her ear, to still be able to see his mark. "I like it."

He looked at her as she spoke, smiling gently at her admittance. "It's not you I'm worried about." He said with a smirk, "It's the others." He snorted, thinking he would break anyone's face if they dared look at her funny. Besides, it was all part of them being exclusive, right? Have something to identify it with. He pulled at her hand, the one that'd been caressing his, meaning to catch her in his arms and hug her. Particularly after what she'd said. His. She was all his. He kissed her temple and smiled, holding her close.

"You are." He said with a smirk, "And you'll wear my mark." He knew she was going to get mad, so he added. "You can make one too, if ya want." And he stretched his neck out for her to try, still smirking smugly. Like he wouldn't wear any mark she left on him as a trophy.

[Sydney Emerson]

"I wasn't being coy," she protested. "I was still mad at you when you asked." Truthfully, she didn't have the skill to attempt that sort of coyish act that he was suggesting. When it came to emotions, she was either on or off and that was about the extent of it. It was a weakness, perhaps her greatest one. But he knew that too. He knew that she wasn't good at expressing herself. Yet somehow he seemed to like her anyway, though how she did not know.

As he insisted that he wanted to everyone to know, she could only stare at him. "Maybe they do, but I don't! I have a reputation to maintain! Especially with the teachers..." Her voice trailed off as he realized that he didn't care about any of that. For a fleeting moment, she wondered what it might be like to not worry, but she had worked too hard to ruin it all in these last few months. She sighed softly. "Fine, I won't right now... but as soon as we leave this closet, it's getting hidden again," she said, her voice a touch stern.

His words brought an exasperated sigh to her lips. "There aren't any others," she insisted. "No one thinks of me that way except you, Rod," she said softly. She wasn't being self-deprecating like most girls making such a comment would be - it was just a simple fact. Sydney let out a small yelp of surprise as he pulled her forward, catching her in his arms and holding her against him. Damn, he made it hard to be annoyed with him for more than half a second. His kissed her temple and she couldn't help but relax against him, smiling as she nuzzled against his chest.

"It's not like I have a choice," she grumbled as he said she'd wear his mark. After all, he'd already done it. "But I swear, you do it again, and you will pay," she added. She didn't know how, but she would make sure of it. His offer that she could mark him just made her roll her eyes. "That's hardly fair. You'd like that too much," she pouted.

[Rodrigo Santos]

"Mad but missing me." He insisted with the same smirk. No matter how much she denied it now, he knew she wanted him. She'd said so! No turning back now. Besides, that meant that he could eventually get away with some more stuff. Even if she hadn't let him touch her now, she was going to eventually, right? That was what relationships were all about after all: Sexy time! Oh yeah! And he was SO going to get the most of it when it happened. For now, hugging was enough.

"Who cares?" He said in an annoyed voice. "Ya care way too much 'bout others. What 'bout me, eh?" He sent her a lazy smile, "I'm the one makin' ya feel good, princesa." He caressed her cheek again as a reminder. "'sides, it ain't like the teachers won't give you yer good grades 'cause of a hickey. You do the work, you earn the grade. Ain't that what you told me?" She was always insisting he had to do the work, so why was her situation so different? He pouted when she insisted on covering when she was outside. "Fine." He said, still pouting. Wait, speaking of grades, "So the studying sessions are up again." He said it with confidence, and not actually asking. He needed his study sessions! For- er... studying purposes. Right. The reminder made him squeeze her slightly.

She insisted there weren't any others and he rolled his eyes. "That ya know of." He said stubbornly, "Ye don't know what goes through a dude's mind, Syd. It's-" He flushed and leaned back, running his hand through his hair and licking his lips. "It ain't pretty, 'kay? A dude sees ya walkin' down the hall with yer tight jeans and he ain't looking at yer face." At least she was now in his arms where she belonged. Yup, he wasn't going to let anyone else enjoy this. And from the looks of it, she liked being there too. The way she nuzzled closer made him smile. How could someone so terrifying one moment could be so cute the next?

She warned him about making the mark again and he snorted. "Imma do it again." He said shamelessly, disregarding her threat completely. What could she do anyway? "Ain't like ya didn't like it, eh? I heard ya." He smirked down at her, feeling smug, "Those little sounds ya make...Nice." He was obviously trying to fluster her though he wasn't sure he could. It seemed Syd always went against what he'd expected of her. Except now. She didn't mark him and he grinned at her innocently, "I dunno whatcha talking about." He said in mocked innocence and then poked her side, meaning to tease. "The necks all ready tho. Might keep the chicks away." He stretched again, nudging her. He really wanted to carry his medal around.

[Sydney Emerson]

"True," she conceded, chuckling softly at the satisfaction that seemed to bring him. It was oddly endearing. As per usual, Sydney had not even the slightest idea the direction his thoughts had taken, and such was probably for the best. While she knew that logically it was a normal and natural impulse... she was finding that it was hardly the clinical process she had read about in books. It was more than a bit overwhelming and so she couldn't help but hesitate. Besides, right now, she was actually quite content.

The way he said princesa made her shiver a little. Yes, he did make her feel good, but the way that he made her act against all logic... that was a little unsettling for her. So she tried to explain anyway. "Perception is important, especially in the professional world. I need teacher recommendations for school after all, and that's hardly likely to happen if I run out of class without any explanation and come back with a hickey," she explained. She knew that he didn't understand why it was important to her, but it didn't mean that it wasn't important at all. Then, a connection finally clicked in her mind. "I'm not trying to hide you, you know," she added.

Sydney laughed at his excitement over study sessions. Namely because she knew that he wasn't thinking of studying at all. "Yes, but you'd better actually study. Now I'm more determined than ever to make sure your grades improve," she said with an almost devilish grin. Now that he was hers, she had even more leverage to make him cooperate. "Now that we're... together... does that mean I'm going to see you more often than just studying?" she asked, her voice oddly shy. They had usually only studied once or twice a week before and she wasn't really sure what was considered normal for a teen couple. It seemed like things should change, she just didn't know how.

She raised an eyebrow as he insisted that just because she didn't know it, didn't mean it wasn't true. Even more so when he started to explain what went on in a guy's mind. "But I don't wear tight jeans," she started to say. Well, she wore fitted clothing, was that what he was talking about? The two things seemed entirely different to her. "There's nothing to worry about, Rod. Really," she insisted, leaning forward to plant a single, gentle kiss on his lips before laying her head back on his chest.

"Don't you dare. I'm not joking." She really couldn't handle worrying about what other people thought. She was a private person when it came to personal matters, especially about things like this. She was just figuring all this out - she didn't need to advertise what they did when they were alone to the world. She did blush as he commented about how he knew she had liked it. "Well, I didn't know then it was going to leave an obvious mark then!" she grumbled. It was hardly fair, the way he could affect her so obviously while she was left clueless, only able to respond, and even then just barely sometimes. Just once she'd love to make him the powerless one. But she knew that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. She wouldn't even know how to begin.

Sydney fidgeted slightly as he poked her side, laughing softly all the while. "Stop that," she said with a playful nudge of his shoulder. If only he could play fair for once. She had such a disadvantage at this point. "Besides, you should be plenty of capable of keeping the other girls away all by yourself. You're mine now," she reminded him, a hint of pride in her voice.

[Rodrigo Santos]

She was talking about 'perception' and the 'professional world' and the 'who gives a fucks' stuff and Rod rolled his eyes at her. What kind of girl talked that way anyway? She was lucky she was so hot, or he would've gone running away the moment she started talking. He let out a disgruntled breath, sending her an annoyed look. "Whatcha think ye'll regret more? Not havin' enough fun or not gettin' enough 'teacher recommendations'?" He asked her in an annoyed tone. Couldn't she just enjoy the moment for once and stop worrying about the consequences? Especially such an important moment! Well, for him anyway.

Then she said she wasn't hiding him and he pushed away to look down at her. What? Why would she say that? "Why would you hide me?" He asked in an offended voice. What was wrong with him that she'd think he merit to be hidden? Was he embarrassing? He pouted, suddenly feeling saddened by the thought. Miss princess, first of her class, student council member and teacher's pet was embarrassed of him. He looked down sadly, still pouting as he thought of it. He never imagined she would see him as someone beneath her. "Ye should be proud." He said hotly, actually feeling upset about it, "I- I- I'm cool!" Could he sound more like a dorky saying that? He flushed and looked away in a huff.

And she wanted to change him already. Again with the grades. He huffed again, turning away. "Ye better up the rewards then." He said moodily. "Like letting me... do stuff." That was the very mature way he asked to up their relationship. Well, Rod wasn't the most savvy when it came to relationships, or anything else for that matter, so it was probably obvious why he was acting like he was. Wait. She wanted to see each other more. "Like dating?" He asked, looking down at her. Uh oh. He didn't think that through. Dates meant money and money meant... he gulped... a job. An actual, paying, stupid, time consuming from his fun, part time job. Well, fuck. Had he thought of it before, he'd had never tried to get a girl. But then... He looked down at her and sighed, smiling as she looked so shy and cute. "Yeah." He said, nodding. "We can do that." He could do that. He could find a part time job to take her out anywhere she wanted. Especially now that he knew she wanted to hide him or something. See if she wanted to hide the best boyfriend ever around! Ha! He was so going to make her regret saying that.

She insisted the didn't even wear tight jeans. "Ye should start." He said eagerly, nodding at her like a children promised candy. Hey, that would be awesome! Even if he couldn't really do anything he could at least see the merchandise. The thought of it made him place a hand on her thigh, slowly sliding it up. If she didn't stop him he would end up touching her backside, just to have some idea of what he would be having.

She kissed his lips and he smiled again. She made it hard to stay mad, even if he was still stressed about the whole hiding thing. He wanted to shout it to the world and it seemed she wanted to keep things on the low. And now he was feeling it was because of him! Did she want someone boring now? He snorted. Well, what was the fun in that?

She insisted on no more hickeys and he huffed. "Fine!" He said, "But I want everyone to know yer mine." He would find the way too! Just you wait. He smirked at her flush. So she admitted it! "I can do it without leaving any marks too." He said, licking his lips already, lowering his face to hide it against her neck. She smelled so good. Just to give her a taste, he licked the skin and moved back, grinning widely. His grin only grew when she laughed and nudged his shoulder. She was so cute.

"I dunno if I could." He teased, leaning back and grinning smugly, "Plenty o' girls to fight, ya know?" He shrugged innocently, "Might need some help." He pulled her closer, wanting her to at least try something. He was always the one touching her after all and it sort of left him wanting something in return. "Greedy little princesa."

[Sydney Emerson]

She hesitated as he asked about fun. Truth was, before him she had never given much - well, any - consideration to fun. "They're not mutually exclusive," she said finally, sounding a little defensive even. "I can have fun with you and still do well in school and activities." It wasn't in her nature to even consider compromising when it came to her future. She was too full of potential to waste it all away on fun. When she was with him... it was easy to forget about that, but she couldn't allow herself too. It was too much a part of who she was.

As soon as she said it, she realized it was a mistake. Apparently she had come to the wrong conclusion and so instead of reassuring him, it had only put a new worry in his head and upset him too. "No, no, no!" she hastily exclaimed. "I said I wasn't. I don't want to." She forced herself to take a long, slow breath before trying to explain. "I thought the reason that you were upset about me wanting to hide the mark was because you thought it might mean I wanted to hide you, but I don't, so I was trying to reassure you. But I clearly only made it worse..." She sighed. "I am proud of you, Rod. I'm just a private person. I don't like other people knowing every little detail. Especially about something as personal as this..." With that she leaned in to kiss him, softly but deeply. She was trying to prove a point. Even still, it was hard to pull back, but she forced herself to nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, you know I'm bad at this..." She leaned forward to kiss him softly. "Please forgive me? I don't want to fight again..." She really hadn't intended to make him upset after all.

Sydney bit her lip as he talked about upping the reward. For once, she knew exactly what he meant. "That's not all this is about, right?" she asked, her voice quiet and vulnerable even. Much as she enjoyed the physical aspect of their relationship (obviously), it was about more than that for her. It was about the way that he challenged her to look at things differently. Wasn't there more for him too? "I mean, I thought you were okay with me needing to go slow, to take the time to process everything..."

When she had asked that, she hadn't thought anything about money, or even the idea of proper dates. Honestly, she would be happy for time spent just like this - albeit not in a closet preferably. She just wanted time together where she didn't have to try to harass him into working the whole time. "I guess. You know more about how these things work than I do," she reminded him gently. He seemed so shocked that she almost wondered if she had been wrong to ask. Finally he agreed though, and she smiled up at him as he did.

"They're hardly practical," she retorted with a roll of her eyes as he suggested that she start wearing tighter jeans. She flushed though as his hand slowly slid up her leg, though she stopped it with her own before he reached her hip. She didn't say anything though - she didn't need to. While she understood his frustration and she genuinely felt badly for disappointing him, she was firm in her insistence of approaching things at a gradual pace. No amount of pushing from him was going to make her move any faster than she wanted to.

Sydney only smiled at him as he insisted that he would find a way to make sure everyone knew she was his. As long as it didn't involve more hickeys, she was okay with that. Or at least, she thought she would be. As he added that he could do the same thing without leaving a mark though, her blush deepened even more, especially as his mouth found the tender skin of her neck once more, making her sigh softly. It was so not fair that he could do that to her with just the slightest touch.

It took her a moment to realize he was only teasing, but once she did, she couldn't help but grin. "Well you had better find a way to make them all back off," she said. "I don't share well." With that she kissed him again, her fingers raking lightly through his hair to settle at his neck. Sydney kissed him until she could scarcely breath, pulling back only then. "Your princesa," she reminded him as she pulled back, her voice lower and huskier than normal.

[Rodrigo Santos]

"Not if yer having the right kind of fun." He replied with a smirk. She really didn't like losing, not even an argument, and he enjoyed ruffling her feathers. He found he also disliked losing, at least to her, so he insisted on his point. "Ye don't hear people in their deathbed sayin' how much they regret not workin' more." Though he probably should work more, at least to Syd's standards.

He was feeling grumpy because of the idea of not being good enough for her. She'd said so herself! But now she was denying it all and he pouted her way, listening closely. She was proud of him? He lost the pout to smile gently. Nobody had ever told him that. Well, maybe his abuela, but that didn't count much. So she didn't like being public about anything, not even this? But- "But ain't I the best trophy?" He teased, pulling her closer, "Like ye won't show me off anyway. Not like I'll leave ya to walk alone from now on." And he didn't plan to, really. All he wanted to do was stay close to her, even if it was just the time between classes, even if it was just for one quick kiss.

She even apologised and he sighed against her lips, fully enjoying her kiss. So hard to stay mad at her when she was so good at working him. "It's fine..." He whispered, already having forgotten what they'd been talking about. It was hard to think when she was kissing him like that.

But of course she was now questioning whether this thing was all physical to him and he had to blink the daze out of his eyes. Uh... what? Wasn't that why relationships... were? He wasn't sure what he thought of the entire thing, but he was hell sure she would get mad if he answered that yes, it was about touching her. "I- uh..." Why couldn't he be more eloquent. "I- I don't know." Yeah, like that answer wouldn't get her angry. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I just- I can't think when I'm near you." He stared at her and smiled shyly, shrugging as he thought of what to say. "It's- I dunno... it's also 'bout the talking and stuff. I guess. Like- like when you get mad it's-" He chuckled at the memory, "It's pretty funny." He hoped she wouldn't get mad at that. "It's cute and I- uh... I like it, right? So- Yeah. It's not just that." He caressed her cheek again and sighed. "Ya still wanna go slow?" He asked in a half groan. Of course she did. "...Just-" Another sigh, "Don't make me wait too long, 'kay?" He hoped she at least would agree to that.

So now they were going to date and he was starting to worry about things he hadn't before, like money to take her out. Maybe it was true what his abuela had said and love made you grow up. What a drag... Now when was he going to find any time to train? Well, she was worth it. That much he could work out. Even if she hadn't let him touch her again. He pouted down at her, his eyes narrowing as he realised she'd known what he'd been trying to do.

She said she wouldn't share him and he chuckled in response. "Then ye better treat me nice, princesa." He teased, holding her closer. Next thing he knew she was kissing him again and he groaned against her lips, pulling her closer. She did that thing with her fingers in his hair again and he had to switch positions to be more comfortable. And he had already gotten over it too... She really had no idea what she did to him, right? Or maybe she did and was just a tease. "Temptress." He whispered back as she spoke and pulled her for another kiss, moving her so she was sitting closer. He was already sliding down, his legs far too long for the space they were lying in, and he had to break the kiss before he pushed her further.

"Ye gotta stop doing that." He groaned, catching his breath, closing his eyes and trying to think of something else. Abuela! Think of your abuela! He stared at her with a half smirk and shook his head. "Not sure if yer just innocent or a tease." No way a teen could be that pure, right?

[Sydney Emerson]

She huffed as he continued to tease her. "Maybe not, but you hear plenty of people saying that they wish they had accomplished their goals, or at least tried harder to." After all, she wasn't looking to just get a job and work all her days. She was looking to have a real impact on the world and to make it a better place. It was just a matter of figuring out the best way to do so.

It was a relief when her words seemed to calm him down, taking him from grumpy, to pouting, to finally smiling. She smiled too as he talked about her not walking alone anymore. She often saw couples walking along together through the halls and around campus. Never had she imagined that she might be one of them. "There is a big difference between showing you off and showing this off," she said, pointing at the mark on her neck. "I just think that the stuff we do... the kissing sort of stuff... well, that should be just between the two of us. Our own special little secret, I guess."

When he kissed her back, she knew for sure that things really were fine between them again, even before he said so. Not that it still wasn't nice to hear him say it of course. She really didn't want to fight with him again when they had only just made up.

His initial response of confusion had her worried. She tried to tell herself that she had put him on the spot, so it was hardly fair to be upset that it took him some time to answer. He finally seemed to come to the conclusion that it was more than just kissing her, though his answer still surprised her. "Being mad is...cute?" she asked, genuinely confused by this strange notion of his. She had never heard or read anything like that before. She nodded slowly as she asked if she still wanted to go slow, her heart sinking as his disappointment was painfully obvious. She hesitated to answer his question, not wanting to agree to anything she couldn't live up to. "I'll try," she said finally. "We'll figure it out as we go, right?" She left it at that, knowing that if they discussed the topic too in depth, tempers were sure to spark once more.

"As long as you do the same," she teased back. After all, if he wanted to be a jerk, she was going to call him out on it. But as long as he was willing to play nice... she had no reason not to. Sydney hardly noticed when he shifted positions and had no concept of the implications. As the kiss broke, his remark had her blushing more. She didn't really understand how she tempted him but it seemed to be a good thing, even if it seemed extremely out of character for her. He pulled her closer to kiss her again and she melted into him, finding herself feeling practically giddy from his kisses. Or perhaps it was from the lack of oxygen.

Sydney was confused by what he said when he spoke next. "Stop doing what? Kissing you?" she asked, her head tilting to the side slightly. "I thought you liked when I did that..." She really didn't understand what he meant. He'd complain when she didn't kiss him, and now he wanted to complain when she did too? That make absolutely no sense at all. "A tease? How could I possibly be a tease?" she asked, truly perplexed by his statement. "You remember that you were my first kiss, right?" She still worried that she wasn't good enough at kissing yet. After all, all she really did was react and mimic him. Surely there was still room for improvement there. So the concept that she was anything but the rather lost girl she felt like seemed quite strange to her.