"So wise so young, they say do never live long." R

[Katherine Michelle]

I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice

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The term “Grease Monkey” was something Katt was used to hearing being tossed around about her by some of the guys in her Mechanic’s class. She was every guys little “Grease Monkey” and she was ok with that. Over the terms the small mechanic class for Aquakinetics became like a family to her, though she was the only girl surrounded by guys that were like her brothers though they acted so immature for older guys. Every lesson was more than just fun, squirting water finger guns at each other behind the teachers back, pouring gas or oil down other guys pants when they weren’t paying attention or the time one of the guys revved the engine and singed the teachers eyebrows off.

Mechanics was one of Katt’s fave classes and she fit right in, in her oversized coveralls, grease smeared over her cheeks and nose and a hat that held her brown waves back from her face. It was after such a lesson that Katt found herself still under her own personal 1973 Corvette it was a bright red and glistening beautifully. She’d just cleaned it and the bucket fully of sudsy water was inches away from her outstretched legs, she was replacing the neon bulb underneath the car and only her legs were visible underneath it.

Katt had brought only one thing with her from home and that was this car that her father had given her to shut her up about the abuse. She loved this car with all her heart and took care of it like it was her own child flesh and blood. Its interior was leather, red leather seats with her initials carved in to the leather in black clearly saying ‘KM’ in each seat. Last but not least was the chain link steering wheel, she’d milked her Father’s wallet dry for the car and the accessories. She continued tinkering with the bulb screwing the new one back in place as she stared underneath the car. She was in the sector of the garage where personal cars were held and tinkered with by their owners or mechanics the owners hired and no one else was here but her or so she thought.

She was blasting Duality - Slipknot on her stereo system that was booming from her trunk. Deaf to anyone else that may be coming and going. Katt was always in her own world while she was tinkering with her car, she was focused on doing the right things to her car not to mess it up, after all she was one of the best mechanics on campus and a lot of guys were a little surprised at that, some not so eager to welcome her in to what they felt should be a mostly male domain, Katt politely flipped those fuckers off and went on her merely greasy way.

Suddenly she was jerked out from under her car, a hand holding the rope that was attached to the board that was on wheels to help her slide in and out from under the car. She blinked staring up the line towards the hand that held the rope and then up the extraordinarily clean arm towards the face. The clean arm was a dead give away that this person obviously hadn’t had Mechanics today or any other day, there were always marks, grease under the nails that took a while to come out, or a cut or two or even a few burns. Katt’s blue brown eyes widened as she suddenly laughed and sat up.

“Stevie what are you doing here? Don’t you usually avoid this place like the plague?”

Katt reached up on top of the open car door towards the remote; snatching it up she turned the music off and was surprised at the sudden amount of silence that engulfed her. She looked around, hours must have past it had to be lunch time. Which meant her study period was over and the mechanic shop was empty. But it wouldn’t be empty for long, kids who didn’t have mechanics but loved to look at the personal cars or wanted to tinker around would be here soon, so it wasn’t surprising to see Stevie here…well strike that it was surprising to see him here.

“Come for a chat? Or to tell me how unladylike I’m being?”

She grinned, she’d met Stevie a few days before the ball and they’d hit it off immediately, they’re personalities melding cohesively. They’d danced at the ball and everything which was so hard for Katt since she hated dancing and she hadn’t wanted to go to the ball in the first place. She reached a hand out to Stevie as if to ask him for a hand up but suddenly realized her hands were black from oil and grease.

“Ah sorry!”

She reached behind her and grabbed for a towel wiping her hands off she slung it over her shoulder and got up on her own though it was a little uncomfortable and after a few giggles, lewd comments about her ass and a slip or too on the wheeled board she was finally eye to eye with Stevie.

“Now. Where were we?”

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[Steven Mathias]

...We're one mistake from being together
But lets' not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight...

That's what was blasting his ear drums to hell as he laid in bed, shirtless in jeans, eyes closed as he laid on his stomach, face buried in his pillow. That song came to an end not long after and switched to one of his all time favourites, Addicted by Simple Plan. A song that's got wicked lyrics and a chorus so sick he just felt like rocking out...yeah, like he'd ever. He lifted his head and looked over at Ty's side of the room, taking in the fact that he had been alone for some time...nice. He pulled himself into a seated position, his back against the wall as he looked out the window. The sun had shifted which meant that, yet again, he missed another day of classes and the Doc was going to eat his ass alive...again. Truthfully, Steven wouldn't have expected this of him, yeah he hated school but it wasn't exactly wise to ditch when you lived on campus with a Headmaster who could find you with just a single thought...not cool. Still, it was done and whatever came, came.

A yawn escaped him with no attempt at manners. He pulled his ear phones away from him and lazily slid off the bed, scratching his head as he headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. After a few scrutinizing minutes in front of the mirror, he dropped his jeans and boxers, pulled off his socks and walked into the shower, giving his nuts a quick scratch before he let the cold water soak him down. He stood there, eyes closed, face turned up to the shower head, water running down his body for close to five minutes or more before he reached blindly for the bar of soap to wash away his fatigue. He sighed as he lowered his head, watching the water going down the drain, then he remembered seeing a kid turn into liquid...now why couldn't he have been born with that gift. he would have been out of this place from day one. But why? He'd miss all the fun, right?

... he slipped on plain grey shirt, a pair of black sweats, some black and grey sneakers and, grabbing his Nano he headed out the door. After closing the door he put his earphones on, played Over You by Daughtry at full volume. He glanced up and down the corridor, then without further hesitation he started his seemingly daily walk about the school, a walk which usually say him back in his dorm after 10, pissing off his roommate when he was asleep but making the most noise possible. The afternoon was ticking closer and closer to evening, and with the mind-numbing music in his head, he found himself heading in the direction of the Garage which meant mechanics which meant hell no for Steven. He was a guy through and through but he wasn't one into video games because they were a waste of time and cars never really made him want to fidget with excitement. Pointless, but he knew someone who was all about that, and there she was as always, working on that rig of hers, dressed in her oiled up jumpsuit or whatever she called that thing and he could help but smirk as he walked in.

Turning down the volume and pocketing his iPod, he bend down and grabbed the rope to the slide she was on and pulled her out, looking down at the Grease Monkey as she was so nicknamed. He beamed when her face lit up on seeing him. "Hey Katt...well, you know me. This just isn’t my thing." He aid, stepping back so she could get up, completely ignoring her aid to get up because he didn't shower to get grease all over himself. He looked around till he found a lean enough counter. Grabbing a cloth, he cleared away some of the stuff and hopped onto it, turning his attention to her as she spoke again. "Actually, I was out walking and I passed the garage...figure you'd be here being all unladylike. Tell me, ever heard of a dress?" He smirked. Not long after he was trying to stop laughing as she made the most awkward of attempts to get her ass off the floor. "Graceful, aren't you."

[Katherine Michelle]

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence
And leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage
For what resembles rage

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Katt rolled her eyes and flipped Stevie off as she walked over to the huge sink that hung precariously from the wall. She turned it on washing her hands and cleaning her arms all the way up to her shoulders with a heavy duty soap meant for this express purpose. Finally satisfied when her arms smelt like lemon joy and lilac mixed in with some kind of medicine she shrugged the coveralls off of her shoulders which left most of her back out, she was wearing a spaghetti strapped tee that she’d modified for mechanics specially. The back had been cut out and she’d cut the straps and tied them around her neck, the material hugged her breasts tight and accompanied by the sticky cups that held her breasts up and firm they stopped annoying jiggling that was both distracting to the boys and a hindrance to working on cars.

From this angle the pentagram cut in to her body was half visible atop her low riders. It was such an old scar that Katt barely even thought of it anymore, therefore she didn’t think to cover it up anymore and didn’t get peoples reactions to it until it was too late. She pulled off her cap and flung it absentmindedly at Stevie figuring he’d catch it and put it on the table. Her hair breathed a sigh of relief and fell in brown waves down her back in unruly silken waves. She dragged her nails through the tangled frothy brown mess and looked over her shoulder grinning at Stevie.

“I don’t need your comments on my dismount thank you very much sarcastic bastard.”

Katt glanced at the huge auto clock that was stuck up near the ceiling over one of the garage doors. It was getting pretty close to four which meant afternoon classes would be starting in about half an hour. Sententia wasn’t like a normal high school, there were classes still going late in to the night because some peoples powers were more active at different times of the day, like faders grew stronger in the night, something to do with the night and faders both being…hardly seen or some stupid logic like that.

Her classes were done for the day and so were Stevie’s, great. Then it suddenly occurred to her, Stevie usually had a math class that ran close to four, she checked the watch once more then glanced at Stevie’s unkempt casual demeanor and started laughing.

“You ditched classes again today? Reid’s gonna be on your ass.”

She turned and leaned against the sink for a moment before turning back and jerking the hose from its coil above the sink. She twisted the nozzle and started washing her face in the sink, the water soaking in to her shirt and coveralls rapidly making the heavy fabric of her coveralls sag down baring more of her ass since Katt’s usual choice of underwear was a thong, not cause it was sexy simply because it was practical and less fabric to bother her. Katt turned the nozzle again pretty much soaked from top to bottom with her make shift shower. She recoiled the house and walked over to Stevie snatching a clean towel from just over his head, which put her chest very close to his face and from the angle and the way her shirt was soaked it left very little to the imagination.

“You better not get me in trouble with Reid, playing hooky in the Garage, good idea since no one would think to look for you here.”

She laughed again and dried off her face with the towel slinging it over her shoulders and snuggling in to its fluffy whiteness.

“Oh and no, I’ve never heard of a dress…what’s that? Some kind of fancy cleaning cloth?”

Katt cocked her head to the side in mock confusion but couldn’t hold the serious face for long before her cheeks twitched and she broke out in a beautiful laughing smile.

“Jealous cause I’m more man than you’ll ever be?”

She countered without missing a beat or relaxing that beautiful smile.

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[Steven Mathias]

He grinned at her, but when she went to wash her face off, when her ass became all exposed, especially that thong of hers, he felt his friends down in his boxers fidget with excitement. But it practically did that whenever he was around her. Just look at her. Strip away that thick, oily layer that was the Grease Monkey, wash her up, as she was doing at current and you had a girl who was worth of a photo session. She had the face of a Cover girl, a body that he'd like to explore and best yet, she had a cool, down to earth attitude and what guy wouldn't love to tap that. There was more than reason enough. Right now he was so distracted that the hard rock blasting in his ears seemed so far away right now.

Thankfully she finished up in time to stop him from turning into a puddle. He just caught her question on him ditching and to be polite, as much of a chore as it was, he turned off his music and shoved the iPod in his pocket, giving her a shrug of a reply. "You know me." Was all he said at first, his eyes still scanning her assets."Wasn't up to it...and if he wants to burn me then let him, not much that that'd do for him. Just hate the fact that he gets in my..." His mouth quickly clamped shut. His penis was getting harder as he glanced over her soaked body. Her clothes clinging to each and every curve of her body that must have been sculpted ever so delicately by God himself with Jesus adding his little touch here and there. Oh my God!

If he didn't have a shred of control, he'd be sweating buckets right now, and his hard on would have been out for show and tell. And if the intensity in the room wasn't bad enough, she model-walked over to him...at least that's how he say it...reached up over by his head and grabbed a towel. He looked up into her face, then his eyes lowered to her two girls...nice...grown nicely too...wow. He was so completely gone that he was grinning like an idiot, but the minute she backed off, he regained his decency...what he had left of it, and looked off to the side, making sure she could see the weakness in his face which probably looked drained of all blood.

Scary. He was picturing her naked...and he was there, and they were Christening the back seat of her prized car and he snapped. He shook his head and looked back at her, catching only the last thing she had said given that everything else fell on deaf ears. Best part was that her little quirk made him grin. A much needed distraction...and hopefully it'd give his hard on time time needed to go soft again. "Jealous. Nah. But I think you're just ashamed that you can't handle how much many I am...too much for you I guess." He added, winking at her before his eyes drifted down her body then back to her face with the brown eyes, long brown hair that fell down in glistening waves, soft skin with an attractive tone..."You're so into me, aren't you." He shot out, crossing his arms, a smug look on his face.

[Katherine Michelle]

Another cigarrete and i'm so bored
your words are making sense
and I was taken
and you were waiting
one more drink and I'm convinced

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With a flick of her head and a twist of her neck Katt’s brown silken waves spilled in to the air like a brown cloud only to be dragged back down to earth by gravity and splay unruly and wild around her shoulders and her face framing her brown and blue eyes making them seem equally as wild.

She’d been drying off her hands lost to the fluffy fibers of the white towel as she pulled it down her face to her neck to give Stevie the incredulous look he deserved. It was a flat stare that was betrayed by the upturn of her lips that was barely visible through the towel.

“My my not conceited at all are you?”

Her voice was chiding and as teasing as the water rolling down her body. The downside to him saying such a thing was that now she was more aware of herself, she was aware of his sweeping gaze down her wet body, the sudden bulging tightness between his legs and the pallor of his skin.

Katt had a moment of insight; usually she was never really aware of the fact that she was considered a hotty to most guys. She never really thought of herself that way, she wasn’t a vain person therefore she never really looked in the mirror or checked out peoples reactions to her. For lack of a better word Katt was ignorant to her effect on the male populace outside of her attempts to lure in a man.

A wicked grin spilled on to her full pale lips with the realization; the grin accompanied by a rather wicked look in her blue brown eyes. She took a step towards him and gave him the full force of those mischievous eyes, she let her eyes fill up with a hot promise her body moving towards his in a deliberate sway.

She pushed his legs open and pressed her body against his chest playfully as she reached behind him to drop the towel back where it belonged. Her lips brushed his ear and her sweet breath that smelled fiery with the cinnamon scent of her big red gum that lay against her pearl white teeth taking a rest from her relentless mechanic chewing brushed idly along his skin across his lips; a whisper of kiss.

“Oh, quite the contraire my dear. I think it is you that is totally in to me.”

Katt right now could careless about who was more man, because at the moment, she wasn’t the one with a huge boner trying to maintain a smooth look. She wasn’t the one picturing the other naked, probably, well actually if she thought hard enough about it and was truly curious she was sure that Stevie wouldn’t stand in her way of making him naked.

The thought made her chuckle and another wave of her intoxicating cinnamon breath washed over his nose and mouth threatening to strangle him in a sweet smelling fog. She could see his eyes getting cloudy, and knew he felt the potential for good hard rough sex between the two, though if they were going to fuck on the desk they’d either need to switch equipment or switch places, either way the sex in the back of her car was far from her mind, after all it was her baby. She pressed tighter against him her breasts finding a snug warmth against his chest and a small grin tugging at her lips once more.

“That better be your belt buckle pressing in to my stomach Stevie, cause if it isn’t me and my virgin mind have no idea how to help you with the other problem.”

She was teasing him now, baiting him and wondering if it was a good time to jerk the line and hook her catch. She watched him tense and wondered if he’d take her right now, she glanced around. Curfew was about to start for those who didn’t have night classes and the mechanic class was closed down after four and what’dya know it was after four. They had the place to themselves until eight when the night guard would come to lock up…four hours, they had time for anything.

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[Steven Mathias]

Intoxicated. Inebriated. Both meant the same and they both described how he felt. She was doing things to him that was making him feel things, things he only felt when he was having one of “those” kind of dreams and as…nice…as it was, the erection pushing against his jeans was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second and it was all because of her. The way her lips had brushed against his lips, a devious tease, the way her breast, her full breast pressed against his body, the smell of her gum as it pierced his nose in a good way…he’d never been this close to woman like her before, he’d never been so close to doing something he’s dreamed about before in his life and as thrilling…as temptingly appealing as it was, he was nervous. He assumed that’s how most virgins felt because if he didn’t have any drop of self control, he would literally be shivering. He raised his hands and placed then at her hips and in a quick move she was pressed against the counter and he was pressed against her, her legs clutched between his, his hands drifting further behind her back, pulling her closer to him.

He leaned into her without thinking. He went over to the side of her neck and kissed her right up to her jaw-line while his hands found their way under her shirt, reaching up to her back, his fingertips gently massaging her. He was so in the mood, and the hidden erection pressing against her was sure evidence of that. He returned her favour: he raised his head to look at her, his serious eyes looking right into hers, then he tilted his head and leaned toward her lips, but he halted just before any connection could be made…and he smiled. He slipped his hands from under her shirt and placed them on the counter, trapping her while pushing some of his weight off of her. He raised his right hand and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, a look of serenity on his face, then he grinned at her. “For you…let’s say that’s my buckle. Not sure you can handle big people terms.” He smirked. “And I can handle virgins, teach you a thing or two, but…you’re not all that.” He whispered before he pushed himself off of her completely, winking at her before he turned back her.

His eyes instantly fell on her car. Nice work she did with it. Impressive for someone you could only picture in designer clothes and heels. Trust me, if you saw her in a dress, you’d never picture she was one of the best students in this class, you’d never think to picture the garage as her second home. When she cleaned up, she looked amazing, drop dead amazing and, being a guy, he couldn’t deny that fact at all. “Got any more gum Katt? I’m feeling some big red.” He breathed out, happy enough that his erection had called it quits for the time being. But honestly, if she did that again, if she ever teased him like that, he was going to take her right then and there. “Answer me this…how come you interested in cars and stuff. Most girls I know wouldn’t be caught dead in this place, but given where I came from and the snobs I call family and friends that’s a given, but what’s your story?” He asked as he peeked into the back seat.

[Katherine Michelle]

And when the hurt comes there’s an argument,
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while


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Katt gasped softly her hands sliding down his shoulders as she felt him pin her to the work counter. She shivered, her body reacting naturally to the feel of him so hard and firm pressed against her. But then he was gone, almost as quickly as he’d started leaving her somewhat flustered and just a little bit agitated that she’d been rebuffed. But his next question left her mind reeling, so much so she covered her mouth and sunk to one knee, her free hand steadying her body. She swallowed noisily a few times and rubbed weakly at the sheen of sweat that had appeared on her forehead as a result of the momentary sickness.

With a sigh Katt got up and walked over to the car, she stared at it with glassy eyes and slid a trembling hand in to Stevie’s hand as if subconsciously searching for comfort.

“My father liked cars a lot I guess the gene just passed on to me…”

She stared at the corvette and the feeling if illness from before resurfaced. Bile rose in her throat as she thought of the conditions under which she’d received the vehicle. Her hand spasmed then tightened in Stevie’s before forcing a smile on to her full lips and popping her gum noisily. The pop managed to startle her and she laughed nervously as she fished the pack out of her back pocket and handed it to him. It was a big pack and there were grease stains on it as though she wasn’t the only one that had been at it.

Her hand reached out and traced the shiny red coat of paint, her fingers pressing lightly against the cool metal.

“He liked cars a lot…he taught me a lot of things about them.”

She seemed to be remembering something and it wasn’t entirely pleasant. Her eyes fluttered as she recalled one of the many times her father had given her mother the excuse of working on cars and had his way with her in the backseat of his blue mustang convertible. Gasping she jerked her hand away from the car, blood dripped from the chipped nail she’d gotten from pressing too hard, her eyes flashed to the car utterly ignoring her injury as she stared at the small scratch in the paint. Sighing she pulled her hand away from his and walked around the car towards the sink, she was distracted and she wasn’t liking the thoughts that were distracting her. She hesitated at the sink the blood dripping to the floor and melding in with the grease stains so that it seemed as if she’d never gotten hurt, that it was an illusion. Finally she washed her hands and treated her nail, and with the numbing medication and the rush of the water she allowed her memories to slide back in to the darkness as well.

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[Steven Mathias]

The car was of the chain impressive without a doubt. He couldn't find fault with it, and even if he did, what good would his word be given that he didn't know shit about cars. He took a step back just to get an overall glimpse of the place, but his attention switched over to Katt who was walking over to him after their little thing by the counter. He expected some soft slap to the face or another of her comments and such but he was surprised when she slid her hand into his, no hesitation, no awkward stare afterwards, she just held it as she went on about her father who must have passed on the love of cars to her. That was cool to think a father could teach his daughter what he knew about cars...his dad did shit with him. Dropped him to school, picked him up sometimes, took him to Tennis lessons and to his Cricket club on the weekend but that was about it for father-son time...memories. Fucking memories. Fuck him.

"Cool of your dad. To teach you this stuff I me- " He cut himself off to look down at their hands when hers did some sort of spasm, squeezing his a bit. He looked up at her and was sudden;y curious as to why she was smiling like that, then there was the gum. He raised an eyebrow at her...something was weird right now and he couldn't help the feeling to look over his shoulder. And to add to the list of weird, she was laughing now...maybe the grease was getting to her head, maybe she was sniffing a little too much canned paint or something. He was tempted to ask if something was wrong but he kept his trap shut and took the packet and he didn't even mind the grease stains. Listening to her continue about her father made him smile. It was cool to see someone with a close family and it was also envious for obvious reasons. "Well, if it's worth anything, I bet you're ten times better than your old man...I'm definitely sure you're hotter than him to." He went on, trying to lift the mood.

Unfortunately when he said must have gone unheard. She seemed like she was in her own little world and he was curious to know what was running about in that head of hers...then she gasped and his grip on her hand tightened, like a reflex but it wasn't strong enough to hold hers and it just slipped out when she pulled her hand away and headed for the skin, washing her hands off. He pushed his hands into his pockets and just watched as she took her time doing what she was going and watching as she spent too long a period of time over there and he was getting worried. He pulled a piece of gum out of the packet, left the rest if the pack on a counter as he approached. He popped the gum into his mouth and leaned beside the sink. He waited a bit then he spoke. "Something wrong Katt?"

[Katherine Michelle]

I try to make it through my life
In my way
There's you
I try to make it through these lies
That's all I do

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Katt startled from her absent gazing at her wounded finger and turned. Her blue brown eyes stared at Steven as if he’d just walked through a bad dream to appear before her, as if he hadn’t been here all this time. She chuckled again nervously but there was a desperation to the sound of her voice. Her skin was tingling with a new need that she’d only experienced once before; she ran her fingers over her pale arms before stepping over to Stevie. He wouldn’t deny her, she knew that much, he wasn’t as cold hearted to her as Tyler was. She spilled her body in against his and touched her trembling lips against his. A sound much like a sob and a moan escaped her lips as she pressed her mouth tighter against his in a tactless kiss.

Her tongue swept out across his lips, wetting them, making them more inviting to her. She felt them part in a surprised gasp and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, searching, guiding his tongue in to hers and deepening the kiss. She moved hungrily against his mouth saliva trickled down the corner of her mouth from the heat of the kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she used his hair like a hand turning them so she was pressed to the counter with him tight against her. Finally she drew back with a needy moan and let out a soft breath, she felt as if she would cry, or beg or do something else unnecessarily embarrassing. But she felt as if she needed to tell him what she wanted, had to ask or else he’d back up and not think about it.

“Please…”

Her voice was weak, tear threatened her eyes, she jerked her hips foreward grinding in to him, her arms snatched around his neck as much skin to skin contact as she could manage. She begged with her body, the soft thrusts of her hips against his bulging zipper, the firm strength in her fragile looking arms. She begged with her whimpering breaths in his ear, the electric shocks of pure lust through her skin on his.

“Don’t stop…”

She pulled back, her eyes were swirling with more blue than brown now, and she shivered her fingers twisting through his hair as she continued to lead him on for more. She slid her eyes down his body her hands following her gaze. She fumbled with his pants somewhat and slipped her hands in to his pants. She rolled her blue eyes up and wondered what he’d do, he was a man after all and a girl was jerking him off in a garage full of hot cars that no one would come to for at least another three hours. The possibilities were endless.

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[Steven Mathias]

Steven was completely caught off-guard. That was the only way he could explain it and if the situation turned sour that would be his excuse to whoever would barge him. He was seriously expecting it, waiting for it because in these kinds of surreal situation someone always walked in and caught two or more people doing something they shouldn’t be doing from the start…well…at least not in public anyway. He placed his hands on her shoulders when she stepped into him, slipping them further down her arms when she got dangerously close, so close he could see the perfect blue and brown in her eyes. He couldn’t…he wouldn’t push her away because he’s thought about this ever since that moment after he arrived. Her skin was so soft, so smooth and silky that he just wanted her to melt into his arms and stay there…then she leaned in, he stopped breathing, and their lips met. At first it was just a touch, a brush of the lips much like a re-introduction between old friends, they these old friends got friendlier when she kissed him harder and deeper, with more longing than the first.

Soon her tongue was slipping into his, forcing his into hers, his grip on her had tightened as he pulled her closer to her, more into him with his obvious erection pressed against her. Their movements were getting ravenous as she kissed him deeper and fiercer, running her hands though his hair, pulling at almost every strand he had to offer…not once had he felt this way, not once had he truly had the desire to have sex with someone just like that. He always thought he was the good boy who would have waited but these fucking urges were eating him alive. He wanted to do it now, he wanted to screw her till she screamed, till someone walked in, brining and end to it…whatever, he just wanted to so bad, and then she pulled away.

He hated this…this teasing was just horribly unbearable. Can you believe the slap in the face if he realized she was getting back at him for what he did to her before? No…this wasn’t like that. Something was up with Katt right now and she needed a release…and he was going to give it to her. All she had to do was say the word. He raised a hand from her arm and moved her hair from her face, rubbing the back of his fingers along her cheek before he placed his hands at her waist, pulling her closer, finally breathing again. He wet his lips and gulped as images of her and him, fucking in this very garage flashed into his mind and wow they were turning him on, he wanted this…he so much wanted this. His eyes looked from her breasts to her face when she spoke. It was barely audible, and he could see why. Just looking at her made him feel like one touch would make her fall to pieces, yet she was strong enough to pushed and wrap herself around him…yet she was strong enough to ask him not to stop when she was the one doing all the work, giving his boner all the loving attention it craved but he wanted more still.

Sometimes, they say be careful what you wish for…this wasn’t one of those times. He made no attempt to stop her when her hand went for his zipper. At first he was trying to look into her eyes and see if this was what she wanted, but then that went on empty he looked down and watched her make fast work of her obstacles. In seconds her hand was in his pants and his penis was twitching like crazy. He raised his gaze back to her face and at the same time, he provided some assistance, pushing her hand deeper. Her hand against the warm flesh of his hard erection sent a shiver up his smile and a mischievous grin graced his face. “I won’t stop…if you don’t.” He pressed on. He wanted this so fucking much.

[Tyler Russell]

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I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter

His hand shot up, gripping the shoulders of the son of a bitch. Yanking hard, he made the guy turn towards him as his hands balled into a fist and connecting with the his jaw. Steven's jaw. "I knew it, you son of a bitch!" He gritted under his teeth, pleased to see that he had caused a gash on the bastards lip. The blood spilling from his teeth seemed to fuel his anger more, like a bull seeing red, he charged in. His anger bristling to such heights he had never experienced before. Even he was surprised at the concentration of anger boiling inside him. It wasn't unlike any other, anger doesn't seem to be the right word…it was wrath. He trusted this dickhead. For the small span of time he knew Steven…he actually lowered his guard down…thinking that he actually found a friend. For the longest time…he shied away from companionship brought about by what "normal" people called friends. Actually, the more appropriate term would be, shunned. He directly avoided the attention because he knew that getting involved with others will only cause you pain and suffering in the end. This fucks thought that being his friend gave them the right to meddle with his affairs. The reason why he considered Steven one. Because the guy didn't care what he did. He trusted…and look at where it led him.

And Katt…he actually allowed the conniving, manipulative bitch to get under his skin. He was right, the lady would fuck anything wearing pants. She's a whore. A cold and heartless bitch who only wanted to screw around with all the guys who showed even the slightest interest. And stupid him fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Well, it just proved that he was like any other guy who thought with his dick rather than his head. And he thought he knew better than to fall for a tramp. He should've listened to his earlier instincts, he should've just screwed her and left her after it was over. His standard operating procedure when it came to women. Something he's never done before, and obviously it was for the better. If he just did the usual then he wouldn't feel this pain right now…he wouldn't be hurt. Hurt? Damn! Damn it all to hell!

He hadn't felt like this before…well, except for that one time when his mother had died in front of his eyes. Oh, and not to mention that he was completely useless and couldn't do anything to heal her. But that was different, that was his mom. The woman who nurtured him in her womb, the one who gave birth to him and nursed him until he was able to take care of himself. Whereas Katt was just a strumpet who needed sex to live. If that was the case? Then why did this hurt…so much? How could she affect him like this? The pain, he almost felt like dying, tearing at him from the insides. Damn it if he knew the answers. Ever since she came into his life, he started to question many things in his life that he never did before. And now her betrayal…what betrayala? Were they even a couple? No, he just gave her the most pleasurable experience of her life…without even completely being one with her. It wasn't enough for them to be called an "item", no as it would take a more concrete sign than that. It was just sex, nothing more.

But all reason evidently wasn't appealing to his mind right now. All he wanted to do was break the bones of Steven and actually kill him. For whatever reason, he didn't know. Or he was just trying to cover it up. They were supposed to be…partners, fuck buddies as she'd put it. Though he hadn't actually done that to her, but he expected at least some sort of fidelity on her part. Call him crazy, but his possessive that way. What's his is his only. If others had a problem with it and tried to take what's his…then they'd have to go through him. Literally.

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tagged;; katt/steven
status;; complete!
notes;; lameness -_-
music;; none -_-
word count;; 847

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[Steven Mathias]

...they were moving so quickly. And he was getting a read hard, really stiff one and she was making him feel so...lets just stay ecstasy was mild compared to this feeling. Sure he had relieved his sexual tension a time or two a week, but this was nice, better, different and he liked it and he didn't want it to stop for anything, but that decision was ripped from his grasp when he was yanked from his sandwiched position between Katt and the counter. He turned his head to look at this fool but a jaw to the face made him see the light, literally. There was this searing pain along the side of his face, a splitting headache and his eyes rolling back in his head as he drifted back. The only thing that prevented him from falling down was the grip this dude had on him. He blinked a few times, then his fuzzy world flew back into focus, as did the fact that he was assaulted by some...by Ty. Tyler? "What the hell?" He barked out as he pulled himself free from his room mate's grip.

He stagger back till he hit the wall, hand flying up to his jaw which was throbbing with pain...and then there was that bit of fluid that was gathering between his lower lip and his bottom row of teeth. He raised his other hand to his lips then brought his bloodied fingers to view. "Fuck..." He hissed, looking at Ty incredulously. He knew they weren't like the 'best' of friends but shit...what the hell was he playing at? And if this was all because of something that related to his room... He didn't even want to go there. He brushed passed Katt and went over to the sink, turning the tap on while he spat some blood into the sink, watching it go down the drain. His precious blood, drawn by some psychotic prick with anger issues. He cupped a hand under the running water and sucked some into his mouth, rinsing a bit before e spat out some diluted water. Bracing himself against the sink, his head lowered, watching as the sink did a self clean-up job, he did nothing to stop is intensifying infuriation toward Tyler and you could tell how pissed off he was.

First there was that slight 'tink' of metal against their surfaces and against each other then it stopped, that's when they began to defy gravity and rise into the air along with most things...chairs...the running water...some busted up engine...some bottles of coolant and other motor products and a few other miscellaneous items. "Fuck you Ty." Steven said before spitting out some more blood which didn't even get the chance to hit the sink about floated up in one disgusting ball of saliva and blood. He turned to his room mate. He had the sudden desire to push him to the floor and kick him in the face, in his gut, as close to his spine as he could manage and when it was over, literally just walk over him...but he had something better. His gaze shot over to a metal pipe which was revolving weightlessly a few feet from him. He held his hand out, caught it and like a dagger, threw it right at Ty. Honestly, he expected it to just hit him in the shoulder or head, cause some pain and stuff and let that be it but he underestimated how pissed off he was and how much strength and how little control he was putting into it and the pipe started to drift lower...then he watched it plunge itself into Ty's stomach.

His eyes flared and everything that was suspended in the air just dropped back down; feeling a bit of spray from the water that had splashed into the sink. He didn't register much noise from the crashing objects...it was horribly silent in the garage...all there was was him, Katt, the sound of running water and Ty... "Oh God..." He breathed. What the fuck did he do? What the...he had to...he had to get out of there. "Oh God Ty." He said as he braced himself against the wall again, watching in pure horror as his body shook uncontrollably. This was the first time he's ever felt like this, probably because he did something unforgivable...but it was Ty, who should he give a shit about him after he was just attacked by him? Still...unlike most people, Ty left him alone, and in a way befriended him. God Ty! Why couldn't you be rational and shit. Fuck!

[Katherine Michelle]

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
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Katt had frozen when Tyler entered the room. She’d felt him immediately like a tug against her heart and turned a fraction of a second to late. Steven was no longer in front of her; he was gone and battered by Tyler’s fist. She stood stock still and something clicked in her head; what was she doing? She was frustrated and confused which lead to her wanting to take it out on Steven, she hadn’t thought so far ahead through the cloud of pain at being rejected by Tyler to what would happen if Tyler found out about her little fling with Steven.

She backed away from the counter and sink as the blood splattered in to the sink. She hated blood; her eyes watched as Steven got up from the sink and for the life of her she tried to find the words to make this fight stop, it was her fault. She couldn’t speak, the words died and their decaying syllables gummed up her throat and stopped her from doing what needed to be done to stop the inevitable.

Everything slowed down for Katt and Steven’s words fell on deaf ears. She closed her eyes as familiar items whooshed past her head swirling around them all, her hair spilled in to her face as she slipped to her knees and covered her ears.

’Look Katt…look at what you’ve done.’

Blue eyes spilled open and everything became crystalline she stared at the pipe as if through a tunnel as it slid past her. She felt as if she had all the time in the world to grab the pipe and stop it but in reality she only had seconds. Her hand rose as if to do just that but it froze.

’Don’t interfere’

She gasped and started hyperventilating, she’d only ever heard her Father’s voice in times of extreme duress and this was one of those times. She stared and just as it struck the crystal in her vision shattered and she screamed. She got up and ran over to Tyler, what on earth was she thinking!? With this much reaction how could she possibly think that anyone else could be suitable for her? She hesitated staring at the blood; her eyes paled brown flecks working their way in to her strange blue eyes. She reached a hand out and touched the pipe in his stomach.

”W-We have to g-get you to Reid. Y-You’ll die…”

Her voice trembled as she touched a fragile hand to his shoulder her eyes never leaving the pipe jutting out of his body. She felt cold and the tears burning in the back of her eyes threatened to obscure her vision further.

”I’m s-sorry…I d-don’t know what I was doing Ty-Tyler…but I…I love you so…so don’t die. Ok?”

Katt never said she loved anyone because she was incapable of true love. Or so she thought, but this pain in her heart said different. She had to have this man by her side for the rest of her life or she’d go crazy. Tyler was the exception to her ‘no one man’ rule, he was hers as much as she was his and that was evident by the soul shattering pain in his eyes. She hadn’t been planning to go all the way with Steven, but she had to know that she wasn’t unattractive, that there had to be some reason for Tyler’s rejection. Her confidence just wasn’t that good.

Her tiny pale hand was soaked in blood as she pressed it to his stomach; she knew enough from her first aid class to know that pressure would slow the blood. So much…it was too much blood. She finally ripped her eyes from the wound and stared in to Tyler’s face tears rolling down her cheeks.

”Don’t die…”

He could hate her forever and that would be fine. As long as he lived she could force herself to go on in this world. It would be enough if he would just live; after this she wouldn’t expect anything from him but he had to live. If not for her then just for existence sake.

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[Tyler Russell]

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I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter

He knew how to dodge incoming projectile attacks, but he wasn't fast enough like speedsters who could dodge bullets add the fact that Steven had more of a push to it. That would explain the pipe going through him, impaling him square in the gut. The force of the blow knocked him off his feet sending him through a wall. He felt his whole body collide with it, smashing as his body connected to the wall. If it were another person experiencing this and he was a mere spectator, he would've wondered why the wall didn't crumble. But that wasn't possible especially when he felt his head make contact with the stone wall and hear a sickening crunch on his neck. And then there was darkness.

It seemed like an eternity, he felt like floating, trapped within a bubble. Somewhere dark where he couldn't see, smell or touch anything.

”W-We have to g-get you to Reid. Y-You’ll die…”

"Who say's anything about dying"

”I’m s-sorry…I d-don’t know what I was doing Ty-Tyler…but I…I love you so…so don’t die. Ok?”

"…"

”Don’t die…”

"I won't…"

A few seconds of bliss before reality came crushing upon him making him gasp for air. His eyes popping open, his irises, red as blood fluttered towards the ceiling. He was disoriented and soon afterwards he felt a stabbing pain just below his midriff. His eyes turned to the girl hovering on his side, his eyes meeting hers. "Katt?" His baritone voice coming out as labored breathing. Confusion alit his eyes as blood drained out of his irises returning to their previous luster, a contrast of sapphire and emeralds. "What hap-" He intended to ask what happened, why were they here and what was the commotion. But it didn't get out of his mouth as it all became clear. His eyes turned an almost steel blue as he looked at Katt before his hand reached up to cup his head. He jerked it a little, sure this time that when he reconnected his neck, that the sound could be heard in close proximity.

”W-We have to g-get you to Reid. Y-You’ll die…”

So it wasn't just a dream, she did say those things. Looking down at the pipe which was imbedded in his stomach, half of it sticking to his back, he had the guile to chuckle. His hand reached down and gripped the pipe. Inhaling and gritting his teeth before in one swift move, pulled it out. The action brought more blood to spill like fountains from where the pipe left a hole. Despite his actions, he was still unable to prevent himself from muttering a litany of curses. "I guess you've never heard…" He said in a gruff yet low tone, as if what he was about to reveal was something he should be ashamed off. "I don't die…" He said with labored breathing, not knowing whether to be thankful that they didn't know about his uncanny ability to heal himself. "Fuck YOU Steven." He retorted back, wincing as he did and tried to stand up. His first attempt was a disappointment as he staggered with his back to the wall. The wound on his stomach slowly closed up, the skin growing rapidly and patching up the hole that was once present. It closed up leaving only blood stains and a hole in his ruined shirt.

”I’m s-sorry…I d-don’t know what I was doing Ty-Tyler…but I…I love you so…so don’t die. Ok?”

An ironic smile came out of his lips. How could he top that? She just declared her feelings to him…after he caught her about to have sex with another man. Still one look at her eyes prevented him from storming out of the garage. He shot a murderous glance at Steven's way, one that basically said that they weren't over yet. Then his eyes went back to Katt. He found himself pulling her to him, his eyes intently looking at hers. "What did you say" He spoke gently after a long pause. It was all he could do not to explode on her and ruin everything. "You know, I'm never going to make this easy for you…" His eyes narrowed, challenging her to give up now. It was hard to gain his trust…and in this case Katt just screwed it up big time. But he was willing to actually listen to her…and don't dare ask him why. Not now of all times, he was still in the mood for murder. He was waiting for her to say it again, tell him that she loved him. It was a means for her to humble herself to him. Some people had problems with that and for him it was also a problem. That was why it became his instrument in dealing with other people. Pride was one of the hardest to beat, and he had a colossal ego.

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tagged;; katt/steven
status;; complete!
notes;; more lameness -_- I'm sleepy so shoot me XD
music;; none -_-
word count;; 1047

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[Steven Mathias]

His eyes narrowed then widened as Tyler freed himself of that the pipe that protruded from his gut, and...shit, he healed himself. So that's what this son-of-a-bitch was good for...he was practically invincible, practically. Watching as he....damn, that was nasty, but it was also good in a sense, Tyler was alive, and technically, he wasn't a killer anymore and he could live with that. He could...no he couldn't. He killed his roommate, picture what every other moment in the dorm would be like...maybe Tyler would try to suffocate him in his sleep...stab him repeatedly, or maybe he'd be like they first met, silent and ignorant of the other life form in the room, staring at him. Steven couldn't have picked his actions better.

Why did he have to screw every shit up? He was born a freak so his parents hated him...he spent so much time studying what he was that he didn't have significant evidence to say the people he hung with were his friends, and you could rule out girlfriend right there...he got a roommate, the first person he met here...they became cool friends and he fucked that up good. But honestly...he had no idea how Katt felt about Tyler and vice versa...it's not like they tell him shit. "Tyler I'm sorry, alright...I...I didn't mean to do that. You pissed me off, you hit me dude. But I shouldn't have...retaliated like that. What...what if you never got back up and-" He had to cut himself off. What if Tyler never really did get back up, and heal himself..what then? What would the Doc do to him...better yet, where would he run to when he hopped the gate.

"I honestly didn't know about you and Katt." He went on, feeling how futile his words were but still he went on speaking. He had to say something but Ty was most likely not listening, he was to wrapped up in Katt and what she had said...yeah he heard it. So...what the hell was she doing just now, using him? A bit of release away from Tyler...was she testing how she felt about him by seeing how far she'd go with him before she realized that this was all so fucking wrong? "She didn't tell me that you two were and thing, and you never did so I never assumed...Ty I'm sorry. Nothing happened, I swear, it was just...dude, nothing happened."

What was the honest point in trying to reason...he knew it was futile from the moment he started talking and he felt that way even more now that he said what he had to say...which wasn't much...which wasn't enough. He just used his powers to kill Tyler because of some shitty misunderstanding. Ty'd never look at him again, and forget Katt, she should have said she had a thing for his roommate, Steven wouldn't have gone that far knowing that she and Ty were something...never. He didn't do stuff like that. Steven always saw himself as a good friend to those he befriended but it seemed he made a bit of a poor choice...and that's what Ty was probably saying about him. Just one vicious circle.

He pressed his back firmly against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and lowered his gaze to the floor, his eyes looking at a screw driver that had rolled off the counter. Never had something so simple look so appealing. Maybe he should offer it to Ty and tell him to take his best shot till he felt better...that'd make him feel a bit better, he'd be bleeding to death but he'd feel better, because right now he felt low...he felt like shit. "Ty..." He spoke again, his voice shaky a bit. "Ty...I'm sorry. I didn't want this...this wasn't done purposely, I didn't know."