Winding Down (Aimee) [R]

[Tristan Alexander]

Tristan fidgeted anxiously as he stared at the clock. Last class of the day. Less than 30 seconds left before that bell rang. But each second was torture for the young speedster--each second seemed to last a year. His headphones hung around his neck, his zune silenced for the moment since he was supposed to be listening to the lecture on Macbeth, but his mind was never in English class especially this close to the end of the day. He found himself wondering why he hadn't just skipped as he usually did, but remembered that too many absences meant he'd be repeating the class, and there was no need for that.

He'd been rather lazy with his choice of attire earlier that morning, seeing as how it really didn't matter to him. He was getting lazier on school days, and a lot more apathetic when it came to more than just his clothes. His red t-shirt had skulls and stars plastered all over the front, the short sleeves leaving his tattoo exposed. His black jeans were nearly form-fitting but still somewhat loose on his body, with white converse on his feet to top it all off. He didn't like wearing converse too often, he burned through those the quickest, but it seemed like nearly any sneaker these days was susceptible to his power.

The clock ticked away the seconds, marking 15 seconds until the end of the school day. Tristan sighed in irritation, his elbow seated atop his desk, head in his palm. He was especially eager for this school day to end merely because he'd finally figured out the schedule for the school band practice among the other music classes, and now knew when the classroom would be empty. He was going to sneak in there, hopefully without getting caught, and finally be completely alone and just have some time to himself and his music. He could always practice in his dorm, but he could never get lost in his music there the same way he could if he knew he was alone and had all the time in the world. And generally he felt he was enough of a bother to his roommate as it was; no need to add more obnoxious drumming at all hours to his list. Say, if he could get the hang of lock-picking he could even sneak into the music room at night and come practice... Best of all, he knew today was one of his scheduled days off from work, so he planned on practicing the afternoon away to his content. It'd been quite a while since he'd practiced the drums, and music was always a better alternative to all the partying and drinking he'd been doing lately. A lot cheaper too.

The sound of the bell ringing jolted Tristan from his daydreaming and before it ceased, he was out of his seat and out the door. He was down the halls in a flash and in the music corridor, a huge gust of wind trailing behind him as he went before he eventually screeched to a halt in front of one of the music classrooms...but not without bumping into and tumbling over a few freshmen. He didn't bother waiting until the corridor was empty, he merely blurred into the classroom, shutting the door behind him and hoping he'd been so fast that no one had really noticed.

And there it was. It was the most beautiful drum kit he'd ever seen, and he had no idea how Sententia had managed to get their hands on it, but he was going to break it in.

Tristan dumped his book bag on the ground as he slowly made his way toward the drum kit, but not before grabbing his sticks from within his bag. He sat down on the small stool behind the drum set and grinned to himself. He technically didn't have permission to be in here, but what did he care? There was no band practice today, no after school music lessons so he'd have the room all to himself...he wasn't doing anything wrong ...as long as no one was around.

He gave the drum kit a few light taps, testing the snare out, giving the cymbals a whirl before he really dove into it. He started with a couple of cover songs System of a Down style, including Toxicity and Chop Suey. He got so into Chop Suey that he didn't notice his playing was becoming increasingly louder; loud enough to hear from the halls. That wasn't to say he wasn't good--he was doing the song justice of course--he just probably should have been quieter if he didn't want someone to come and investigate.

Everything from the outside world was now drowned out, he was completely lost in his music as he slipped into one of his own songs. That was probably why he didn't notice the sound of the door opening to the classroom. He twirled the drumsticks around his fingers as he came to a rest in his song, then brought them crashing down as the song continued, completely unaware that someone else was in the room.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Click, click, click, click, click, click. That was all Aimee heard as she sat in her keyboarding class and tried to type the words listed in the book next to her. She was in a daze today, it was just one of those days. Aimee lately had been hearing about how everyone was talking to their parents and going home to see them or how they hated their parents and would just stay at Sententia for the weekend or on the break, but Aimee was torn. She so wanted to just run home and hug her mother while she softly told her everything was going to be okay or just hear her dad say that's my girl, tough as nails. like how he use to or something along those lines. Oh well, life isn't fair. At least she still had some contact with her brother who was at a normal college, living a normal life, dating normal people, hanging out with normal people, and doing normal stuff.


I'm going to go emo or something if I keep this up!Aimee thought to herself as she pressed her index fingers to her temples. The slow motion of rubbing tiny circles into the sides of her head kept her mind off of the fact that her family life was forever screwed up because of her for only a few minutes until the teacher came over to the row of computers and told everyone to log off. The clicking once again commenced as people logged off the computers and people starting scooting chairs out from under the desks to go stand and talk to their friends. Aimee just stood up and left the room, it wasn't like the teacher noticed or anything. Besides, all the other students probably were either in the I just plain hate my parents boat or I have the most supportive folks on the planet and I'm happy that I can still go to my house and not feel like I don't belong. Again, life just isn't fair.


Aimee walked down the hallway at a steady pace trying to step in the linoleum blocks laid out on the floor, but she was walking too fast and she kept stepping in the cracks. As she stepped again on another crack and Aimee angrily stared down at her blue vans and looked back up to see that she was down the english hallway. The music corridor was near and Aimee felt heard the hum of a drum set being played. She recognized the song from somewhere, but she barely could make out the song as it was a few hallways down and Aimee had bad hearing in general. Probably from all those concerts she went to where the music was absolutely blaring and she could barely hear afterwards. She would always sneak out and go to those and when she got home her mother would be waiting for her in her room. She just wanted to make sure she came home with all her limbs and wasnt' drunk, high, or raped, but for some reason was never mad that she had snuck out to the concert at midnight and come home at like five or something. As she continued thinking about the past a slight smile graced her face as the memories passed through her mind, but as they faded into the background the frown etched it's way back into place.



Making her way down the hallway Aimee unconsciously followed the music that she knew, but couldn't put a name to. Her feet flapped down on the hard tile and her over the shoulder brown flower bag hung loosely around her shoulders. The smell of bleach hung in the air as she passed a janitor mopping the floors the little cart holding the cleaning agent next to him and filled with a brownish black water that reaked to high heavens. Aimee of course didn't notice, she was too busy following the music and trying hard not to let her emotions suck her down into a black whole of absolute nothingness and depression. As she slowly came to the big music room doors that were plastered with posters of music competitions or audition dates she pushed on it listlessly and the doors creaked open to the loud pounding of a stick against the hard plastic of the drum. The song slowly came to an end as Aimee blankly stared at the young man that played it wildly, passionately. Tristan, he was always surprising her. "So your a musician? Wow, never would have guessed." Aimee said smiling slightly as she walked up to him sitting at the drum set. She gave him one of those half smiles and said the words in a kind of surprised and sarcastic tone, but her eyes still held that listless, dead gaze that her mind was still semi-stuck in. Maybe Tristan would help out with this whole rut of mine? Aimee thought devilishly and laughing inwardly as she stared into Tristans gorgeous eyes.

[Tristan Alexander]

Tristan continued hammering away at the song, his head thrashing about wildly as he really got into it. He pounded out the last few beats before the tempo change, his foot adjusting as it thrummed against the pedal. The drumsticks came crashing down every so often as the song winded down, but inevitably it ended. His mind whirred, as it searched through the sort of music library in his head for a new song to play. He didn't really like to stop once he got started, he just like to keep plowing through one song right after another. He would have continued too, if it hadn't been for the voice that disrupted his thoughts and brought him crashing down to earth, back from whatever realm of existence he was on when he was in full music mode.

He jumped, startled as he heard someone's voice in the room, completely unaware that he wasn't alone anymore until then. His eyes darted about the room before they landed on Aimee and he relaxed a little, letting out a small sigh of relief. He wasn't afraid of being caught or getting in trouble, it was just a lot less irritating or stressful if he wasn't.

He smirked slightly, fully relaxed now that he knew it was just her, gripping his drumsticks in one hand as he rested his hands on his thighs. "If there's one thing you should probably learn, it's that sneaking up on a speedster is not the best idea. We could be here one moment, gone the next," he said, playfully teasing her. He watched as she walked up toward him and the drum set, arching an eyebrow at what she'd said, now that he'd processed it. "What, you just thought I liked drowning people out and making my eardrums bleed or something to that effect?" he said, referring to the fact that he was almost never without his zune, and always had his headphones over his ears or around his neck, depending on where he was. He shrugged his shoulders, "Music gets me by," he said, both in reference to his listening to it as well as his playing it.

He straightened, still sitting on the stool. His music was temporarily forgotten for the moment, as his attention shifted to focus on Aimee. He didn't know how to feel about the disruption; he'd been looking forward to this for weeks, but...there would always be time to practice later, he supposed, now that he had the music room schedule figured out. "So long time no see, beautiful...been hiding from me?" Just like that, he was falling right back into his normal patterns of behavior, the flirt in him coming out.

He didn't honestly know if he meant anything by his flirting; he was like that with a lot of girls, but it was never wasted. He gave Aimee a sort of lopsided smile. "And what brings you all the way out here to the music area..?" he asked, purely out of curiosity.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee watched as Tristans head snapped into place and his eyes focused on everywhere in the room at once. His eyes landed on her at last and his whole body relaxed. It was almost like watching a wave crashing, it gets all big and tensed up into perfection as to wait for something big to happen, ominious somehow. Then it just crashes as if in relief. Aimee wanted to crash into relief, but that probably wasn't going to happen for a while or until she found a big enough distraction. Tristan would most likely do and if not then she could just always do what she normally did, blew something up, safely of course. Aimee liked being able to just release all of her power during these times, but lately since she's been constantly using her powers in classes and stuff to control it she's just been bored with it.


Coming back to reality, Aimee watched as Tristan switched his sticks over to one hand and put his other on his thigh. She asked her if her just liked making his ears bleed or something like that and that music just gets him by. That was how she felt about it too, but she had left her iPod in her dorm by accident. He had his zune with him of course and the headphones were stuck around his neck. "Yeah, you do always have that thing with you." Aimee said smiling as she pointed to the headphones. "It is a pretty good way to just let things out and release." Aimee said in an almost monotone, but tried to give some life to it. She didn't want to sound like a complete downer, but Aimee never was really good with hiding emotions.



As Aimee stood closer to Tristan he stood up straighter on the stool behind the drum set. He stared up at her and asked her where she had been, was she hiding from him? She laughed at this and smiled down at Tristan as he gave her one of those oh so cute lopsided smiles. "Well, I guess I've just been busy." Aimee said winking at Tristan and trying out her sexy smile on him. She hadn't used it lately and it felt good to just flirt or pretend like nothing was wrong for a little bit. Aimee walked over to the stool Tristan was sitting on and sat on the edge that was barely exposed causing her to sit very close to him. He asked what brought her to the music room and Aimee smiled to herself. "Well, I just followed the music." Aimee said again almost just to herself.

[Tristan Alexander]

As Aimee mentioned releasing things, Tristan arched an eyebrow. He’d caught the lifeless tone to her voice and began wondering what was up with her. But he’d never been the type to bring things up, if other people didn’t bring them up first. He knew how it went—when he didn’t want to talk about something, he didn’t want to talk, so he let it slide for others in that same sense.

Well, if he wasn’t going to ask her what was bringing her down, he could certainly try to at least cheer her up. He didn’t move from his seat as she came closer, licking his lips as his mind began thinking up ways to cheer her up. As she sat down beside him on the stool, he moved his arm and slipped it around her waist, pulling her toward him. If she gave no resistance, he’d pull her onto his lap, since there really wasn’t much room for her to sit on the edge of the stool. "Well, I just followed the music.”

”Ah, damn, I hoped I wasn’t being that loud.” he said, finally responding to her aloud. He transferred the drum sticks into the hand that was resting against her stomach and then held them out to her. ”Well, it certainly looks like you could use some kind of release. Why don’t you give it a try?”

He gave her a smile, nothing hidden behind his eyes as he waited for her to accept his offer. If she did, he’d let her take a few hits on the drums, keeping one arm still around her waist, if she didn’t take the drum sticks from him however, he’d try again. “Come on, you know you want to try.”

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee saw Tristans eyebrow raise and realized he probably caught things more often then others. Or maybe he was just catching it cause she was the only one in the room and he didn't seem to be distracted by his thoughts much or anything. Thank god he's not an empath. Aimee thought silently as she felt Tristans hand slip around her waist. She wasn't really trying to be depressing and she didn't want to be. She did also want to be cheered up, but she just hated talking about her problems so she figured he new she wasn't having the best of days, it at least seemed like he did.


His hand put a slight pressure on her side that pulled her over closer to him. There really wasn't much room for her as it was and she could see in his face that he probably wouldn't mind. So, she slowly stood up slightly and gently sat down in his lap while turning her head around to get a good look at him. "You don't mind do you?" Aimee said directing this towards thier postion. "And you were being a little loud, but all the teachers had left by now so I don't think we'll be disturbed or anything." Aimee said giggling lightly and playfully winking at Tristan. She was starting to feel herself again, this cheering up was really starting to work out.


As Aimee watched Tristan switch the sticks over to his other hand and held them out to her Aimee listened as he told her that she looked as if she needed a release and should give it a try. Aimee thought for a few minutes and finally smiled. She had been in band for a few years and so she did now something or other about music, and did kind of know how to use the drums, but never really played around with them. "Well...I would love to, but I'm not very good. Maybe you could show me?" Aimee asked giving him an oh so innocent look that had that whole I don't know what I'm doing, please help me tone to it.

[Tristan Alexander]

Tristan was damaged enough on the inside to be able to read into the negative thoughts and emotions of others merely because that was what he could vibe with at this point in his life. He was really intuitive when people were feeling bad, but often didn't bring up the point unless they were a really close friend. What was the point in doing so really? So he treated the situation like he did everything else: avoid it and hope it goes away.

Tristan grinned, a sincere type of smile, yet larger as she asked if he minded that she sat on his lap. "Not at all, babe." Though he may have had his issues, the irony was he was very comfortable with people when it came to simple things like that. He glanced at the door as she mentioned the teachers would be gone right now and nodded. She was probably right. "Great," he said with a relieved smile.

He waited patiently as she thought about playing the drums, every now and then poking her with the drumsticks in her side lightly, trying to tease her into wanting to play.

When she finally agreed he said, "Alright!" he nodded his head as she requested an explanation of how things work, "Of course, of course." He turned toward the drums and handed her the sticks as he began to delve into his explanation so he could have both hands free. The hand around her waist stayed where it was, pressing gently into her side to keep her close to him, unconsciously stroking her stomach now and then, while his other hand pointed toward each drum he was explaining. He wasn't really sure how much she knew about drums, since there wasn't very much he knew about her he supposed, so he just explained everything just to be safe.

"See, this one is the snare, that's where you're gonna keep the beat that's kinda like your melody I guess. These two," he pointed to the two on top directly in front of them, ""Are your tom-toms. That one there is the floor tom, and all the way at the bottom here, with the foot pedal is your bass drum. That one you'll use a lot to keep the beat of the song, it's really more of an undercurrent though so it's your harmony in a way."

He thought he was piling too much on at once, so he left it at that, pointing vaguely to the cymbals but not really delving into them too much. "So let me see you start something on the snare," he said with a smile, his eyes locked onto hers in a sideways gaze. He was leaving it up to her to try things out for herself, but would help out and jump in when necessary. He found that this would probably be the most soothing thing for her at first, to get her in a more relaxed state, because he could tell she was not all there as she was right now. His hand kept tracing circles at her stomach in a slow, soothing way.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee smiled at Tristan as he said that it was fine that she was sitting on his lap. She could feel his hand laying lightly on her stomach and loved how comforting it felt at the moment. There was a nice warmth resonating off of the hand almost and it lighted a small flicker of a flame in her. She really was getting used to Tristan and she hadn't known him for long, all she did know about him was that he loved parties and knew Allison. Aimee liked Allison for the most part, but sometimes didn't feel like she fit in with her completely. Aimee did like Tristan cause he just always made her feel happy when she was around him. As he then said great about how the teachers wouldn't be showing up or anything Aimee's devious plan got all the better. It would be easy to do something here and get away with it. It would be pretty easy to get something started, but Aimee didn't know if Tristan would go all the way through with it. She had never gone that far with him before.



Tristans hand was now slowly stroking her stomach and it felt very nice at the moment, she didn't want him to stop. While he did this Aimee listened to him explain explain each part of the drum and was fairly intrigued by the information, but wasn't really. She was still in a bit of a haze and the whole thing on drums wasn't really clicking in her brain at the moment. She normally did get interested by things dealing with music, it was a passion of hers too, but she wasn't as into it as she normally was or could have been. Aimee heard everything that was said and just looked around the drum set wondering where to start or what to do really. Tristan then pointed to a drum which he called the snare and told her to start a beat on there. Aimee instantly looked at it and tapped it with a drum stick once.


The sound resonated throughout the room and she listened as she put her foot on the bass drum and hit it too. The room once again resonated with the low boom of the bass drum. Aimee turned back to the snare drum and put her foot on the pedal she thought of a beat and slowly played it steadily. Boom, boom, chack, ba-boom ba-boom chack chack, boom boom chack ba-boom ba-boom chack. The beat steadily passed through the instrument and resonated against the rooms wall. After about a minute of playing Aimee got bored with the same old tune and then soon stopped altogether. Aimee turned around and looked over her shoulder sexy like and smiled at Tristan. "Maybe you could show me some of your moves?" Aimee said pushing the drum sticks into his hand that layed on his thigh. Aimee just wished he could play drums and rub her stomach while doing it. "Or maybe we could do something different?" Aimee said softly, almost like a low purr, while she leaned into him and got face closer to his.

[Tristan Alexander]

Both of Tristan's eyebrows rose as Aimee began playing a beat. He was amazed that she could sound so well. Was this really her first time playing? Normally people couldn't even keep a beat the first time played. He grinned, "Are your sure this is your first time playing? That's awesome!" He had briefly stopped massaging her stomach, for a moment distracted by the fact that she had played so well. Less than a moment later, he continued making circles however.

He reached for the drumstick, offering to take it from her hands as she asked him to play something for her. "Sure," he said with a smile. This was really what he'd come here for, his love of music. When it came to talking about the one thing he was really passionate about, nothing else was on his mind. That was, until she offered to do something else.

Instantly, Tristan's eyes flickered toward Aimee's. He had caught the tone in her voice, and it made him forget the drums momentarily. The look in his eyes changed, the smile had vanished from his face...it was as though a switched had been flicked in his brain. As she leaned in closer, he blinked, his eyes falling to her lips before they lifted and returned to her eyes, holding his gaze steady. It had been a quick movement, but it showed that he wanted the same...if he wasn't reading her signals incorrectly. One corner of his mouth turned upward in the tiniest movement as he said softly, "And what do you suggest...?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer however. He leaned in toward her, closing the distance between them slowly, cautiously to make sure he wasn't reading her wrong. If she didn't move away, he would brush his lips against hers, his eyes falling shut for that moment. As they reopened, he searched for an answer in her eyes to the question in his own, was that what she wanted? Did she want him to continue? He tried to move a bit slower with girls he didn't know very well, but it didn't matter whether or not he knew them when it came down to things like this. That was probably how he'd ended up here in the first place--his reputation always preceded him when it came to girls.

The arm around her waist tightened slightly as he pulled her closer, the dark look in his eyes fixated on hers before he leaned in again and kissed her properly, lips falling on hers as he inhaled slowly from his nose.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he slowly listened to her play. As she finished he asked if she had ever played before and that she had done great. Aimee noticed that Tristan had also stopped massaging her stomach, but as she stopped he commensed doing it again. "Nope never done anything like it before, but I've been in band forever and I just kind of pick up things." Aimee said as she had leaned into him. Aimee could feel his hot breath close to her mouth and could see the change in his eyes when she asked if he wanted to do something different now. He seemed almost to change into a different person. Tristan pulled Aimee closer to him and she didn't resist loving the feeling of his hand on her. Tristan then asked what she suggested they do and a list of things instantly flashed in Aimee's mind, but she didn't get to answer or think about any of them.


Aimee never really had thought about how she was using Tristan, but he didn't seem to mind too much and she wasn't really using him for a horrible reason. At least this is what she kept telling herself in her head, but she hoped Tristan wouldn't find our or if he did he wouldn't be mad. Aimee couldn't really think about this at the moment though because Tristan had leaned his face in and it slowly closed in with hers. As he got closer Aimee's eyes shut ever so more, in perfect sync. Her breath came a little faster and she could feel his breath on her lips and it became more and more intense the closer he got. Just as Aimee thought she was about to burst his lips carefully brushed across hers and Aimee's lips stayed where they were as they felt the contact of his lips on hers. As he pulled away Aimee's eyes slowly reopened and were filled with lust. She slowly drug her hands up from Tristans sides to across his chest and then worked her way back over his shoulders to wrap her hands around his neck. He was reading the signs she was giving him and she slowly thought about her next move, but Tristan agian made if for her, but Aimee wasn't going to object to this move anytime soon.


Tristans lips fell on hers and she could feel the bently press against hers. They were soft and strong at the same time, she was absolutely in love with it. She could feel his arm tightening around her waist and she shifted her legs from hanging over the side of his lap to stradling Tistan, one leg on each side. She could tell this would cause some definite sexual tension and soon took her tongue and ran it over his bottle lip gently and slowly. She then pulled it back in her mouth as she pulled away from him staring into his eyes. Fire danced in her golden hazel eyes and the flecks of green that highlighted her eyes seemed to dance. She pushed her body closer to his and smiled deviously as she leaned in for another kiss. Her lips almost touching his when she jumped up off of his lap and everything as she then took off to the other side of the music room smiling all the way. As she reached the other side she stopped next to the door and winked at Tristan."Why don't you come over here and keep me company?" Aimee said in sexy, teasing way as she put her lips and gave him an innocent look, like a school girl who knows shes done something wrong, but won't admit it.

[Tristan Alexander]

"Wow, you should totally keep at it. Don’t want talent to be lost to the world," he said as she mentioned she’d been in band before. He almost wished he’d waited to hear her response to the question of what she wanted to do. He actually wanted to know, so he didn’t end up taking this any farther than she wanted to go. His powers applied to almost any facet of his life: once he got started with anything it was hard to try and stop.

He didn’t recall that she’d sounded a little down when she’d first entered the room, but if he took the time, he would notice that this was a major mood swing. A different Tristan would have asked what was up, but right now, he was too busy, too consumed by his actions. His eyes locked onto hers as hers filled with lust, the same emotion reflected in his eyes. He’d flirted a bit with Aimee in the past before, and emotions like those weren’t usually unwarranted. He didn’t flirt with anyone he didn’t find attractive, or didn’t think he stood a chance with.

His eyes stayed on hers as her hands moved over his chest. Though it didn’t show outwardly, he loved the way her hands moved over him. As he leaned to kiss her again, he moved his arm from around her waist, sliding it up her back slowly before he pressed his hand against her back gently, encouraging her to move into him. He loosened his grip on her a bit as she moved away from him, watching for a moment as she moved to straddle him. His hand moved once she leaned back in, pressing against the lower part of her waist. Suddenly, her straddling him kicked the fire in his eyes up three more notches, making him want her more. He exhaled slowly, shutting his eyes as her tongue ran over his bottom lip, and he parted his mouth to allow her full access to his mouth, but she’d moved away again.

He was mesmerized by the look in her eyes as his eyes reopened, but then Tristan snapped out of his haze as Aimee wound up on the other side of the room. His eyes followed her for a few moments before a deviant grin crossed his face. He continued to sit there behind the drums for a moment before he chucked the drum sticks in his hands, dumping them beside his book bag, doing the same with his zune and headphones. But less than a second later, he stood before her, placing an arm against the wall behind her as he leaned toward her. A couple of music stands toppled over as the sheer force of his speed hit them, moments after he’d gone by. He placed his other arm on the opposite side of her from where his right hand stood against the wall, nearest her hip to trap her there. "Was that supposed to be a challenge?" he asked in a husky whisper, referring to the fact that she’d moved across the room. He leaned in close to her, but rather than kiss her, his lips made their way to her neck.


His mouth moved slowly across her neck, at first in light kisses before he changed it up, his mouth working her neck as he mimicked the movements of a passionate kiss over her neck. His teeth nipped at her neck now and then, biting gently as he strove for driving her crazy.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee stood over by the door twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. She was waiting to see what Tristan would do next and she could feel the tension building between them. She could tell what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted, but there was something inside her. Something that told her this shouldn't be happening. Damn conscious.Aimee though bitterly as she tried to force the thoughts from her mind. Tristan looked to where she was standing and he had a very deviant smile across his face. He seemed seemed to just be taking his time. He slowly stood up from behind the drums and placed his zune and drumsticks carefully down on his bag. A second later, he stood in front of Aimee with his directly on hers and his hand against the wall behind her. He slowly leaned forward as music stands were heard toppling over and sheets of music were rustling behind Tristan. The wind cause by his speed had done this and also blown Aimees hair about her face and now hung over it. She used it too her advantage and let it hang over her face and peered up through it at Tristan with fire in her eyes. He then asked if this was supposed to be a challenge as his other hand came down next to her hip on the other side of her trapping her against the wall. His voice was husky and she could her the lust laced into his words. Then his lips slowly moved in and down to her neck making slow light kisses before he started to work around her neck in a passionate way of kissing.


The emotions and hormones were swirling through Aimee's body and she resisted the urge to reach out and dig her hand into his hair and make out with him. Instead she focused hard on a spot in the room, blocking out the fact that he was doing any of this and tried to calm down as to get out some words. "Well it was supposed to be, but I guess you just won." Aimee said a little breathlessly. The last few words came out in a whisper almost as she could feel the emotions worming their way back in. After speaking she let herself go and reached down for Tristans face bringing him up to meet her in a passionate kiss. She slowly kissed him and then lightly worked her tongue around his bottom lip teasingly and asking for permission to enter. She was loving these feelings running through her and hadn't felt them in a very long time. But how long would this moment last before her conscious really got ahold of her or maybe Tristans got ahold of him?

[Tristan Alexander]

The corners of Tristan’s mouth pulled upward a little bit in a small sort of smirk as she said he had won. He wasn’t easily distracted from his task however, so his mouth kept moving across her neck before he felt her hands on his face, following them as she pulled him closer to her and returned her kiss. He paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of her mouth on his before he felt her tongue moving across his bottom lip.

He parted his lips, giving her no resistance as his tongue began to stroke along hers. He knew somehow that this was unusual for him. He usually put up more of a fight, usually tried to make whoever he was with want him just as bad as he wanted them, usually tried to drive them crazy with desire before he caved in to his own lust. Maybe it was that she’d caught him off guard. If anyone had asked him what he’d be doing today, making out with Aimee would not have been at the top of his list.

When it came to moments like this, he usually didn’t resist unless the girl he was with told him to stop. He took life as it came, and his conscience usually didn’t enter into the equation, so he wouldn’t stop unless she did.

His arms slid down the wall as he pressed closer to her, one arm sliding back around her waist. The only thing going through his mind at the moment was the question of how far Aimee would go. He didn’t know her too well, hadn’t done this with her yet, so he tried to assume not very far so that he wouldn’t lose himself completely in the moment as he continued kissing her, his kisses fierce and hungry.

[Aimee Hathaway]

Aimee felt his tongue enter her mouth as she started to work hers around his in return. She was loving the feeling off his mouth on hers and the way his tongue worked around inside her mouth. Aimee had been around the block a few times and she new when people were using too much of something or doing just fine. Tristan obviously wasn't new to this either and he new exactly what to do to drive Aimee to wanting him even more. Her mind stopped swirling with the thoughts of confusing lust, but now was a clear stream of sex-drive. This was normally how things went for her in situations like these.


Aimee would get the guy alone and after a little while of small stuff she would build up to doing bigger things. She never really got into the feeling of something if she just jumped right into it, but the way they were building up was making her impatient which in return made her want him to do more and just want him more. As Aimee continued to gently stroke her tongue along his she soon started to explore the depths of his mouth and deepen the kiss. She moved her mouth, molding it around his and the kiss more heated and passionate as she felt his hand move from the wall to around her waist. Her hand slowly started to come up and work it's way into Tristans hair. It was a habit, and guys seemed to like it when girls did this. She slowly grabbed at his hair, and worked her hand through it as well.


Their situation was getting steamier by the minute and Aimee pulled away for a quick breath before speaking. "So, did you ever think you would be doing this today?" Aimee asked arching one eyebrow as she pressed her lips back to his. She instantly opened her mouth to him and then worked her tongue over his lips at first, but then started to explore his mouth once agian. As she worked on the kiss her free hand taveled up and down his back in a soothing motion and she pressed her body closer to hers. Her hand then pushed against him as she backed up to where her back was agianst the wall and using her hand on his back pushed him even closer to her. All the while Aimee licked around his tongue and gently bit on his bottom lip.


Her conscious wasn't as loud as it used to be thankfully and she had the urge to continue with what she was doing. They might even need to go to his dorm room soon if this went any farther, but there was a strange feeling building inside of Aimee chest. It was an almost ache that reminded Aimee of heartache, like she had lost someone or was being reminded of losing someone. Hoping to drive this sensation away too Aimee heated the kiss up and went faster digging her hands through his hair a little more roughly and pulling him more into her. The feeling was prominent and stubborn though, it was slowly taking over her mind, nothing like this had ever happend to her before when she normally did things like this, but she knew she had to do something soon if she wanted to continue. So, she acted like nothing was wrong with her and made sure Tristan didn't notice the thoughts rambling through her head. "What do you want to do next?" Aimee asked when she had pulled away to catch a breath. Her voice was laced with lust and her eyes were dark and hazed over by passion. She though this would just be another fun challenge for him to conquer.

[Tristan Alexander]

Tristan was trying really hard to keep his control in check, sure that any moment now she’d back out and “come to her senses.” It wouldn’t have surprised him, it had happened on a few occasions with some girls, especially those who “didn’t know him well enough.” But then again none of those occasions had ever been his fault; he never made a move unless given the right cues, and his cues were becoming more and more clear with Aimee as her tongue stroked along his.

His breathing was slowly becoming heavier as she deepened the kiss, matching pace with her. He should have known better than to really get into the moment as he was now, but he felt almost as though he couldn’t help himself. It was as though she knew some of his triggers, and her exploring his mouth was driving him crazy. Just as he thought he could get himself under control, he felt her hand root itself in his hair, and his kisses became hungrier, more passionate, encouraging her not to stop as she worked her hand through his hair.

Tristan inhaled deeply as she pulled away, sure that it was over. He could see no other reason for her to pull away other than to say she was done. He stared at her, eyes glazed over with his hunger for her, slightly dulled as she spoke. He tried to focus on what she was saying but before he knew what it was, before he could even become coherent enough to respond, he found her lips pressed against his again. She caught him off guard, and at first he was surprised that she hadn’t ended it before he found himself again as her tongue moved over his lips and back into his mouth. He began to respond, pulling back slightly as he returned the favor, his teeth biting gently on her lower lip before he followed up, tongue licking slowly over hers enticingly as he teased her, not allowing her entry into his mouth until he was done.

As he felt her hand push against his back, he moved into her, grinding himself against her as he pushed himself onto her. The hand that remained on the wall finally moved away and reached for her wrist, grabbing the hand that was on his back. He moved it toward his chest, guiding her hand across his chest as he took control. He closed whatever space remained between them, grinding his groin against hers as he pressed his chest to hers and pinned her against the wall. He repeated the action a couple of times, his body moving over hers slowly as he continued to kiss her.

The hand around her waist moved away from her back to her sides, hesitating for a brief moment as he thought he was going too far. He changed his mind however when he felt her hands digging into his hair insistently, and he squeezed at her ribs in response. Just as he was about to move away from her mouth, she did it for him, pulling away as she asked yet another question. Despite all the questions, he had no idea that any other thoughts were going through her mind, completely clueless to them as another part of his brain took over. His eyes attempted to focus on her, though they were still glazed as he breathed heavily, this time actually hearing the question. Without hesitation he responded, “Whatever makes you happy, babe.”

With that, he removed his hand from her wrist and placed it instead against her left cheek, guiding her face to an angle as his mouth went for the opposite side. He worked his way over her neck with his mouth and tongue, sucking and kissing slowly as he made his way up to her ear. He teased her earlobe, sucking and biting it gently a few times before he placed a kiss behind her ear. He licked along her ear before he began kissing her neck again, going with whatever she responded to as his right hand massaged and squeezed at her ribs now and then, moving up toward her breasts. He moved his hand over her breast, massaging and caressing it between kisses along her neck and his body grinding against hers. His hand moved back down to her waist as his fingers found the space between her shirt and her body before diving in, hands gliding along her bare skin upward as they slid across her stomach tantalizingly slow. Just that movement was electrifying for him, having his skin against hers, and he knew he wanted more of it, wanted more of his skin pressed against hers.

As he sucked at her neck, biting gently between his teeth sorely tempted to bite hard enough to leave a mark, his hand tugged at her shirt, the knuckles of his fingers gliding gently over his skin to keep the skin to skin contact between them as he asked for permission to remove her shirt. He loved the smooth soft feel of her stomach against his hand and would miss it if she denied him the removal of her shirt.