The thunder crashed as a bolt of lightning brightened the sky for a split second. The thickest part of the storm was over the city, and Keilana had no choice but to hide under the front stone steps of a dingy town house that was along one of the side streets.

She had arrived in Demaitre earlier that day and it had been an overcast and cloudy one at that.

Huddling under the steps, clinging her bag to her as she took shelter from the storm Keilana prayed silently for the rain to pass. Prayed that she would find a place to sleep tonight and food in the morning. She had brought some things with her of course, but no real meals.

She had about three hundred dollars with her, but she didn’t want to get a hotel, didn’t want to buy food unless she had to. If she did that, her money would be gone within a week.

It had been five days since she ran away from home, ran away from her family.

She was too dangerous to be around them, to dangerous to be around anyone she knew. But she wasn’t crazy. She knew she wasn’t. But…But what was wrong with her?

Sighing Keilana hung her head, wet strands of dark hair falling into her face.

How far she had fallen… She had been a beauty queen, a model and a talented musician… How had she ended up so far away from home. So far away from what she had been. She didn’t even know how it had started… Why it happened or when… If only she could figure it out… Maybe she could find a doctor… Someone who could help her.

"Goddamn it." Of all the days he had to be working late, it was when a nice little monsoon came to town. Adam didn't mind storms, not at all, he just preferred them through a window. While he was inside a nice warm house, such as his own. In fact, under the right circumstances, he actually liked storms. They had so much violence, but seemed to leave the air clearer than before.

Cursing again, he yanked on his wheel, tried to squint through the wildly slapping wipers. Useless. Even the Rain-X he'd applied couldn't keep up with this downpour. And he was only going freaking fifteen miles an hour. Running a hand over his short hair, he'd gotten the dark locks cut down to a crew cut, he hissed in annoyance when his hand came back wet. He'd forgotten just how soaked he'd gotten coming out of the DPD offices.

Shit. There was no way he was getting through this mess. Muscling the patrol car over to the side of the road, he put it in park. He was going to have to wait this one out. Taking a slug of nasty coffee, stone-cold and bitter, he grimaced and put the cup back down.

Outside the window, movement suddenly caught his eye. At first, he figured it was just a trick of the light. Who'd be out in this storm? Then there was another slight movement--he almost didn't catch it through the driving rain. "Fuck." Adam spat, narrowing his eyes at the figure hiding out underneath the steps of some seen-better-days townhouse.

Just what he needed. A robbery in progress. "Dispatch, this is Detective Stanton, badge number 6023. I've got some suspicious activity," Adam radioed in, listening to the confirmation. "Might be nothing, but I'm going to check it out." God. He ought to just leave it for one of the grunts.

Instead, he put on a battered old blue hat with a gold 'M' on it and stepped out into the rain. It wasn't very official, but it would keep the rain out of his eyes. Soaked to the bone almost immediately, he warily rested a hand on his hip, called out to the figure he'd seen huddling under the townhouse steps. "Come on out, now. And keep your hands where I can see them, k?"

The sound of the rain was lulling her into a half sleep as it always did, even huddled under the steps soak and wet. Kielana loved storms admittedly. Always loved watching the lightning... But it was indeed better when you were dry.

Her head snapped up as she heard a voice and gave a little yelp of fear, moving back under the dirty steps further.

But the voice sounded... Official. Like it was someone of power. Squinting through the rain she saw the headlights and the bar lights of a police car. Oh crud... Just what she needed.

"P-please... I... I was just trying to get out of the rain..." Kelana stammered slightly as she crawled out from under the steps. Her already soaked clothes clung to her body as she clutched the dufflebag to her. "Tha's all. I'm not doing anything, just trying to stay dry sir." She said as she looked down at the ground.

Would he take her in to the station? She looked old enough not to be thought of as a run away kid. A lot of people thought she was nearly twenty, even though she was a few months away from being eighteen still. It was all those pagents. You had to grow up quick. Being little and cute only worked until you were about 12. Then you had to be beautiful.

Adam swiped at a few stray drops of water on his face, studying the girl. Well, hell, she didn't look that threatening. All of what, five-five? Maybe five-six but five-seven would definitely be pushing it. And a hundred twenty soaking wet--as she was. He was an okay judge of age and pegged her around nineteen, though he bet she'd pass for older if she had some makeup on.

She was completely soaked. Kind of like how he was getting. And the lack of makeup, the way her black hair hung limply around her face in tangled ropes, didn't detract from a damn good face. Bonus, the way her clothes clung to her body gave him a really good idea of a really nice body. Idea? Hell, it clung to every generous curve.

"Well. You can get in the cruiser." Adam scratched beneath his hat, trying to figure out what to do with her. Signaling with his fingers, he climbed back in the patrol car, radioed back in to dispatch. "False alarm." Drumming his fingers on the wheel, he tossed his soaked hat down.

The way he was looking her over... She could feel his eyes wander along her body. The fashion jeans she wore looked tight when they weren't wet and clinging, and her baby doll t-shirt, thankfully black, wasn't the most casual of attire. The thin sweater jacket she wore was soaked through, clinging to her shirt which clung to her body.

She was a model, she knew when people were looking at her even if her eyes were pinned on the ground.

But... He was a cop... He was just studying her to get her age, whether she was a threat... That kind of thing. He wasn't eye-goggling her... He wouldn't do that. Would he?

Lana nodded as he suggested she get into the cruiser, not sure if that was a true suggestion or a 'suggestion'. But it was somewhere out of the rain, so she wasn't going to complain at all.

When she slipped into the car, she shut the door behind her and gave a shudder. now she was out of the rain she felt even wetter, like she was getting his car wet by being in it and ruining it.

"I... I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have been there. I just got caught in the storm and I... I don't really have a place to stay." She said as she rubbed at her arms, cold now from the vents of the car.

Adam sighed, his cat-green eyes following her closely as she got in the cruiser. He didn't bother to hide the way he studied her—which was carefully—as he didn't see the point. Well, he doubted that she would possibly be a threat. In fact, the trouble now was what he was going to do with her. Technically, she'd been trespassing, but he didn't see that she'd done any harm. And he didn't want to traipse back out into the rain, knock on the door, and see if anyone was home so the owners could tell him if anything had been disturbed.

Glancing at his watch, Adam shot another glance at the girl. Beyond his initial impression, which was mostly along the lines of ‘hubba-hubba’, he pegged her as homeless. Recently so, since her clothes were in fairly good condition. But you didn’t hide out under stairs clutching a duffel bag in the middle of a thunderstorm if you had an alternative.

Well, if she was under eighteen, he had about three choices. Number one was to call child services and see if they could deal with her. Which was a big headache in and of itself. Number two was to take her back to the precinct and have her spend the night in one of the cells. Which she might have to do with option number one anyway. Number three was the most tempting and least professional of his choices.

“I don’t suppose you have any ID?”

Her eyes widened in a moment of fear as he asked if she had any ID with her. But beyond that reaction, which he couldn't see anyway as her eyes were focused on the dashboard, her face was blank.

"No... I don't. I left it at home... I'm nearly ninteen... And... Well I just got tired of my parents treating me like a child." She mumbled nervously. It was a lie, but well, she learned to lie in her buisness. "I... I've been trying to make it on my own... But..." She smiled nervously but even in the dark and rain her smile was bright as it always was. "I'm having some troubles I guess."

That was true enough. She had been trying to make it on her own, just coming to the city. Perhaps in a week she would be able to find a job. Find something to support herself and go from there.

"Is... Is there maybe a shelter of some sort? A place I could just spend the night maybe? Please, I don't want to be a bother." She said pleadingly.

Lack of identification always made him a little bit suspicious. Nineteen, eh? Well, that could be about right. But Adam had seen plenty of strippers (the kind who moonlighted as streetwalkers) and straight-up whores who were underage and managed to look older. It was all too easy to dab on a few years with the eyeliner and whatever-the-hell.

Still, he cast a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. "I bet," Adam mumbled quietly. Then he sighed. "Yeah, there are a few shelters. This late at night, this kind of weather, they're going to all be full at the seams, too. And shelters can be pretty rough places. If you haven't been on your own very long, well..." He shrugged a shoulder.

The meaning was pretty clear. She was pretty, young, and green. Shelters tried, but they catered to a pretty rough crowd--so to speak. And when things went on, well, people tended to become selectively blind and deaf. Nobody helped. "Look, you won't be under arrest, but spending the night in a cell on your own would probably be better. Or..." Adam hesitated, glanced sidelong at her again, "well. I've got a couple of guest rooms..."

"Oh... Yeah..." She nodded looking down at her feet again. "I guess they would be huh... I'm not the only person without a place to go..." She bit her lip nervously now, wondering where she would be able to stay the night... Would she just have to tough it out in the rain?

Oh she hoped not.

"A cell? Um... I'd rather not really..." She murmured. "I've never spent the night in a jail... And I'd... I'd kinda like to keep it that way." She said with a forced chuckle, as if it were all just a joke.

"Guest Rooms?" She echoed. Was he supposed to be doing that? Was he supposed to offer a place in his home to her? Well it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong... And he was a police officer, so she would certianly be safe with him. "I... If I won't be in your way or get you in trouble, I would like to that if it's okay with you." She said with a greatful smile. "As long as I won't get you in trouble though." Her eyes had gained a bright cheer from the hope that he was offering.

"Thank you though officer. It would be nice to be able to sleep sound for once in a while..."

"I'll bet. Well, like I said, it wouldn't be like you were under arrest. Or anything. But I understand," Adam replied with slight shrug as the girl declined the offer of a ten-by-ten. Spending a night in jail, period, was probably not on the list of top ten things one wanted to do in life.

Keeping his eyes on the rain-smeared window, he tapped his fingers on the wheel. "Nah, no trouble. Though I'd appreciate it if you didn't call my boss and tell him. Technically speaking, I should either take you to a shelter or run a check and then take you to a shelter. But, well, that's a lot of hassle."

Falling quiet, he flipped the key over and listened to the car grind to life. The rain was tapering off--slightly--and he had wanted to be home already. Pulling onto the road, Adam didn't look over at Keilana again for a while, lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts that mostly centered around his life as of late.

So, basically, he was brooding. Not that he would admit that.

It was only when he pulled into his own driveway that he seemed to remember that he had a passenger. Reminded, he asked, "Oh, hey, what's your name? I'm Adam."

While a little hard to tell in the rain, it was easy to see that Adam's home was not what you would expect from a police detective. It was a house, for one thing, instead of an apartment. A quiet, unflashy, brick building, it was big for a single guy and looked like it should have had a bike in the front yard and maybe some flowers. Instead, the lawn was neatly clipped and stark, lacking the familial touches of shrubs or decorative trees to soften the edges.

And pulling into the garage made it distinctly clear that this was a man's house. There was a brawny pickup truck in scratched black, a pristine red '67 Mustang, and a BMW Z4.

Suddenly out of the rain and warm again she felt sleepy...

It was only after the car had been started a moment that Keilana had let herself doze off, her head leaning on the window.

So to her the fact that the officer was ignoring her was actually a good thing.

It was only the change in pace, the slight bump up to the driveway that woke her up to see where she was now. She hadn't remembered how they got there or how long it had even been.

Her name? "Oh... I'm Lana. Well Keilana actually, but I usually go by Lana." A soft yawn escaped her. "It's nice to meet you though. At least there are still some cops who are actually trying to help people." She said with a smile.

"But uh, don't worry. I won't tell anyone anything. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble just for helping me after all Adam."

"Nice to meet you, Lana." Adam replied politely, his distracted smile not quite touching his eyes. Unfolding his six-foot-three frame from the slightly cramped cruiser, he ran a hand over his short bronze hair. It was clipped too short to rumple up from the absent habit, which was partly why he'd gotten it cut that way.

"If you're, ah, hungry, I can throw something together," he offered, thinking about the contents of his pantry. "I guess," he added in an undertone.

Unlike most bachelors in their early thirties, Adam's kitchen was free of pre-packaged dinners and frozen pizzas. What he had ran more to canned vegetables and fruit, fresh vegetables and fruit, and lean meats.

Hey, as the saying went, his body was his temple. He treated it well. Besides, his knee didn't need any extra weight on it. Thinking of that, he bent down to rub it; it was aching a bit with the rainy weather.

Unlocking the door leading into the house, he opened it for Lana. "After you."

Lana sighed as she opened the door to the dry garage. It was nice indeed to be out of the way, and heck, she could even sleep here if he was okay with that. She wouldn't have minded in the slightest as long as she was out of the rain.

Food? Ohh... That was tempting... But... "Oh. No, I'm okay sir. Really. I wouldn't want to impose too much... But would there be a place where I could dry out my clothing?" She asked hesitantly as she walked through the door into the house.

It was slightly dark in the house and not knowing where anything was she only stepped into the door way a little to let him enter and show her the way. After all... it only made sense right?

"I mean it's okay if not really. I've got extra clothing too so it's not really a problem. I could just go to the laundry mat tomorrow of course." She added as she stood there, feeling... awkward.

Walking in behind her, his body brushed lightly against hers as he crossed behind her. Reminded of the fact that they were both soaked, Adam ran a hand over his hair again as he thought about it. "Yeah, the laundry room's outside the kitchen. How about I show you to one of the guest rooms first so you can change. I'll just throw your clothes in with mine. Might make a full load..."

Since they were standing so close, and she was still wet, he ran his hands over her arms without thinking. Then, realizing what he'd done, he let them fall. "If you're cold, you can take a shower. There's two upstairs. You can take your pick."

Even though he'd dropped his hands, he didn't step back. This close, he could smell her, skin and rain. Then, cursing silently, he backed up.

As he felt him against her, his body ever so briefly, then his hands along her arms, goosebumps raised all over her skin. Part of her was embarrassed, part of her was frightened. But there was a part of her that... That wanted the touch.

The first thought that came to her mind when he suggested she take a shower to warm up, she had a better idea, one that made her face heat up despite the cold rain on her face.

"Yes, I think I might do that." She said as she clutched at her bag slightly. Even though his hands had fallen she... She could still feel him standing behind her.

It wasn't a good thing... No. She was seventeen. She wasn't really nineteen. She hadn't told him that because of anything but being able to stay out of jail and out of the system in case her parents were looking for her this far west. Lana wasn't the kind of girl who would sleep with anyone she just met. Or anyone in general. Lana had stayed away from boys in school because they were nothing but trouble. Besides, they only liked her because she was pretty, not for anything else. She didn't want to end up a trophy wife... She wanted to be a real person too.

"So where would the guest room be Adam?" Lana asked, hoping to move on past this point, hovering between so many emotions.

"Upstairs, to the... well. I'll just show you," Adam replied, thinking about the feel of her skin against his palms. It'd felt good. He imagined she'd feel good too. Very good.

Though he didn't have to, and normally wouldn't have, he lightly took her elbow as he walked past her. The main foyer turned into a hallway, at the end was a half bathroom, with a staircase to one side. Upstairs were the bedrooms and full baths. Opening the door to one of the bedrooms, he took a couple of steps inside.

It wasn't especially fancy. Just a twin bed with a blue spread and a couple of pillows and a dresser/nightstand thing. There was a window, out of which you could see the backyard when it wasn't night and raining, with a window box thing you could sit on. Otherwise, it was pretty bare.

"Okay, that sounds good." Lana said with a hesitant smile and a nod.

The touch on her elbow made something inside her shiver, tremble with excitement. What was wrong with her. She... She never felt like this before and it was scaring her really.

She moved away from him as they entered the room, taking a deep breath quietly and letting it go. She couldn't let her emotions get out of control that was what caused problems. When she was scared, angry, even happy... She would change. And what if she changed here? Would he take her to a hospital? She didn't... She didn't want to go back.

"Thank you. It's very nice really." She said as she moved towards the window, as far as she could from him, but really wanting to look at the rain outside.

Though he recognized that her move towards the window was an attempt to put some distance between herself and him, Adam moved toward the window himself. For such a big guy, he moved quietly, silently standing behind her in a few strides. "It's a nice view when it's not dark out."

Working purely on impulse, and possibly some recklessness, he skimmed a finger over her shoulder, felt the warmth of her skin beneath the coolness of the rainwater. "I won't hurt you," Adam whispered, lightly gripping her arm to tug her around so she faced him.

After his day, he felt tense and wired. He wanted to relax, to release some of his frustrations.

She saw him moving in the reflection of the window and tensed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, not knowing what really to do. She knew she was beautiful... A lot of men told her so. Her whole life had been based on her beauty. But Lana knew that her beauty was a curse... Her life...

A soft shudder went through her body as Adam's fingers brushed against her shoulder. The touch was gentle, and a soft longing rose in her throat. But... But it wasn't hers was it?

Her brown eyes looked up at him almost fearfully as he turned her to face him. Her back was nearly against the wall near the window, there was no where she could go. "Please. Don't look at me like that, Adam." She whispered. "It scares me." Was the shiver that touched her body now from cold or fear, she didn't know.

But a part of her thought that his arms would sooth both.

He felt her tremble beneath his touch, from fear or cold or some mix of both. "Shh. You don't need to be afraid." Adam didn't have any intention of hurting her. Or, really, any intentions at all--beyond the immediate.

One hand slipped from her arm to her back, bringing her gently but insistently against him. He intended to do more than look and proved it as he let his mouth cover hers. She felt like a frightened doe, and he knew that anything sudden would probably make her bolt.

So he stayed gentle, his lips warm and light on hers.

Lana wanted to scream, wanted to push him away as he pulled closer to her. But she was too afraid. Why was he doing this to her? Was this the only reason why he had offered her a place to sleep? So he could try to sleep with her?

She gasped as he pulled her closer and put her hands against his chest, but the gasp was taken in by his kiss.

It was gentle, soft... But it scared Lana even more because... He... He wanted more than to just look. He wanted her for what she really suspected. But she was only a girl! She was a kid! Why was he doing this?

She was trembling like a leaf, but she couldn't break the kiss. She couldn't pull herself away. But why? Why wasn't she able to... To stop herself. Her fingers curled into his shirt fearfully, terrified of where this might end up.

She shook in his arms, but Adam ignored it. He still didn't know if it was fear or just inexperience, and honestly didn't know if he cared or not. Insistently, he deepened the kiss, feeling her hands clench on his soaked shirt.

Maybe, maybe if she'd pushed, he would have stopped. Maybe.

But she didn't and he didn't, his mouth growing more demanding. The hand on her back pressed her against him, the other skimmed over her throat and then lower, the backs of his fingers gliding over the wet fabric that clung to her breasts.

While he couldn't say that this was why he'd offered her a bed for the night, one had to wonder if the possibility had been courted.

As Adam deepened the kiss, his hand wandering along her breasts something folded within Kielana's mind. So frightened she was that her weaker self simply crumbled beneath a shadow of the desire that was lurking deeper inside.

Her kiss became fierce and hungry, almost demanding really, as her body pressed closer.

Kie's hands relaxed almost immediately against his chest and moved down towards the hem of his shirt. She pulled away with a sigh for breath. "Why are you doing this Adam..." She asked with a little smirk as her lips moved to his neck. "Just what is it that you want from me?" Kie's words whispered against his skin.

Her body ached for the unknown. The hunger and the desire burned in her and finaly, after all the repression, she was free. Free to explore, have the desires of her heart filled without fear getting in the way.

The change in the kiss was surprising, but certainly not unwelcome. She pressed harder against him, their clothes so wet it was almost like skin to skin. "What do I want?" Adam repeated, his lips curving a little.

He turned his hand over, cupping the soft flesh through the cloth. "Take a wild guess." As if galvanized by the sudden change in her behavior, he gave her a little shove, knocking her back against the window. Rain still splattered against the glass, not that he noticed.

((Little powerplay, hope you don't mind.)

Since the seat was there, she fell onto it, her back against the glass. Adam caught her wrists, his hands fisting around them as he aggressively pinned them against the window, straddling her as he turned his head to kiss her again.

"Why don't you just show me?" She nearly growled against his neck as his hand caressed her breast.

But that was when he pushed her and-- Her eyes flashed sheer lust up at him as she grinned wickedly.

Another second and he was straddling her with ease, her wrists pinned against the window as he kissed her. But she kissed back just as needy as he, her body arching to press itself against his.

"I, for one..." She whispered heatedly as she caught a breath. "Want to be out of these wet, cold clothes..." But of course she was too busy kissing him to want to do much about it herself. "Now..." She said in almost a soft hiss as her lips began to suck at his ear.

Adam grinned, not quite sure what had caused the timid Lana to suddenly start acting this way, but going with it. "Mmm, really? I think I can help with that." Letting go of her wrists, he trailed his hands done her arms, nipping sharply at her lower lip as her mouth assaulted the lobe of his ear.

He had to wrestle with her shirt a little, since the soaked cloth was awkward and heavy, but managed to yank it over her head. His hands were hot against her flesh, which felt chilled from the wet clothes.

Kissing her hard again, Adam's fingers were rough as he ran them over the smooth expanse of her back, pressed against the glorious weight of her breasts.

"You better..." She groaned as he nipped at her skin. A clap of thunder sounded as the storm began to intensify, as if rising with their passion. The rain was driving down like sheets of water, making the window ice cold as her bare back was now pressed against it.

Rough hands against her smooth skin only made her hunger for more. Hands like his were never meant to touch her, crude, abrasive hands were not made for her perfect body. And perfect was what it was. She had molded it, sculpted and cared for her body since she was young. It was a thing of beauty that only the hands of an artist should touch.

He was no artist... But she was hungry.

His hands warmed her body and her arms wrapped around his neck. With her light jacket and shirt of she felt infinantly more free. Ah, if only he got rid of the bra too... But with his hands as they were, they wouldn't be able to get to the front clasp as easy as they would for a back clasp.

Her hands though went to the bottom of his shirt again, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the ground. Her nails raked against his chest, the soft French manicure leaving red lines along his skin.

"Now that I'm free... Show me what a man can do... Show me how you can make a woman beg and scream with pleasure..." She nearly moaned into his ear. "I want to know what it's like."

Adam would agree wholeheartedly with the assertion that Lana had a perfect body. Soft skin, warm and fragrant, riding over sleek muscle, the long dark hair. It was all so familiar. To touch and be touched, to rush hard and fast towards that blind fall.

The slight and urging pain as her nails raked down his chest.

Hungrily, he lifted her, her heated skin pressed against his. He couldn't quite reach the clasp of her bra, pushed against the glass as she was. Adam managed to drag it down, over her arms, around her waist before tumbling to the floor, too impatient to make it back to the bed.

On a muttered oath, his strong fingers dragged at her pants and he set his teeth against her neck. His hands were hard enough to bruise as they vised around her hips and his mouth against her skin was almost like a feeding.

Well she had to give him points for adaptation. Not having found the front clasp he simply slid it down her body. The feeling of his hands was breath taking and made her ache even more as they all but fell to the carpet.

She was free. Free to let go of everything that had been weighing her down. She was a woman, not a little girl. She wasn't afraid like the other part that managed to hide her for so long.

His hands were rough and demanding. So rough that it almost hurt, but almost doesn't count... No. Not when every fevered touch made her moan for more, even as she kicked the last bit of pants off, the cotton bikinis tight on her body, the light blue color matching the bra. A runaway who color coordinates. That's a beauty queen for you.

A loud moan escaped as she felt his teeth pull at the skin on her neck. "More..." She whispered. "Show me... Show me everything Adam." She wanted to be screaming, laying in his arms panting heavily, unable to do anything else until dawn.

Panting, Adam shifted to scrape his teeth over the soft curve of her shoulder, mindless words tumbling from his lips. "Everything," he promised, his brilliantly green eyes darkening as she kicked away her pants and he ran his hands over the soft cotton--the only thing she still wore.

He dipped a finger into her wet heat, his eyes on her face. He knew his touch was rough, was demanding, but it didn't matter.

She could take it.

Her eyes closed with a sof moan as his hands explored over her hips. It was a wonderous sensation and even the weaker part of her wasn't complaining. Yet. Kielana was enjoying this with everything she had, enjoying the attentions of this man she barely knew.

Her head tilted back sharply, arching her neck with a gasp as his finger dared go where quite literaly no man had ever gone before. Her heart joltedbut she relaxed into the touch, the fresh muscles in her body closing tight around his finger as he explored-no- as they explored.

This was new for her as well and she could hardly say that it was a bad experiance so far. Rough, yes... But oh it felt so good... Proven by the content grin on her face as her head began to roll slightly against the carpet.

Moaning softly her leg slid up his body as she parted her legs to give him easier access to obviously pleasure her more. He had promised her everything, and she hardly expected any less.

He watched her eyes slip shut, almost dreamily. Watched as her head drifted back, riding the wave of pleasure. Her gasp was deep as she moved, bared her throat to him.

Because he could and he wanted to, Adam shifted to lay his mouth on the smooth column of her throat. He used his teeth and tongue to tease, to taste her soft skin. His busy hands shoved away the slip of cotton to leave her bare beneath him.

Lana's head rolled slightly, a grin on her face that told of pleased contentment. It was gratifying, but he wanted her gasping, her pretty features empty of everything except stunned pleasure. He wanted her to cling to him as she came.

Harder, he pressed harder into her, his fingers moving in a restless rhythm inside her.

As he kissed and sucked at her throat her body tightened and ached. The moan that rose in her throat reverberated against his lips.

Another sharp gasp came from her. This one of sheer lust. "Oh God..." She moaned as the sudden breath left her aching for more. The sudden aggressive thrust had caught her off guard, but oh how she loved it.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck now, and her other leg was around his waist. She could feel a warm moisture between her legs, but she didn't care about anything but... "God more... More..." She moaned to him. If he were rougher, warmed her up more, she doubted it would hurt a whole lot when he actually went to ride her hard. For her first time? Ah yeah. It was something to celebrate.

As his thrusts became frenzied her hips began to jolt almost wildly against his clothed hips.

"Yes... Yes..." She moaned as her nails dug into his shoulders as if to cling to him. A whimper began to tug almost reluctantly from her throat. Her lifeless body, so tense and careful before had come to life and was taking things in full stride. A hungry woman that had been held back by a fearful child for so long.

"Do it... God now... Take me... Please." She begged with a whimper. "I need you... More." The fact that the carpet would probably tear her back up didn't make any differance to her. She didn't even think of it. All she thought of was that urge to scream wildly that was building in her throat.

He liked the sound of her breaths, heavy and uneven, the way she writhed beneath his touch. Maybe it was just ego, but it was always better when you knew that you gave as good as you got.

Even so, this was more taking than giving. Adam was in it to get what he could. Pleasuring Lana was a good bonus point, but, at the moment, not what he was focused on. As she moved against him, he groaned, shifting to suck hungrily at her full bottom lip.

Fumbling a little, he undid the button on his jeans as her whimpered demands rang in his ears. He didn't even bother kicking them off as he gripped her, thrusting hard into her ready heat. "Oh, yeah," Adam mumbled incoherently, his hips jerking hard against hers.

Kei gave a cry of pain, her nails flexing harder into his skin, as he thrust into her fully without any warning. The pain was sudden and sharp, but because he continued to press into her just as hard as the first time, she didn't even notice it for too long. after about the third or fourth thrust she was gasping not with pain, but sheer pleasure.

Having never been with a man before, she was tight around him. But her body tightened even more as she let her body go, let it do it's own thing and fall into his rhythm. She simply let her body take over, as it knew just what to do.

The roughness of his jeans was bothering her legs so her feet worked to get them off along with his boxers. It only took a few moments, but now they were off, and all she felt was skin. And God it felt good. His name was coming out in aching moans from her lips between cries for more and her heavy and panting breaths. She was so close to screaming... So damn close already. Perhaps because the brand new sensations were already overwhelming her, or just maybe he was that good.

Ever thrust was rubbing her back against the carpet, but as before, it was a trivial matter that she didn't give a single thought to. She was enjoying this way too much. "Oh God, Adam... Harder..." She begged him with a cry, her legs wrapped around him, pulling her closer. "I need it. God I need you." Her whole body ached now, wanting to scream until her voice gave out. "Take me harder- I don't care..." She didn't care how he did it really, just so long as he made her scream, just as long as he rode her perfect body into paradise.

OOC: Doop-de-doop-de-doo... *draws a white curtain around Adam and Lana and waves a magic wand that fast-forwards us to daytime*

Damp with sweat after his daily morning workout, he'd save his run for later, Adam wiped his face with his shirt as he climbed the stairs from his home gym in the basement. The shirt was a goner, so he tugged it off, mopping again at a trickle of sweat.

Chucking it in the general direction of his hamper, he was about to strip and get into the shower when he realized he hadn't seen the girl. Lana. Shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, he headed over to the guest room. She looked like she was still asleep.

Not surprising, considering he woke up before the sun when he was on the early shift. Glancing outside showed his pretty backyard bathed in early morning sunlight. It was just shy of seven. He had to be at work by eight. And he still had no idea what he was going to do with the girl. She couldn't stay here indefinitely.

A night of crazy naked sex was one thing. Getting a roommate would be an entirely different one.

With a sigh, he dropped on the side of the bed and shook her bare shoulder slightly.

A soft murmur came from Lana as she sturred slightly. At the shake of her shoulder her eyes opened heavily. "Wha... What's going on..." She murmured.

Sitting up the first thing she noticed was she was naked, not a scrap of clothing on her. And her body was sore... More sore than anything she had ever felt before.

When she looked over at Adam, the smile on his face... A look of terror and fear sprang into her eyes.

"Oh God!" She nearly screamed. Tears flooded her eyes as she clutched the blankets around her body, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Oh God... What did... What did we do? We didn't... Oh God..." She was nearly sobbing with fear, her eyes wide and glistening with tears as she cowered as far back on the bed, away from him as she could.

What had she done! What had happened last night? The last thing she remembered was her trying to avoid kissing him... Trying to move away from the window. Had he drugged her? No She... She couldn't remember anything...

"You need to wake up, that's what's going on," Adam said easily, watching her patiently as she sat up, her eyes still sleep-heavy. Damn. He had to admit, she was cute when she was all tousled and heavy-eyed.

Made him want to lean in and take a bite.

And then... whoa. One moment everything was fine and on an even keel, then... What the hell? She just started freaking out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Easy there. You're fine. Everything's fine," he said, trying to soothe her.

Then he realized what she was saying. Shit. Really not what he needed. "What did we..." he echoed, running a hand through his hair. "Don't you remember?"

"Don't touch me!!" She screamed as he reached for her. "Stay away from me!" Lana's tears began to fall now.

Shaking her head at his questions she let a whimper escape her. "No, I... I don't remember. I don't remember anything...." But why couldn't she? Why couldn't she re-

It must have been one of her other personalities... Another part of her that... That let herself have...

"I... I wouldn't have... I didn't want to-" She sobbed, curling up under the covers in a tight ball. "I didn't want to do that..." Shaking under the covers as she pulled them over her head, she was whimpering with fear. What if she got pregnant? What if something like that happened? What if now... Now he just kicked her out and she got pregnant. She was only seventeen! How could she do that?

Christ.

Adam, wanting her to calm down, did as she asked and got the hell away from her. Pacing, he raked both hands through his hair, fighting the urge to let out a long stream of curses. For some reason, he doubted that that would help her calm down any.

"You don't remember anything?" Goddamn. What was he supposed to do? All he'd wanted was a release. An anonymous roll between the sheets where everybody got what they wanted and went their separate ways in the morning. No hard feelings, right?

Instead he had an amnesiac fucking basket case. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. You wanted to last night."