Tainted Love [aw]

[Little Lion]

Flavored steam curled in tantalizing waves through the air, saturating the elongated distance between a man's head and his hand. The invitational scent prolonged his weariness. Chill, early mornings were not his favorite type of day. The kiss of sleep lingered unnaturally long on him turning him sluggish, irritable and cold. When sleep would no longer grace his figure but the heat of the afternoon wasn't around to wake him up, he was forced to rise and find an alternative. His fingers closed tighter around the scalding heat of the cup, his usual morning aid. The alternative to a warm sunbath. The bag wedged between the cup and his hand gave a quiet crunch which seemed louder to his tired ears then it ever could have been. With a tighter grip on both treasures, his figure felt free to tilt with out scare of them spilling or falling. His left hand fished through his front pocket to produce a room key.

There were simple comforts to this life of hectic, unstable schedules and constant motion. They kept him going and provided a security blanket of the strangest sorts. The first was dear to his early morning livelihood. He set it down on the table. A medium foam cup with the words 'Dunkin Donuts' slapped across the front. The scent of the Dunkaccino getting harder to resist but he ignored the blend of coffee and hot chocolate long enough to set down the other cup and the bag. The bag was caring surprises for the second of his comforts, his beloved girlfriend. She was his favorite obsession from his highest moments to his lowest lows. The dreary blues took a sweep of the room for signs of life but finding none he contented himself with his Dunkaccino and headed for the couch.

Thud-Whump
The beverage sloshed in it's cup sheltered tightly between Caleb's hands. The man's wide eyes darted to the base of the couch where the yellow blur of a tennis ball had just returned to. The noise had startled the mix breed to the point of defensive bristling prolonged by the second startling sight. "Tyler..." The word was almost to airy to hear and pressed out between lips that hadn't moved all day. "It's 7:15. How are you awake?" Caleb moved a warm hand over the back of his neck to sooth down the goosebumps. His morning voice was atrocious like a dying walrus. It was hard to imagine him a singer. "Holy... How did you drink that much?!" His voice was rising and loosing it's sleepy edge as his blood ran faster, perhaps warmer.
Thud-Whump
"I got a call..." Tyler's head was nearly on his shoulder. His right hand held the ball and his left was slung over it's corresponding knee.
"And?" Caleb flopped down on the couch, cradling the Dunkaccino.
"They wanted to apologize for loosing my luggage."
"They didn't loose your stuff."
"That's what I said..." Tyler rolled his eyes.
Thud-Whump
"So why didn't you just go back to sleep?" Caleb was getting up, the bathroom beckoning.
"Because..." Thud-Whump
"They said it was my wife's stuff... my wife..."
Thud-WhumpThud-Whump
The sound of the tennis ball made Caleb linger just outside the bathroom door.
"My wife, Katherine." He paused but didn't look. He heard the thud and knew Caleb had just thrown himself against the door frame. He knew the face that would be staring at him, the beautiful face seared with panic. He tilted his head back and brought his third beer to his lips. "You want one of these?" He threw a glance back to Caleb.

The saint was cradling his cup under his lips. Big round blue discs replaced his eyes like tiny slivers of the sky had been shaved off and placed outside the expanse of a dark ball. The fear struck eyes locked onto Tyler. "Kat... found us?" He whispered the words down to the lip of the cup which was running under his bottom lip in small circles.

"Dude, you should get off the...."
The bathroom door, the one Caleb had presumed vacant, cracked open. A lean figure slithered out, engulfing the saint before he could scramble off the door frame. Two arms blocked his rising form, keeping it from reaching it's full height. He was locked perfectly eye level with twinkling hues of yellow. "Caleb." As the name purred off the woman's lips she slid her figure into his, seeming to melt into his curves until she was perfectly placed about him. Her arms capturing him against the wall and her legs locking around either side of his. "It's so good to see you." The arms slid around his neck in a tight, lover's embrace. Her cheek came along side of his as she cradled his head. She gave a small hum, having completely engulfed him in her embrace.

[Asphyxia]

There it was, the rays of the sun slowly peaking through small unfortunate spaces, giving a brilliant lighting to the room. The lighting had illuminated to a certain point that it had even reached the bed at the corner of the bleached room, the rays oddly creating some stunning brightness radiate back from the bed. The color, at first, had seemed sort of snowy and somewhat frothy, but the contrast had taken a new tint from the sun. The tone had become powdery, still withholding some sort of vibrant touch to the skin exposed both over and under the sheets. It contrasted the stirred crimson to a certain point that at first, oblivious glance, it might have seem wine had been spilled over the pillows. Skin around closed eyelids had tightened perhaps more than intended, the lids lifting to reveal icy blues that with the brilliant exposure of lighting created a different spectrum of color, something reassembling ocean blue and sometimes taking a hue into something softer like sky blue. Immediately, when the eyelids had opened, they closed instinctively at the too much doses of light it had experienced in one weary blink. A powdery colored hand lifted from underneath the holds of the fabric covering the body resting inside, serving as a momentary cover before the sleeping beauty woke up from her--what seemed--eternal slumber. The hourglass figure shifted in a feline like manner toward the vanity mirror, the digits that molded together still shielded the lighting from intruding into her peripheral vision. Fake coloring didn't cover lashes this time, only natural lashes fluttered easily and healthily unto the dark circle-lacking skin, almost near the somewhat lifted cheekbones. The icy blues fell now unto the white tank top outlining her slender form along with every other curve of her body and scaled down the yellow shirts that barely had reached her thighs, also hugging her shapely form. The simple flicker of dismiss that fell from her head, causing the crimson locks to give a slight shake and tumble over her exposed shoulders made her disappear from the mirror's view and over to the door and into the hallway towards the bathroom. The weary eyes had taken a bare notice of two individuals that had been pinned against the wall. At first, Lilly had figured that maybe it was two band members mingling from being deprived at rehearsals so she had let it go but something interesting, maybe the heights caught her eye. While the palm of her hand lightly brushed over her flawless skin from weariness, the goddess stopped in her tracks, her eyebrows slightly furrowing before her steps reached the bathroom door. The curious blues wheeled their way back from where her lithe form had come from, stopping over a figure that seemed strangely familiar. Something about the lines and the figure it created wasn't right. The eyes then scanned up to the towering figure of a maybe scared feeling that her eyes had recognized even her hazy state. "Pfft.." tainted lips brushed together, forming a small noise, sounding something near a scoff but of disbelief. Why would Tyler dress as a woman and have her saint pinned up against the wall. Wait a minute... The porcelain skin that seemed to never have lines tightened once again in a forceful squint, the icy blues moving along with the curves that lined the figure she thought was Tyler, the bass player from Delta, Caleb's band. "Whoa." That looks like a woman. "That is a woman." The whispers drawn out in odd places and moments, the tone of her voice still withholding some sort of naive tune, but the sing song denote had sharpened at the edges, aiming ahead for a more girlfriend like jealousy. The sharp pang stunned her eyes, the blurry vision clearing into the reality coloring in front of her. "Oh... Caleb?"

[Little Lion]

Tyler's eyes moved in three frames - Lilly, space, Caleb and his sister. Rewinding a frame created the first genuine smile, a strange twist of satisfaction, at the sight of the pale creature he loathed almost as much as Caleb adored. Next to Kat, he was the second most alert body in the room and had connected the dots instantly. The result was a radiant pandemic hoisted on a pedestal in his mind. An explosion in the heart of the god's perfect couple, the tear in the curtain he'd been waiting for, if only it could have been more. The panic he had tasted hours ago, a bitter flavor of chill acids, had renewed itself in a sweeter sensation, rich and sugar coated with confusion. He knew his own panic would never escalate into something so saccharine, it had to be Caleb's emanating in little pulsing waves with each movement. Words escaped the usually ill remarking man, hanging just out of his mind's reach. His mouth slacked and parted, he held his breath. There were no words he could conjure to capture this moment, no words he could think of to make it worse or were there? The deceitful eyes tightened into a squint and the smirk ripped across his lips as quick as the words.
"Yo, quick, Caleb. Evasive maneuver four. Girlfriend number two is awake!

For a girl, Kat had quite the embrace. Caleb's shoulders were shrugged as high as they could go with out taking over his head yet he still couldn't slide his arms out from under her inked arms, especially the right one still holding onto his drink for all his life. He felt his figure turning on it's feet and realized Kat was rocking them back and forth in the slightest of sways. "I missed you so much." She whispered. "The night's are so lonely with out you." Her words had the strain of a lover kept at bay, the weariness and suffering of separation. "Tell me you missed me." The sweeter passion was replaced by a crazed, heated demand. A fluid movement of color on black marked the sharp whip of her head to stare up at the tall singer, the yellow eyes easily found his and bore into the drifting blues.

Caleb's attention perked as the familiar female voice reached his ears stirring in his heart the deep joys it inspired from the beginning yet demolishing them with the slide of the tone and the realization of his position. She couldn't see him like this, but where was he to hide? He couldn't just vanish, as much as he wished he'd inherited or known how to use that ability. "Lilly." His pitch was an octave higher, the tone of the guilty. "It's not what you think. It's not... bad. I mean it is but, not like thaaaa-" A groan escaped him and one eye squinted shut as Kat squeezed his elbows into his ribs. She hadn't spared time to look at Lilly, making it clear the other woman was unimportant. "Tell me..." She growled the words, pressuring him for attention. "I missed you." The face he was staring into was terrifying. It was a perfect blend of Tyler and angry woman, a woman like his mother. "A lot... a whole. lot." His face blanched in his fright and he forced sincerity, fearing she'd tear his arms off otherwise.

[Dara]

(al i can say is wow... great rp...I would love to join but i dont think there is room for me so i guess i just lurk with my pop corn)

[Asphyxia]

A cold yet warm numbing shiver ran down Lilly's spine. Not the one from inflicted fear but one from slow, effervescing anger. Fingernails from the porcelain digits of her hand found comfort inside of the palm, but a little too much as the grip tightened, hearing the voice she didn't have to turn around for to know how it belonged to. That mongrel... Were the first thoughts that invaded her mind as her form slowly began to shrug to itself slowly, the shoulders rising a bit toward neck level, like a cat bristling with fury but not quite. The vampire goddess had managed to keep some stifling composure in her body that made her seem more like a mannequin frozen in time with stunning and immaculate features. Letting the green monster slowly settle inside of her, the exposed shoulders began to fall in time with a low release of cold air. The digits unfurled from her death grip, twitching lightly before falling back to her side lifeless. Planned this. Of course he'd plan this. Tyler, known for having an everlasting hatred for Caleb's girlfriend, would be the principal suspect in this situation. He'd set this up just to see Lilly fall. She was not about to grant him the satisfaction.

It's not what it seems. Her adoration's words penetrated the shell of irk in construction like an arrow hitting directly in the wanted target. The skin already slightly tightened around the eyes tightened even more, the lashes closer to the icy blues that had taken a certain, cold and chiller gleam, a hand perched in its respected, disappointed girlfriend stuck-out curve, waiting for an explanation or perhaps what he really had to respond to the woman that had a very lover-like embrace and tight grip over him. The more Lilly observed the woman holding Caleb at her expense, the more Tyler's words had created the ringing, stomach churning and heart racing, paranoid sensation. Suddenly, the positions were all dropped. Hands were drooped to either side of her hourglass form, the weight placed over her hip drew back toward her bodily composure. Puckered skin around her eyes had smoothed and so had the scowl knitted between her eyebrows. Any other crease on her body had smoothed too gracefully, but the facial expressions taking over her face weren't as graceful but of both fret and surprise. Her icy blues had widened, luscious lashes reaching up to the lifted eyebrows. Something reassembling perhaps a very high pitched squeak that had been barely audible escaped the tainted, pressed lips of the girl watching the scene dumbfounded. I missed you. A lot. A whole. lot. The words rung ten times inside her head before she could break back into reality. Perhaps even more.

No.
A battle had taken place now inside of Lilly's mind. The tame, harmless and somewhat pacifist side of the angelic woman fought back the tension her turmoil suppressed into her dropped hands as if in defeat. The more abrasive, warrior-like side of her wanted to kill the woman for even laying a finger on the saint. But her girlfriend position wanted to slowly and painfully tear whoever that woman taking her boyfriend into an lover's hold like that apart starting by the threads of hair her fingertips were inkling to grab and rip her away. Neither of these options had really appealed Lilly although the third one had a nice taste in her imagination. Why wasn't she entirely mad at Caleb, however? She knew sometimes guys were terrible at words and explanations. One reason down. Caleb would never do anything to harm a girl. Two reasons down. He was too naive to even defend himself. Sigh. There was really no reason to be mad at her beloved at all. Still, something inside her, perhaps the spark of jealousy surfacing and for the sake of some kind of argument to release inner frustration, wanted to be mad at Caleb. Why had he was there in that position in the first place? Who the hell was that girl that looked oddly like Tyler? Inside of her, the questions answered once again. Maybe it was like that one girl, Montreal. She had an obsessive crush over Lilly's boyfriend and had tried something similar. Only this time, the girl went right into action instead of just simply demanding or wasting her verbal time. Stealing a very brief glance toward Tyler with the tail of her eyes, Lilly took in the overall expressions of his hideous face, taking down note of the crooked, distasteful smug sense of self satisfaction. Just by his presence, she knew this was all bad timing. Too much of a bad timing. One... Thump. Two... Thump. Three... "Get. Off. Of. Him." The words came out spoken in paused time in the only ways a threat wouldn't sound. Temperamental tantrums had slowly been rising inside of her, the crackling of a numbing feeling slowly coursing through her body and finger tips, leaving down the prickly sensation over her cool skin.

[You have 3 seconds. Exactly 3 fucking seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I'll gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you. :3]

[Little Lion]

The unholy confession left his mouth an ashen wasteland - still of breath and devoid of any sweeter phrase to recover his dignity. His eyes, dilated under the stress of the situation, were attached as if by string to the movements of his girlfriend. The stormy blues recorded every tremor in her arms, the uncertain sway and set of her hips and every ripple of emotion on her face. Imagery played back in his mind in slow motion, he tried to read into her motions enough to predict the outcome of this situation, if he would live to see another day. Yet, his mind worked like a clock whose battery was running out. The gears would tick forward, understanding, and the hand would move like he grasped the situation he had been thrust into, and then flop back two seconds, perpetually stuck in gainless motion. The dry lips parted inhale enough air to create a sentence but the gears locked again signaling his lips close, cutting off a thought. Like fish out of water, the gasping cycle continued only broken by the occasional twitch of the singers lean shoulders. At the elbow, his arms gave a flail searching for any part of Kat appropriate enough to grasp and propel her from him. From Kat's strength or Caleb's lack-there-of, Kat's suffocating grip was moved not an inch from Caleb's figure. "Kat..." The lovesick eyes hadn't strayed from their target and he was well aware of her approach. "Kat." A distraught chord hit the singers vocals sending it between an normal octave and that of the distressed. Another step and he went into quicker fidgets, a feline flipping and tossing to escape being held. Caleb was accustomed to being showered with a rainbow of agreeable, radiant moods from his lover with the occasional cloudy look when he blindly wounded her. He knew only tastes of her anger, but it had always been directed at Tyler. What she had conjured was a monstrous mix of seething jealous love he had never experienced head on. Cold acids churned in his stomach to remind him he was pinned into the collision.

Katherine's figure uncurled from it's leaning position across Caleb to something more presentable. Still clinging like a baby animal, she slid around his form, coming up on the opposite side Lilly was. Her face was pressed against the backside of his arm and she had swung herself just a bit behind him, putting the bewildered man between herself and Lilly as the unfortunate shield. "What? Don't tell me what to do, bitch!" An outraged shriek curled off her lips which pulled into an ugly snarl, wrinkling a touch around the nose. Flourishing her wrist up to point at Lilly, a quick birdie was thrown in the mix before the hand fastened around Caleb, keeping him from scampering off. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" The stone yellow marbles flashed, shooting poison daggers meant to intimidate from under the nearly pencil perfect eyebrows. Her bottom lip protruded in a strange pout before tucking in as she bit on her lip ring perfectly mimicking her brother's habits. Spitting it out, she turned her scowling face upwards. "Caleb, who is she?!" The demand was made with a half fisted smack to the stomach resounding in a low thump and wheeze.

"Eull." Caleb's eyes rolled and he buckled at the knees and waist. He had to admit, this was one way to wake up in the morning. "Take it easy, Katherine." The dark mumble was barely heard by the seething woman who was starting to shake him for an answer. His eyes were moving - the only sign that he was thinking. He was looking for words, the most delicate way to tell Kat about Lilly but every route ended with graphic imagery in his mind of himself being punched again or worse, Cut-throat Kat going for Lilly. He wouldn't live with himself if that happened and he was sure Lilly would have even less of it. "Just calm-" Caleb closed his mouth fast enough to make a small pop. A seething glare from Katherine and his tall bent oddly over in her arms, leaning away from the threat of a painful future. Turning to his dearly beloved, he looked for hopeful reassurance, a helping hand, anything but the bottled raw force wrapped around him. Instead, a nearly mirrored look snapped him back into Katherine, nearly toppling over her head. Oh god. The thought was printed across his face, a man scared senseless.

[Asphyxia]

In the time Lilly had been with Caleb, such anger had never been presented even in life-like situations like the one occurring just about now. The goddess had managed to look like a kitten about to turn into a lion, the scowling effects yet not puckering her smooth expressions even though the icy blues of her eyes had taken a different edge to them. The icy warmth that had always presented inside of them to melt and break hearts had taken a cold grip, the blue color leaving for another primary color, perhaps taken a thin film of a red tint now. Her bodily composure still lingered about the bathroom door even though it had been clearly facing the helpless couple in the wrong timing. The rage and anger over shaking the boiling girlfriend was because of jealousy she had never felt. Never in her life had the red-headed girl felt threatened by such an ugly creature that had been trying to control the only thing left in this world to keep her alive. The thought that raised her turmoil into fury even more was the fact that her boyfriend couldn't defend himself in these situations. He was so physically frail, so emotionally frail it made Lilly sometimes ponder on who was really the girl in the relationship but only for moments like these. When the porcelain fingers curled underneath her flattened palm, slowly forming into a ball, the smooth expressions slowly tightened in corners it had never been puckered up before. Caleb couldn't even answer a simple question, stand up for himself but it pained her. Whenever Kat crunched his frail body in her tightening grip, the pain could be felt and mirrored inside the vampire. She could feel it deep within herself. Something the mad girlfriend would never let pass ever again...

Around the necklace Lilly had hanging down to her shapely curved chest, something had begun to glow, like a faint glimmer of sparkling silver over the rings that shielded the real prized possession. No one knew about it, it was the perfect cover for just her eyes and mind to know the secret untold. Hearing Kat's question, Lilly wanted to be in the position of glaring at her boyfriend so he could extract an answer. The torn apart anger had placed her in such a position, she was fighting with herself. The strain of her jawline kept her in secure place, she could never do such a thing to Caleb. Not seeing the poor position he was in himself without even knowing. The straining, stunning features gave an iron determination about them before her arms crossed neatly across her chest, the stuck out foot sliding back to herself. "You didn't tell her, Caleb?" The normal silvery, sing-song and silky tones had all vanished; the tones that so brought heart-warming content to anyone surrounding her--except Tyler, obviously. The edge was darker, chiller, withholding some mystery about to outburst whenever no one expected it. The red tinted eyes shifted to her tall adoration, the eyebrow lifting in reassurance as a smirk twitched the faintest corner of her lips that were slowly curving into a frown. "I'm disappointed. How could you not let her know that there's someone else in your life? Clearly, you're tired of her and came to me. Pity she had to find out this way." The self satisfaction slowly growing over her bodily language took a defiance. A certain game emanated inside the goddess' head. Something that would either save or destroy Caleb's life but she'd take her chances. Just as long as Caleb was released from his death grip and targeted her instead. It was something that was going to be hard to achieve, but the princess could deal it immediately.

[Little Lion]

In an calamitous turn, the floor gave way to wooden stage. The audience and performers changed roles with every strained line and every move unfolded in a gut wrenching slowness. He knew what the lines should have been, and he knew how the scenes were supposed to flow but the timing was all wrong, the actors didn't know the lines the audience wanted to hear. The scenes were playing out in agonizing disaster - painful, plotted chaos. While his mind froze in chagrin, Kat's arms were exhorting a crushing force around Caleb's rib cage. Slowly, she had shallowed his breaths until the expansion of his lungs was nearly an impossible act. Despite her unnatural grip, it was the other woman who held the keys to his breathing and his breathlessness - his life and death. He was rendered unconscious of the stillness in his lungs by the focus placed on his angel. The iron intensity of her stare was a strangling force far greater then Katherine's arms. He was rendered helpless under it, a large figure of senseless life. He made no recovery between this and her final act - the whispered words of some chilling winter night's intensity. His lips parted in release of the last breath he had held onto, stolen away by his angel. With it, she had extracted a sense of argument deducing him into a whipped puppy. His mother had worked out of him a will to injure the feminine spirit in any form and underneath their arguments, he only felt their pain. This sensitivity was placed strongest in Lilly but, he was still unable to bring himself to injure Katherine by denouncing her bizarre feelings. Thus, the angry women were backing him into a tight corner and, de-clawed, he had no defense. The torn, helpless feeling created a sinking sensation in his stomach, a currently ever deepening pit. His eyes sought out his reassurance in Lilly's face and with difficulty expressed in his peeked looks, he deciphered the expressions flowing from his girlfriend and put together a feeling of assurance. He was able to breathe again - she wasn't angry with him but there was something looming that he couldn't put words too. He could still feel the cold vibes coming off Lilly in massive force. The goosebumps on his arm a visual testimony to their existence. I'm disappointed. Caleb's left shoulder rolled in, he drew his lips tight and stole a sideways glance at the girl. This was a level of reading difficulty he hadn't mastered and Lilly had become increasingly cryptic(rio). The truth to her challenge had hurt him, he hadn't told Katherine and that was unfair to Lilly but, the sluty cover had frozen his hurt in place. She left his head and stomach whirling uncontrollably across fact and fiction, the tender child-star didn't stand a moment's chance against the complexity of women.


Katherine turned her eyes a story up, into the tall star's. Batting them once, she turned them into a platform of fury demanding truth. "What didn't you tell me?" She spit the words out between her teeth. Lilly had the answer before the mortified boy could respond. Lilly's words caused Katherine to instantly release Caleb as if she had been hanging onto utter filth. "You did what?" Katherine's hands moved with a quickness that caused Caleb to flinch, fearing where they might end up. Her right hand curled and came towards him, a finger jetting into his chest. The severity of her expression frightened him, like something conjured in a nightmare. It wasn't a fear developed for himself and whatever consequence he might be dealt but it was a fear towards the frail, infatuated heart he could see underneath her anger screaming for his attention. "Caleb de Lavalle...." Katherine's voice broke into his mind making his eyes jump off Lilly. "Look me in the eye, right now, and tell me you're not fucking with that whore!" Kat's eyes narrowed. She knew as well as the next person, Caleb was a terrible liar under pressure just like his brother. "Kat..." She saw the blue eyes drifting to the corner of the couch. A trigger went off in her head like the resounding slap from Caleb's blow. The room became distorted, blurry on it's outer edges and tinted in a beautiful crimson - jealousy had never been green to her. Turning from Caleb, she sought out the cause of her distress - Lilly. She could feel an aching itch in her palms where her nails were digging in deeper. There was only one way she knew how to get rid of that itch and she set the practice into motion. Before Caleb could get out his explination, Kat was soaring across the room. Her itching fist was soothed by the rush of air over it as it steered for Lilly's jaw.

[Asphyxia]

The infuriated squint had dragged along the crushed adoration and his wordless replies. He had been imprisoned between two women: one he loved and one he feared. Lilly didn't blame Caleb for fearing Kat, her abrasive infatuation and over the border obsession she withheld for him would scare anyone. The only thing the goddess had wondered was how could he tolerate her for so long? How was Caleb still alive today? The swimming possibilities created a far worse effect on the beauty's expression, contorting them into something nearly frightening, a look of a crazed about to kill. The only possibility she had actually focused on screamed and mocked the stunning vampire; something she didn't want to believe but being a love-struck woman, the thoughts and feelings always tagged along. It was then that her reality snapped back when Kat's voice chimed in shudder-causing tunes. The events had occurred so quickly, each scene seemed to be presented in different slides of pictures instead of one fluctuating motion. Look me in the eye, right now, and tell me you're not fucking with that whore! Icy, cold blue-reds pin pointed down to the saint that had been finally released from one of his many upcoming miseries as if finally awaiting for some sort of respond, expecting, finally, a self-defensive statement or some sort of retaliation for all the damage the disgruntled woman had caused. Her name from his voice penetrated her ears more than several of times, pulsating the same image over and over again, taunting a side of her anger that was guarded by control. Blink. The picture had turned into an irked, intimidating woman now soaring in the princess' direction, fist lifted and directed. The icy blue's intake was that the fist had already swung and struck her right on the hollow part between the contours of her cheekbones and jawline, but the natural vampire reflex had seen the action in slow motion causing the shapely body to crouch down to her knees in time before the fist could fully reach the 360 degrees aim. The curves perfectly presented in her leaned body, her feet keeping outstanding ground control about to take action without hinting toward it in case it was actually needed. SNAP. Icy blues widened, a new chosen course of action dawning inside of her head, the luscious sea of crimson tumbling along her movements to perch back the way it had been before, almost if she hadn't moved at all, just crouched down without any other effort. Porcelain fingers had instinctively searched for the ends of her yellow shorts that slid up her thighs and had exposed a little more skin than really intended, grabbing said fabric and pulling it down like a phantom action. Tightened skin around the perfectly shaped eyes had puckered just the slightest, the new edge of the idea in her head presenting to be risky but impish. The head snapped back up to watch Kat's movements.