Post by janedoe on Aug 21, 2010 8:36:09 GMT -5
Prodigy- Winston Philmont Jr
He was tired of all the fighting, His father had burned the candlestick at both ends with all the other contacts that he had made, and in the year of being in the cliques he'd seen wonderful people come and go. It was his 19th birthday and without party or acknowledgement that he was having a birthday he'd made up his mind to at least give something new a chance.
He thought maybe it be suicide, but even in their battles he'd always not taken a stance to defend his father, but to protect those who were innocent in battle, and to hold true to those that had protected him along the way. His eyes fixed on himself, he dressed down for this occasion, nothing more than a pair of blue jeans, white tennis shoes, a yellow t-shirt and a simple fedora, cruising up to the building that the New Gods functioned out of.
He parked Lotus, stepping out of the car, Lotus shutting himself off and the car door opening for Winston. He stepped out of the car, and walked quietly across the walk way that went up to the front door of the mammoth metroplex. His eyes gazed upwards at the building, and he walked up to the front door of the building, reaching out and pressing the button next to the door.
He knew there were cameras locked on him now, probably guns to, all kinds of defensive system arrowing their gaze apon him, he didn't care, he was tired of the fighting, tired of alot of things, he wanted to make friends, he cared to much. He cleared his throat and spoke into the speaker infront of him.
"Winston Junior here...visiting..." He said, he didn't really know what else to say...
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Spectrum
Nina lounges, bored, unsatisfied expression on her face. One of her boys simpers near her elbow serving her tea and she shoo's him away, impatient, filing a nail and looking towards the huge window showing nothing but expanse of sky and clouds. Occasionally a chopper would mar the scene, and her golden eyes would flicker and look about her place. Perfect, but still, never enough. She'd had a smattering of New gods around all morning but she'd dismissed them, waving them off to the gym to await orders.
What good is it to be goddess when your hunger is never filled, your thirst never fully slaked. d**n life that sucks the joy out of everything, and d**n Schemer that can't keep a scheme going long enough to hold her interest. He really is 0-3 lately and it's boring. She'd almost give him a head start if she thought it would help. Her buzzer rings and she hears her number one go to answer it, beckoning her to come and see.
"Do I have to do.....<i>everything</i> myself?" she asks, but she rises, typical empire waist gown trailing behind her, dragging along the opulant Turkish carpets.
"Well now," her voice filters through the com system. "Look what the cat's dragged to my doorstep. Show him up." She glances at the screen again then turns away, her eyes rather like a cat's. If nothing else, this could proove to be an entertaining afternoon.
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Ok, Winston's powers are he controls telekinesis. He controls the atoms around him, when he powers up, there is a disruption in the molecules around him that will break down the atomic structure of everything around him, hince his clothing. If he pushes himself to hard, he will even break down the structure of his own body, doing major damage. He has some telepathic abilities too, but they are not often used, they are a strain on him.
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He smiled as the door opened, seeing the person standing there and nodded. "Good evening..." He said smiling. He stopped at the door, taking his cellphone out, wallet, ipod, and slid his hat off, sliding his items in the hat and handing them to the butler of sorts. "Here, I didn't want to come off as recording my conversations. The phone and Ipod are off...I have come to see Nina..." He said plainly a smile coming over his face as he ran his fingers over his perfect hair.
"Mind if I wash my hands real quick..." he said to the butler...then was taking to the bathroom. He stood there for five minutes washing his hands and face, then hands again...closing his eyes, a nervous breath coming from him as he had to make sure he was clean...finally letting out a breath of satisfaction, drying his hands and face dry, his hands a little dry, he'd been washing them too much lately, his automysophobia always taking over when he was nervous, thinking he was dirty when he was not.
He moved with the butler up the steps slowly to the room that Nina was in, he standing and moving in with the butler, looking from the butler to Nina with a smile, his beautiful eyes sparkling as he gave a soft smile, his white teeth peeking out as he cleared his throat and nodded to her. "Queen Nina..." He knew in his mind she wasn't really a queen or a goddess per say...but she was wealthy enough to be a queen, and powerful enough to be a goddess, and if that is how she wished to be addressed...she'd never been anything but good to him, respecting her wishes.
"I have come to see how you are doing, more for my own benefit than yours...after all, when we cross paths the honor is always mine..." His silver tongue working as always, he'd spent his life in a military school, learning after all about manners and how to properly address people in the several stations before god and man. And then he did something most unexpected, taking a step forward, a kneeling on a knee looking up into her eyes. "I see your are in good health, it pleases me..." He hoping to satisfy her, hoping she wouldn't take his actions as mockery, they were not the intention.
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She crosses the penthouse living room and into her boudoir, looking into the mirror and taking a moment to smooth out her hair, swept up high into a bun, her neck elegant and exposed. Interesting, Schemer's son, coming to see her on his own. Was it a trick? If it was, then he'd improved his manners as he looks rather harmless and vulnerable even, like a woman like her could swallow him up in 3 bites. She smirks at her reflection and rises, wandering back through the huge place, taking her time. She gets filled in by her number one and smiles, quite familiar with his proclivity for cleanliness. Though his interest in giving away all his electronics before the visit she finds interesting.
She shows herself finally, re-emerging into the living room and smiles over at Winston, but before she says anything, he is speaking, calling her "Queen', kneeling before her, showing her the kind of respect Kaios used to, her god name for his father, and she puts her fingers under his chin, looking into his eyes, her own hard to read, sparkling, and almost playful.
"So you kneel before Me finally, in a way that others have been lax in lately. Nice, very nice. Nina...is it?" She asks, mock-angry at him using her real name instead of calling her spectrum, or 'Naiam.'
"So you have come to pay homage to me and visit with me, and on your own, no less, interesting."
She gives nothing away, whether she is pleased, or not but she doesn't act angry, leaving him there on his knees still, hand on his head, long nails, softly brushing the hairs across his head.
"Bring us tea, and something sweet to eat. Oh , and some fruit too, be sure it is fresh." She finishes giving her staff orders, then takes her hand from his head and looks down on him, too pleased to see a philmont on his knees to tell him to rise yet. Besides, the carpets are soft.
She'd always had a god or goddess name for the others, the supers that traipse in and out of her world. But he, he was merely one of the spawn up to now, and she doesn't know what to call him, or if she wants to give him that status just yet. He's bearly earned the right to wear tights yet.
"Tell me dear heart, you did come alone, yes? You didn't bring a trail of nypd behind you? I really am not dressed for company."
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He didn't move his head, simply felt her fingers trailing through his hair, she could see the goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he lowered his head a little, he liked the feeling of her fingers and he said quietly. "No Spectrum...I am here alone. It is my birthday today, and I wasn't even remembered by the others to have a party..." He cleared his throat thinking a moment.
"I...normally try to avoid them the best I can, not have them follow me." He said with sheer honesty. When they followed it usually meant one trouble, two, him trying to save them, and then three, he ending up injured or unconscious laying naked somewhere to be found later. He wasn't in the mood for all of that, the team work of the clique was deminishing, and he was growing bored.
"The only person I brought was me Spectrum, no one else, no tricks, no traps...I'm not here to insult you with petty peons in a war of egos..." He spoke firmly, reaching down feeling a carpet a moment. "This is very nice carpet by the way..." he looking at it then up to her with a smile. "Wish I had carpet like this back at my place..." his teeth peeking out in their white luster as they sparkled a bit, he still had the glisten of child in him, but the last year in the clique had matured him, ontop of the schooling he had, he was in some ways rediscoverying the childhood he never had occasionally.
"I came to pay homage to you yes, to spend time with you yes...of my own free will and accord no less, and of coarse I should, after all...in this world there are none that spark my interest as you do..." He said with a smile. "Your light brightens my day...I miss fighting with you...the spectrum of my life has deminished with the brightness of your presence since you have left..." He said lowering his head back down with a sigh. "I miss you Spectrum..." He said almost defeatedly.
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"I bought it in Turkey from a sheik. It is very old, just like me."
She smiles a little, his charms evident, though she still considers this a precursor to a trap, it is amusing her and pleasing her, so therefore worth it. She will throw them out if the others are behind him. It's rather like a doll or a toy were laid at her feet, or a puppy to be petted. Unusual for her, she hesitates while he kneels, as if deciding what to do with him.
She listens to him lay it on very thick, with a bit of bravado and much sincerity, until she has had her fill, then she gestures with a well manicured hand for him to get up.
"Not a very nice way to treat the heir to the Schemer fortune, is it? Pity, well rise boy, come sit with me and enjoy what I have here. I am sure you will do with some birthday pampering. I have plenty to share." She makes her way to a deep cushioned sofa and lounges, while 3 servers bring in trays of drinks, desserts, and fruits piled high. She dismisses them and turns to Winston, waiting for him to join her. She wonders if she scares him, if he will sit across the room by himself or close to her on the sofa where she can reach him. A cat jumps into her lap and she strokes it, eyes rising to meet his.
Oh he definitely wants something. Time will tell.
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He looked at Spectrum and all the things brought in. Winston never did have much of an appetite, he taking his shoes off at the door and then walked across the room in his bare feet, feeling the carpet underneath his feet. He approached the couch, his eyes going around to all the seats, then to her, the way she just sat there as the servants made their way out of the room. This was nice, he didn't have many friends like this...none actually, usually by now something would have caught fire, been blown up, or the speaking of universal control would be the conversation.
He laughed a little clearing his throat. "Heir to the Schemer fortune, I hope that's not all that I am to the world..." he said thinking a moment. He wanted to create an identity of his own, kind of hard though with the wealth of his father always hanging over him.
His eyes glanced at the cat that hopped on her lap and he relized as she stroked the cat that there was a softer side to Spectrum, he always knew that there was a softer side to her...he just never had the chance to meet it. "Spectrum, I don't think that your old, but if you are...like the carpet, you've held your beauty and hid your age without flaw..." he said looking into her eyes with a smile then took a deep breath letting it out.
He sat down next to her, tense for a moment as the couch seemed to engulf him, then he sunk in relaxing a little bit sitting right next to Spectrum, looking at the snacks that were brought in. "Can I get you a cup of coffee...some fruit..." He said leaning forward to the table, pulling some grapes onto a plate and bringing the plate back between the two of them....looking up into her eyes smiling quietly, he grew silent as he looked into her eyes...seeing the golden flicker, he felt as if he were looking into the stars.
"You know Spectrum, I often at night will go outside and look at the stars, until this moment I thought that I had laid my eyes apon every constellation in the heavens...your eyes have proven me wrong in this assumption..." He smiling a little, his lips quivering in the smile as he obviously looked a bit nervous. "Maybe I should go..." he said blinking and taking a breath preparing to stand up.
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He speaks of his place in life and she holds her tongue. She's never seen any of Schemer's kids as anything but spawn and a waste of breath. Spoiled, bratty, indulgent. Useless in a fight without daddy. But maybe she could take another look at his son. If nothing else he would be quite the pawn, in the way she'd intended to do with Lark. She puts a palm up at that thought of lark and waves it away.
"Well most goddesses have been around for a very long time. I know it doesn't show on my pristine form." She smiles a little and watches as he contemplates the furniture, scritching the cat about the neck and head with her nails before it jumps down and wanders out of the room. Finally he sits next to her, unable to sit up straight in this over-stuffed sofa, feeling him sink down, probably closer than he intended to. She reaches out and touches his shoulder with her fingers, toying with the small hairs at the nape of his neck.
He looks like he wants to stand, scared to death but she stops him with a look, and her fingers on his shoulder. Her eyes glance to the fruit in his hands and her eyes glimmer, hearing him again, praising her. She lets her lips part, just a bit, indicating he could pop a grape between them, not saying a word as she leans forward a little.
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He blinked as he looked into her eyes, the light of her eyes sparkling off his eyes as he stared quietly into them for a long moment, feeling her fingers trail against the hair on the back of his neck, his eyes trembling closed for a moment to the sensation as he felt goosebumps pour down his spine he laying back slowly in the couch next to her.
He turned slowly one more looking into her eyes as he felt her fingers trail over his shoulder and then saw her move a bit closer, her lips parting, he didn't need to read minds to know what she wanted. He looked down a moment, pulling the nicest grape on the plate between his finger and thumb and lifted it up slowly.
He raised it up slowly looking into her eyes, leaning in a little closer to her as he looked into her eyes, the grape touching the edge of her lips as he pushed it slowly into her mouth, the tip of his finger grazing over her bottom lip, barely tugging on the soft flesh as he, ran his fingers over her lips and cheek, they sliding over the skin and tumbling off her jaw line...he smiling as he looked from her eyes to her lips then back into her eyes. "You are beauty..." He said almost in a whisper, not beautiful, she was beauty.
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Never over the top, never laying it on too thick. Nina eats it up, both the praise he bestows on her, over and over, and the plump grape. Her lips accept the fruit and it pops in her mouth, spraying juice towards Winston a little before her lips close and she giggles slightly, like a young girl might. Oh this was too good. Son of the fedora'd one on her couch, heaping her with the adoration she deserves and treating her like the goddess she is. This could keep her going for months. But slowly, slow Nina, you can use this, you will use this somehow, some day. If not tonight, soon. She brings a linen cloth to her lips and dabs them, opening her lips for another grape before she goes back to their conversation.
He really is very pretty, but ohh so young. Too young to pluck from the tree already? Perhaps. But not a child either. And it is nice to do something fun after so much mayhem in Manhattan, so much going wrong. Her New Avalon had not turned out to be so, and the last few weeks had involved her using her powers with the light to rebuild some of the infrastructure and buildings in the city, doing damage control so that the city and its council and mayor might see the new gods as the heroes and the Clique as the enemy, as it ought to be. Creature King comes to mind....Roddy..but she nudges him away for the moment.
"Where would you go Winston, if you could be anywhere right now in the world?"
Nina picks up a grape and holds it out for him, centimeters from his mouth.
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He smiled and ran his tongue over his lips, the juice had hit the edge of his lips, the juice pulling to his tongue as he traced over it, then smiled, swallowing it slowly. He looked into her eyes as she wanted another one, seeing her lips part open, reaching down taking another grape and sliding it with his fingers he placed it against her lips, pushing it in, his finger touching her lips again as he took a deep breath letting it out pulling his hand down.
He then saw her contemplating, oh he wanted to badly to dive into her mind, hear the thoughts she had but he did not, it took the fun out of life, it took living out of life, what was the point of spending time with someone if you knew everything about them before they ever opened their mouth. His eyebrows going up as he heard her speak.
"Where would I go Spectrum..." He said in a question form for a moment thinking on the topic then looked at the grape lean slowly into hit, his teeth opening touching the top and bottom of the grape as his lips wrapped around it, kissing the tip of her finger as he pulled it into his mouth, chewing it and swallowing.
"If I could be anywhere...I would have to say, somewhere comfortable, beautiful...somewhere safe..." he said looking around then back to Spectrum, looking into her eyes, she was rather close to him now. "I could be anywhere I would want to be in the world right now, I have chosen to be here right now...this is where I would want to be right now..."
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She watches him, reveling in the sensuality of the moment. He had learned a bit from this last relationship, or was it his first? She reaches forward and pats his mouth with the napkin, enjoying the closeness. Her eyes dart up suddenly, and look about the place as if she's heard something. She knows her servants are happy to have been dismissed, not even curious enough to watch the two on the sofa, as they are too eager to have some time to themselves where she is not calling them for one thing or another. Sometimes she doesn't sleep, and day and night she calls on her servants, nearly all men.
She is way too eager herself at the moment, this 'boy' falling into her lap, literally and her mind races , considering how she could use him, this, to both their advantage.Against Schemer this has much potential, and against his mother. She lounges and her fingers to to his hair again, twisting strands around her fingers, looking to the window, then back down to his seemingly trusting eyes. She'd love to read his mind right now, waiting for the punch line, but he truly seems to want this time with her and she allows it, for now.
"Winston," she says softly, her voice, quiet, nearly like a veiled warning.
"You know I don't have a heart, don't you? I won't fall in love with you."
She makes no apologies for what she is, enjoying his soft hair, playing with it, taking liberties as he doesn't pull away.
"I'm just not built that way. You should know that right now. I know bo..... men of your age sometimes look for more when you get close to a woman, and I just am not made for love. But I do enjoy your company. You are welcome her anytime."
With her other hand she reaches for a glass of red wine, taking a sip, waiting for him to jump up and run to the door at her broaching such a subject so directly.
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He looked into her eyes a moment, thinking for a moment. He wanted to give her something, something in return for the friendship she was showing, for the attention she gave him, the honesty she portrayed, she wasn't betraying him, at least he thought she wasn't. She was nothing but tender with him, even warned him of things he may not understand, but he was younger, wisdom came with age not so much from words.
He looked up into her eyes blinking for a long moment, he looked wounded when she said she could not feel, but not for himself, but for her. His eyes in that moment showed a sadness and pity that wasn't something of insult, but truelly a heart felt emotion as he looked from her one eye to the other then back, and closed his eyes a moment.
He for a brief moment melted the edge of his psyche with her, letting her feel the attraction that he had for her, if she could not sense emotions herself, he could let her feel vicariously through him for a moment in time, he gasping for air as he felt the flood of the mind hit him, then breaking the link and his head fell back into her hand that was twisting his strands of hair.
He laid his head back, pulling on the collar of his shirt as he felt sweat dripping down his neck, springing from his forehead and let out a very heavy breath. "Very warm in here..." he said nervously, looking into her eyes. "I'm not like other young men my age..." he said looking into her eyes. "If I were, I wouldn't be sitting here right now..."
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So far he'd given her no reason not to just enjoy this. For her there would be only one strike, though, not 3, and she fears nothing and no one, so she never has anything to lose. She takes what she wants and this young man that brought himself to her doorstep was very 'wantable' right now, even if it was no more than this, a little romp on the sofa. Seems like every time sex comes into play, one has fewer cards in their hands anyway. She had warned him though, her concession to a bit of kindness to a younger man that doesn't really know what spider's parlor he has stepped into, letting him know not to think too highly of where this could go beyond this moment, herself not capable of that sort of feeling, at least not anymore. That path was something she'd gone down years ago, and gone through the door, and shut it hard, locking it.
She turns her eyes back to his, not able to read him. Was he for real? For a moment he looks so lost and forlorn. Then suddenly a wave of......something.....feeling? Emotion? It washes over her and she closes her eyes, fist clenching the stem of her glass and she gingerly sets it back down on the tray, wine sloshing back and forth, one burgundy drip down the side of the goblet. For a moment she'd been inside his mind, or so it seemed, sensing what he feels for her, and nearly knocking her off the couch before she braces herself. She must have cried out once, her servant appearing in the doorway, then backing back out again.
When she opens her eyes they dart to him, pink slip of her tongue darting out to moisten too dry lips.
"What did you do to me? What did you <i>give</i> me?"
Her thumb is on his cheek, feeling the smoothness of it, then the rough whiskers lower, on his chin. Doesn't he understand? He's a doll, a toy, and if he stays, he will do only what she wants of him.
"Yes, I can see that," she answers quickly. "If you were, you would be afraid of me."
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He cleared his mind a moment, blinking and then whispered to her. "Don't fight it this time..." he said looking into her eyes for a long long moment. He leaned forward, his body pressed against her's as he pressed his forehead against her's, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath letting it out, as he whispered. "I am going to share my emotions with you, you cannot feel for yourself, but I can let you feel what I feel..." he said. "It is difficult..."
He closed his eyes, his hands slid over her cheeks as he ran his finger tips over her ear lobes, pulling the hair over them, and let his psyche once more meld with her's...his emotions this time not flooding her mind, but slowly letting them ease into her, letting her embrace the emotions if she wished, they simply floating there in the bounds of the psyche...
His voice wasn't a voice now, it was a thought of his voice flooding around her as he spoke from his mind to hear, letting her feel his deep rooted emotions that he had for her, that he had had since the first time he'd seen her, they were very vivid and powerful emotions, and he saw in her mind where her emotions were shut off...he wanted to fix it, but he couldn't do it, it wasn't for him to do...that is a rule to the psyche that one should never break, trying to change people...
After a few moments he pulled from her mind, taking another breath...his body flying across the room as he took the pyschic damage for the mind meld, leaving Spectrum completely unharmed, his skin glowing a soft blue for a moment, his shirt and jeans looking a bit worn as he gained control of himself, nearly going into telekinetic form.
He stood up, his shirt crumbled in sections, areas of it with holes...same with his jeans, brushing himself off and rubbing his head as he moved back over to the couch, taking a seat. "Sorry, I'm not that good with the mind yet..." He looking up into Spectrum's eyes. "I am not afraid of that which I respect..." he said commenting on what she had said a moment prior.
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Letting him take her mind feels wrong, so wrong, like when Schemer sends her messages, summoning her from wherever, to wherever she might be. It's always an invasion, a mind f***, and she throws up a block immediately. But she hears him, then feels him, cloying at her and she decides she will show no fear of being controlled, as she can stop it at any time, right? Of course right. So she lets him do it, knee ready to groin him if she wants it to stop, foot ready to kick him clear if she wants it.
His touch feels good on her earlobes though and she feels his forehead against hers, wanting to see what he shows her. There is no way she can use him for anything if she does not understand him. Such a strange boy, so different from his fath--- her thoughts are broken off and she feels only him, invading her head, memories of a year ago, or was it more when she first found about about his son, introduced to him, and always the furtive looks at her then the backing off. She was used to that from the philmonts but now she sees how much more there is, how he feels about her, what he wants, wishes, longs for. She feels them as if they are his alone, like stepping into his body for that moment in time. For that moment, she feels as if her head will just fly off completely, her heart stretched to it's limit, her body flushed, confused, pulse racing.
Then suddenly he is thrust from her as quickly as her mind was assaulted, and he is is coming back to her, apologizing, looking as if he took damage in an accident, and again that young voice, so trusting that she will take what he gave her and feel something back? Maybe, or just not hurt him for it.
Her eyes are big, then softer, shaking her head slightly and pulling herself back together. She is curious, her body aroused and affected by all of it.
"Why? Why do you want to be so open? It's so.....dangerous for you. with your abilities, the wall could be erected to protect you fully, from nearly anyone."
Her voice is not mocking, but curious, and maybe a little grateful . She owes him, but she is not used to feeling in someone's debt, especially not a man.
She'd warned him, and this was it, here. He'd laid out all his cards, even his trump, where she could stomp all over them. Again, the 'why' in her mind, and she looks to him, questioning.
"Be careful..."
He'd started her up, like an engine, like a feral cat stalking.....
This could not end well for him. But the trip there could be....amazing.
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He cleared his throat, holding his head a moment as he sat back down next to her, his clothes tattered and he was a bit woozy on his feet as he sat down next to her. He closed his eyes laying his head on her shoulder for a moment. "You said once that I was like a young god..." He said to her in a waking thought, thinking about the past and then looked up into her eyes.
"My father speaks of me as a tool, the clique uses me as a weapon, I'm always being used, but they do it out of trickery for self gain and spite, doing it behind my back, using me to their advantage without my knowledge..." He said thinking for a moment looking out the window. "You admit to me in full of your intentions, you do not use me, but compliment me...you treat me as more than just a foolish young man without the deservance to know the most basic of emotional commodities..."
He sighed looking out the window. "Even now I look out the window for the light of the sun, and it is nay as bright as the glimmer of your eyes...who needs the sun or moon when they are shaded by the light of your eyes Spectrum..." He looking back at her again, his eyes looking quietly into her's for a long moment.
"You said I have much to learn, you said it as if you would be there to teach it, then you left and the clique was not the same without you, I was not the same without you..." He looked down quietly, then back up into her eyes again. "You ask why I am so open with you, if I cannot be open with you, what can I be with you..."
"I could live my life walling out everyone in my life, and my mind would be protected from the world, I could shift form and no one could ever touch me..." He said as he held his hand out, it turning a soft blue reaching down to his knee, resting it as the fibers of the knee of his jeans simply faded to atoms turning to mist and disappearing, his hand going back to normal.
"I am tired of being careful, careful is the life of one that does not live...it is for those who do not smell or taste, it is for common people that live unextrodinary lives and live in the shadows of those living for them..." He biting his lower lip looking down. "You tell me to be careful...but you do not show me what I should be careful of..." His eyes looking up into her eyes, blinking trying to understand. "You know I care for you...I am care..ful...."
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She allows his head on her shoulder for a few moments, but then gets restless, slipping out from under him and rising, her white dress dragging behind her, about her when she turns to look at him. She doesn't feel the tenderness he feels, but now she knows it, all that he feels about her, and for her. But still, she does not feel anything but lust and power, keeping both at bay at the moment as they speak.
"I speak not of my intentions, but of my nature. I know who I am. And you <b>are</b> a young god, like Eros. You just need some control of your impulses to manage yourself, to make what you can do work for you, instead of against you."
She waves off what he says about his father, and the rest of the Clique. "What do they know of care? They only know what they wish to accomplish, and do not think anything through. They also do not win." She smirks slightly, resisting the urge to laugh. What the hell was wrong with him, that none of his schemes go to completion? Maybe it's a premature problem, something a blue pill could take care of, or a strong woman with big boots.
"It's true, I can teach you much. Someone like you in my hands, or at my side, we'd be a formidable team. But Winston, they will never let you go to me. He would never allow such travesty, even though he did try to kill all of you, even all of his children, and you, with your own child on the way."
That is the one thing that Nina doesn't speak of. Why should she speak of that which she does not care. SHe is not jealous of Alyssa, nor would she be, even past today. For what? She is a misguided mortal, on the police force. something is very wrong with that woman but that is not Nina's problem, and she doesn't give her a thought, or even ask Winston, Jr. why he is here with her when Alyssa is somewhere expecting his devotion to her only. What does she care? She doesn't, and she narrows her eyes at the situation at hand, wondering why she wants to give him an out. Young man, adoring her from afar, allowed inside.....what could be bad about that? It's win-win for Nina.
And if he gets hurt, that will be his undoing. She did try to warn him. If he doesn't heed it, that is his responsiblity. She is not his mother.
"I could never be accused of being common, " she says suddenly, watching the demonstration with his hand and answering him matter-of-factly."
He looks into her eyes and her own are not as his are, feeling nothing of the emotion, or the care, only that she would take him in a heartbeat and leave not much behind. She laughs a little, her eyes shining brightly, filling up the room once before they settle down.
"What should you be careful of? Of me, my dear young man. " She settles down next to him, eyes cold and brilliant. "I can break your heart."
She takes up another grape and holds it, poised in the air between them like an offering, as if the taking of such was a decision made. Her eyes examine his, seeming to ask silently, 'well, what'll it be?'
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He was at a cross road, the clique or the new gods. Which way was he to turn, to continue down the road with his father, or taste the fruit of a new vine. He looked into her eyes, had she not cared, she wouldn't have told him that she felt nothing, for if she had not cared she wouldn't have said anything at all...perhaps there was a small crack in that wall of emotion she held that was so solid in it's mental structure, perhaps feeling no emotion for her kept her sane....after all what exactly was sanity.
He thought for a long moment, she cared not of any aspect of his life, not for spite or anger, simply they were of no concern to her, she only seemed to hold some type of strange concern for Winston Jr. Or so he seemed to think she did. She was beautiful, she was powerful, she was rich...but she was something that none of the others were...she was honest..."
He licked his lips a moment looking at the fruit and then into her eyes...and he moved forward slowly...his teeth peeking out as he took the grape, his tongue pushing against the back of it as he let her feed him again, his lips wrapping around the grape as he pulled it into his mouth closing his eyes as eating it slowly, the juice peeking over his lips as he swallowed it...then slowly opened his eyes to look up into her's.
"Better to break my heart in honesty, then to break it in lies and deceit..." He said with a firm tone. "Either road I take I fear my heart shall be broken..." His lips brushing her fingers as he looked at them, and then back into her eyes...he was young and brave...a true sophomore of life, a young fool.
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Honesty? He chooses her over lies and deceipt. Poor boy. But what a way to go. And such a dreamer talking about heartbreak. But then Nina got her heart broken once. Just once. He was so young so....maleable. She smiles and leans in, eyes full of knowing, so much knowing,
his full of hope, and lust, yes, much lust she's looking upon. That young lust won't be nearly as fulfilled today as it hopes to, but does not know it yet. If there is one thing she knows, and she knows many after all her years of experience with these matters......love spurned, is more likely the strongest love of all. In this case, not spurned so much as....
made to wait.
"Delicious," she says, that single word, eyes narrow and pointed as a spider eyeing its prey and she captures his mouth before the juice from the grape is gone, wiped away or dripped off or licked off,
her lips capturing his in a great kiss, before breaking away suddenly in a laugh, a happy laugh of a girl, feeling very young all of a sudden in her body of a 'goddess'.
"Just delicious."
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He felt the kiss, and blinked at the feeling of it. Her lips were precious, tempting and soft. He caught a sigh escaping his lips and his eyes glowed yellow a brief moment, feeling the sensations she just felt...they sparking something inside of him that took him by surprise. "You do look delicious..." He said as he looked into her eyes.
He stood up slowly, reaching down and lifted her up into his arms, looking her in the eyes for a long moment, and then laid her gently down on the couch. He reached out with his hands pulling her hair over her ear...smiling as he looked into her eyes. "Let me serve you first goddess..." He said with a smile...turning her in the puffy couch onto her stomach.
He straddled her rear end and began to rub her back gently, his fingers grinding deep into the muscles of her back. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I'm not completely oblivious to some of the things that women like..." He said...so sadly confident he was in his knowledge of women, as her knowledge of men was far more...experienced..then his own.
His hands were strong, he was a fit young man, at one point he moved up her back to her shoulder blades pulling her hair to the side whispering into her ear. "I forgot to ask if you enjoyed massages your majesty...I...want to make sure it pleases you..." he said with a smile, he peeking around her cheek, looking into her eyes with a smile.
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She watches his reaction, her own something of a smile, for she is truly enjoying herself, and always a bit of a smirk mixed in, the thought that she has her pawn so easily, without asking, without forcing or commanding is too good to be true. And so much more pleasant than the female Schemer-children, with their pouting and useless habits. She runs her hand over his chest once, and looks into his eyes. He truly does not seem worried about her hooks as she pushed them into him, roped, tied, and dragged him around the ranch for awhile. He pulls her up into his arms and she lets him, even going so far as to let him lie her down as he does, following so smartly with the offer to serve her, which makes the leading somewhat palatable.
It would be much more pleasant to toss him around some and send him home bruised and with a memory of this evening, and a souvenir but she will take it gently at first. After all, how much experience has he really had? She lays it on thick, giving back as much as he gives with the sensual way she moves, his hands gliding over her back tedious and ticklish, but when he grinds in his fingers and rubs deeper into her muscles she rewards him with a small sound of pleasure, letting him massage her for a awhile before she speaks.
"You know Eros," she says, head turned sideways as he sits astride her back, addressing him with the pet god name she had bestowed on him when they first started this little party,"
"...you know this is not going to be easy when your father finds out. But then nothing really good, ever is easy, is it?" she says with a quick jerk of her body and at a speed at which he cannot calculate, she flips around and nails his chest with the soul of her fooT, kicking him across the floor, following, and putting the same foot on his chest when he lands.
"I did try to hold back some," she says, mock-apologetically, laughing a little.
"Oh you are so pretty, aren't you? Nope, daddy is <i>not</i> going to be pleased."
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He looked up into her eyes blinking and gasping for air, his eyes burning blue as did his skin as he melded into telekinetic form. His body rippled with energy as the clothing around him melted from fibers to atoms desintigrating from his being. He flew from beneath her foot, barely able to break it, the wind knocked out of him, she'd really caught him off guard.
He collapsed from the air, his body landing on his hands and feet as he coughed, the glow around his body disappearing as he barely held himself on his hands and feet, weezing, trying to catch his breath, his face going blue as he coughed and choaked...then he slumped forward to the ground. His face dug into the carpet as he laid still on the floor...his eyes going shut, his face going pale as he laid still without breath, she'd collapsed his lungs...
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She looks down at junior, looking very pale suddenly, the lack of clothes not so alarming, having become used to that from the few brushes with him during escapades with the Clique, and his way of losing his clothing at a moment's notice. But this was very wrong, his color fading, and he obviously was not breathing at all. She goes to her knees, one small place in her telling her this is some kind of trick, but she kneels over him , billows of white frothy cloth around her and under her scrunched up and turns her head to listen to his chest, then her ear to his lips, to hear or feel him breathing.
She tips his head back gingerly, fingers at his chin, opening his lips and puts her lips to his again, not with a kiss, but a life-offering breath, counting to 3 then again, and once more, breathing air into his lungs, listening, watching for him to start breathing on his own.
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After the fourth breath she could feel a pop as the air finally entered his lungs, uncollapsing them. He laid still through a few more breaths before he finally came to. Unlike some of the other heroes of the group, he didn't have a super suit to negate damage, he was able to control atoms, create wonders of damage, but when it came to taking damage, if he could not avoid it, he was pretty much normal in that way.
His eyes broke open as he gasped for air, weezing horridly, his fingers gripping the carpet below him as his body flexed in agony. He caught his breath, blinking a few times then coughed and coughed...finally coming to. He laid there a moment, just focusing on his breathing...the room spinning, his balance shot, he was a mess in his head...the room spinning and all he saw was Spectrum.
"Spectrum..." He said as he blinked. "Have I died, is this heaven...you...really are a goddess..." He said blinking. His eyes looked glazed like he was in some kind of odd mental stooper...sitting up slowely, then stumbling back onto his back, looking around the room as his back bumped against the wall...he taking another breath letting it out, catching his composure as he stood up. "...trying to kill me Spectrum..." He looking at her and then he started to laugh. "Just cause you can take those kinds of hits, doesn't mean I can..." he laughing, a bruise forming on his chest the shape of her foot....it looked painful...
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Nina brings junior back with her breath, hearing and feeling the lungs allow breath, and start breathing on their own. She lifts up his back and kisses his forehead, listening for him to breathe more easily, watching for his color to improve.
He finally opens his eyes and she is relieved. She's grown a bit fond of him and not ready for him to kick off just yet, even if she is lacking in some of the sentimentality of other women.
"I honestly thought you could handle Me dear boy. It's not as if i kicked you at the speed of light." She grins a little lop-sided grin.
"No, it's not heaven, this is Manhattan."
She grabs a glass and puts it to his lips, thinking it is water, but as she does so, she smells the vodka.
"Hm wait, maybe something else. What do you need, anything, just ask."
She orders the servants to bring him whatever he desires or needs, reaching out to touch the tender place shaped like her foot.
"You know, this is the most fun I've had in a very long time. And I live with Creature king. I mean that's more fun than a barrel of monkeys," she says and laughs at her little joke, wondering why she is giddy and kneeling still on the floor when others could be doing it.
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He took the glass from her. "This water will be fine..." He said tipping it back, he guzzled it, about three gulps in his eyes spring wide as he gulps the last bit of it. "WOOOOOOOOO..." he yells out, dropping the glass. "What the hell was that..." He making faces as he blinked. "HOT d**n..." He pronounced...kicking his foot to the floor, then shook his head blinking. "Man...that had a kick..."
He looked at her and smirked. "Does everything at this place have to kick my ass..." He said laughing standing there. A moment later he blinked as he felt his head getting warm, the pain of his chest kinda melting away as he smiled to Spectrum...walking over to her, sliding his hands around her waist...whispering into her ear.
"I like the way your body moves..." He said with a smile, placing his lips on her ear, kissing it gently, then her neck. "Why don't we forget about drinks...I think there are lots of ways to quinch my thirst that don't come from a bottle..." He drawing back, his eyes dialating a hair as he winked at her...taking a deep breath letting it out, the smell of the alcohol on his breath.
He then stepped back, placing his hands behind his head and stretched yawning. "Aawwwww maaaan...." He said as he stretched all the way back taking a long deep breath letting it out. "Do you have somewhere I could lay down for a while..." he said looking back to her slowly...sliding his hands down his abs looking into her eyes...
He was tired of all the fighting, His father had burned the candlestick at both ends with all the other contacts that he had made, and in the year of being in the cliques he'd seen wonderful people come and go. It was his 19th birthday and without party or acknowledgement that he was having a birthday he'd made up his mind to at least give something new a chance.
He thought maybe it be suicide, but even in their battles he'd always not taken a stance to defend his father, but to protect those who were innocent in battle, and to hold true to those that had protected him along the way. His eyes fixed on himself, he dressed down for this occasion, nothing more than a pair of blue jeans, white tennis shoes, a yellow t-shirt and a simple fedora, cruising up to the building that the New Gods functioned out of.
He parked Lotus, stepping out of the car, Lotus shutting himself off and the car door opening for Winston. He stepped out of the car, and walked quietly across the walk way that went up to the front door of the mammoth metroplex. His eyes gazed upwards at the building, and he walked up to the front door of the building, reaching out and pressing the button next to the door.
He knew there were cameras locked on him now, probably guns to, all kinds of defensive system arrowing their gaze apon him, he didn't care, he was tired of the fighting, tired of alot of things, he wanted to make friends, he cared to much. He cleared his throat and spoke into the speaker infront of him.
"Winston Junior here...visiting..." He said, he didn't really know what else to say...
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Spectrum
Nina lounges, bored, unsatisfied expression on her face. One of her boys simpers near her elbow serving her tea and she shoo's him away, impatient, filing a nail and looking towards the huge window showing nothing but expanse of sky and clouds. Occasionally a chopper would mar the scene, and her golden eyes would flicker and look about her place. Perfect, but still, never enough. She'd had a smattering of New gods around all morning but she'd dismissed them, waving them off to the gym to await orders.
What good is it to be goddess when your hunger is never filled, your thirst never fully slaked. d**n life that sucks the joy out of everything, and d**n Schemer that can't keep a scheme going long enough to hold her interest. He really is 0-3 lately and it's boring. She'd almost give him a head start if she thought it would help. Her buzzer rings and she hears her number one go to answer it, beckoning her to come and see.
"Do I have to do.....<i>everything</i> myself?" she asks, but she rises, typical empire waist gown trailing behind her, dragging along the opulant Turkish carpets.
"Well now," her voice filters through the com system. "Look what the cat's dragged to my doorstep. Show him up." She glances at the screen again then turns away, her eyes rather like a cat's. If nothing else, this could proove to be an entertaining afternoon.
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Ok, Winston's powers are he controls telekinesis. He controls the atoms around him, when he powers up, there is a disruption in the molecules around him that will break down the atomic structure of everything around him, hince his clothing. If he pushes himself to hard, he will even break down the structure of his own body, doing major damage. He has some telepathic abilities too, but they are not often used, they are a strain on him.
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He smiled as the door opened, seeing the person standing there and nodded. "Good evening..." He said smiling. He stopped at the door, taking his cellphone out, wallet, ipod, and slid his hat off, sliding his items in the hat and handing them to the butler of sorts. "Here, I didn't want to come off as recording my conversations. The phone and Ipod are off...I have come to see Nina..." He said plainly a smile coming over his face as he ran his fingers over his perfect hair.
"Mind if I wash my hands real quick..." he said to the butler...then was taking to the bathroom. He stood there for five minutes washing his hands and face, then hands again...closing his eyes, a nervous breath coming from him as he had to make sure he was clean...finally letting out a breath of satisfaction, drying his hands and face dry, his hands a little dry, he'd been washing them too much lately, his automysophobia always taking over when he was nervous, thinking he was dirty when he was not.
He moved with the butler up the steps slowly to the room that Nina was in, he standing and moving in with the butler, looking from the butler to Nina with a smile, his beautiful eyes sparkling as he gave a soft smile, his white teeth peeking out as he cleared his throat and nodded to her. "Queen Nina..." He knew in his mind she wasn't really a queen or a goddess per say...but she was wealthy enough to be a queen, and powerful enough to be a goddess, and if that is how she wished to be addressed...she'd never been anything but good to him, respecting her wishes.
"I have come to see how you are doing, more for my own benefit than yours...after all, when we cross paths the honor is always mine..." His silver tongue working as always, he'd spent his life in a military school, learning after all about manners and how to properly address people in the several stations before god and man. And then he did something most unexpected, taking a step forward, a kneeling on a knee looking up into her eyes. "I see your are in good health, it pleases me..." He hoping to satisfy her, hoping she wouldn't take his actions as mockery, they were not the intention.
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She crosses the penthouse living room and into her boudoir, looking into the mirror and taking a moment to smooth out her hair, swept up high into a bun, her neck elegant and exposed. Interesting, Schemer's son, coming to see her on his own. Was it a trick? If it was, then he'd improved his manners as he looks rather harmless and vulnerable even, like a woman like her could swallow him up in 3 bites. She smirks at her reflection and rises, wandering back through the huge place, taking her time. She gets filled in by her number one and smiles, quite familiar with his proclivity for cleanliness. Though his interest in giving away all his electronics before the visit she finds interesting.
She shows herself finally, re-emerging into the living room and smiles over at Winston, but before she says anything, he is speaking, calling her "Queen', kneeling before her, showing her the kind of respect Kaios used to, her god name for his father, and she puts her fingers under his chin, looking into his eyes, her own hard to read, sparkling, and almost playful.
"So you kneel before Me finally, in a way that others have been lax in lately. Nice, very nice. Nina...is it?" She asks, mock-angry at him using her real name instead of calling her spectrum, or 'Naiam.'
"So you have come to pay homage to me and visit with me, and on your own, no less, interesting."
She gives nothing away, whether she is pleased, or not but she doesn't act angry, leaving him there on his knees still, hand on his head, long nails, softly brushing the hairs across his head.
"Bring us tea, and something sweet to eat. Oh , and some fruit too, be sure it is fresh." She finishes giving her staff orders, then takes her hand from his head and looks down on him, too pleased to see a philmont on his knees to tell him to rise yet. Besides, the carpets are soft.
She'd always had a god or goddess name for the others, the supers that traipse in and out of her world. But he, he was merely one of the spawn up to now, and she doesn't know what to call him, or if she wants to give him that status just yet. He's bearly earned the right to wear tights yet.
"Tell me dear heart, you did come alone, yes? You didn't bring a trail of nypd behind you? I really am not dressed for company."
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He didn't move his head, simply felt her fingers trailing through his hair, she could see the goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he lowered his head a little, he liked the feeling of her fingers and he said quietly. "No Spectrum...I am here alone. It is my birthday today, and I wasn't even remembered by the others to have a party..." He cleared his throat thinking a moment.
"I...normally try to avoid them the best I can, not have them follow me." He said with sheer honesty. When they followed it usually meant one trouble, two, him trying to save them, and then three, he ending up injured or unconscious laying naked somewhere to be found later. He wasn't in the mood for all of that, the team work of the clique was deminishing, and he was growing bored.
"The only person I brought was me Spectrum, no one else, no tricks, no traps...I'm not here to insult you with petty peons in a war of egos..." He spoke firmly, reaching down feeling a carpet a moment. "This is very nice carpet by the way..." he looking at it then up to her with a smile. "Wish I had carpet like this back at my place..." his teeth peeking out in their white luster as they sparkled a bit, he still had the glisten of child in him, but the last year in the clique had matured him, ontop of the schooling he had, he was in some ways rediscoverying the childhood he never had occasionally.
"I came to pay homage to you yes, to spend time with you yes...of my own free will and accord no less, and of coarse I should, after all...in this world there are none that spark my interest as you do..." He said with a smile. "Your light brightens my day...I miss fighting with you...the spectrum of my life has deminished with the brightness of your presence since you have left..." He said lowering his head back down with a sigh. "I miss you Spectrum..." He said almost defeatedly.
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"I bought it in Turkey from a sheik. It is very old, just like me."
She smiles a little, his charms evident, though she still considers this a precursor to a trap, it is amusing her and pleasing her, so therefore worth it. She will throw them out if the others are behind him. It's rather like a doll or a toy were laid at her feet, or a puppy to be petted. Unusual for her, she hesitates while he kneels, as if deciding what to do with him.
She listens to him lay it on very thick, with a bit of bravado and much sincerity, until she has had her fill, then she gestures with a well manicured hand for him to get up.
"Not a very nice way to treat the heir to the Schemer fortune, is it? Pity, well rise boy, come sit with me and enjoy what I have here. I am sure you will do with some birthday pampering. I have plenty to share." She makes her way to a deep cushioned sofa and lounges, while 3 servers bring in trays of drinks, desserts, and fruits piled high. She dismisses them and turns to Winston, waiting for him to join her. She wonders if she scares him, if he will sit across the room by himself or close to her on the sofa where she can reach him. A cat jumps into her lap and she strokes it, eyes rising to meet his.
Oh he definitely wants something. Time will tell.
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He looked at Spectrum and all the things brought in. Winston never did have much of an appetite, he taking his shoes off at the door and then walked across the room in his bare feet, feeling the carpet underneath his feet. He approached the couch, his eyes going around to all the seats, then to her, the way she just sat there as the servants made their way out of the room. This was nice, he didn't have many friends like this...none actually, usually by now something would have caught fire, been blown up, or the speaking of universal control would be the conversation.
He laughed a little clearing his throat. "Heir to the Schemer fortune, I hope that's not all that I am to the world..." he said thinking a moment. He wanted to create an identity of his own, kind of hard though with the wealth of his father always hanging over him.
His eyes glanced at the cat that hopped on her lap and he relized as she stroked the cat that there was a softer side to Spectrum, he always knew that there was a softer side to her...he just never had the chance to meet it. "Spectrum, I don't think that your old, but if you are...like the carpet, you've held your beauty and hid your age without flaw..." he said looking into her eyes with a smile then took a deep breath letting it out.
He sat down next to her, tense for a moment as the couch seemed to engulf him, then he sunk in relaxing a little bit sitting right next to Spectrum, looking at the snacks that were brought in. "Can I get you a cup of coffee...some fruit..." He said leaning forward to the table, pulling some grapes onto a plate and bringing the plate back between the two of them....looking up into her eyes smiling quietly, he grew silent as he looked into her eyes...seeing the golden flicker, he felt as if he were looking into the stars.
"You know Spectrum, I often at night will go outside and look at the stars, until this moment I thought that I had laid my eyes apon every constellation in the heavens...your eyes have proven me wrong in this assumption..." He smiling a little, his lips quivering in the smile as he obviously looked a bit nervous. "Maybe I should go..." he said blinking and taking a breath preparing to stand up.
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He speaks of his place in life and she holds her tongue. She's never seen any of Schemer's kids as anything but spawn and a waste of breath. Spoiled, bratty, indulgent. Useless in a fight without daddy. But maybe she could take another look at his son. If nothing else he would be quite the pawn, in the way she'd intended to do with Lark. She puts a palm up at that thought of lark and waves it away.
"Well most goddesses have been around for a very long time. I know it doesn't show on my pristine form." She smiles a little and watches as he contemplates the furniture, scritching the cat about the neck and head with her nails before it jumps down and wanders out of the room. Finally he sits next to her, unable to sit up straight in this over-stuffed sofa, feeling him sink down, probably closer than he intended to. She reaches out and touches his shoulder with her fingers, toying with the small hairs at the nape of his neck.
He looks like he wants to stand, scared to death but she stops him with a look, and her fingers on his shoulder. Her eyes glance to the fruit in his hands and her eyes glimmer, hearing him again, praising her. She lets her lips part, just a bit, indicating he could pop a grape between them, not saying a word as she leans forward a little.
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He blinked as he looked into her eyes, the light of her eyes sparkling off his eyes as he stared quietly into them for a long moment, feeling her fingers trail against the hair on the back of his neck, his eyes trembling closed for a moment to the sensation as he felt goosebumps pour down his spine he laying back slowly in the couch next to her.
He turned slowly one more looking into her eyes as he felt her fingers trail over his shoulder and then saw her move a bit closer, her lips parting, he didn't need to read minds to know what she wanted. He looked down a moment, pulling the nicest grape on the plate between his finger and thumb and lifted it up slowly.
He raised it up slowly looking into her eyes, leaning in a little closer to her as he looked into her eyes, the grape touching the edge of her lips as he pushed it slowly into her mouth, the tip of his finger grazing over her bottom lip, barely tugging on the soft flesh as he, ran his fingers over her lips and cheek, they sliding over the skin and tumbling off her jaw line...he smiling as he looked from her eyes to her lips then back into her eyes. "You are beauty..." He said almost in a whisper, not beautiful, she was beauty.
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Never over the top, never laying it on too thick. Nina eats it up, both the praise he bestows on her, over and over, and the plump grape. Her lips accept the fruit and it pops in her mouth, spraying juice towards Winston a little before her lips close and she giggles slightly, like a young girl might. Oh this was too good. Son of the fedora'd one on her couch, heaping her with the adoration she deserves and treating her like the goddess she is. This could keep her going for months. But slowly, slow Nina, you can use this, you will use this somehow, some day. If not tonight, soon. She brings a linen cloth to her lips and dabs them, opening her lips for another grape before she goes back to their conversation.
He really is very pretty, but ohh so young. Too young to pluck from the tree already? Perhaps. But not a child either. And it is nice to do something fun after so much mayhem in Manhattan, so much going wrong. Her New Avalon had not turned out to be so, and the last few weeks had involved her using her powers with the light to rebuild some of the infrastructure and buildings in the city, doing damage control so that the city and its council and mayor might see the new gods as the heroes and the Clique as the enemy, as it ought to be. Creature King comes to mind....Roddy..but she nudges him away for the moment.
"Where would you go Winston, if you could be anywhere right now in the world?"
Nina picks up a grape and holds it out for him, centimeters from his mouth.
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He smiled and ran his tongue over his lips, the juice had hit the edge of his lips, the juice pulling to his tongue as he traced over it, then smiled, swallowing it slowly. He looked into her eyes as she wanted another one, seeing her lips part open, reaching down taking another grape and sliding it with his fingers he placed it against her lips, pushing it in, his finger touching her lips again as he took a deep breath letting it out pulling his hand down.
He then saw her contemplating, oh he wanted to badly to dive into her mind, hear the thoughts she had but he did not, it took the fun out of life, it took living out of life, what was the point of spending time with someone if you knew everything about them before they ever opened their mouth. His eyebrows going up as he heard her speak.
"Where would I go Spectrum..." He said in a question form for a moment thinking on the topic then looked at the grape lean slowly into hit, his teeth opening touching the top and bottom of the grape as his lips wrapped around it, kissing the tip of her finger as he pulled it into his mouth, chewing it and swallowing.
"If I could be anywhere...I would have to say, somewhere comfortable, beautiful...somewhere safe..." he said looking around then back to Spectrum, looking into her eyes, she was rather close to him now. "I could be anywhere I would want to be in the world right now, I have chosen to be here right now...this is where I would want to be right now..."
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She watches him, reveling in the sensuality of the moment. He had learned a bit from this last relationship, or was it his first? She reaches forward and pats his mouth with the napkin, enjoying the closeness. Her eyes dart up suddenly, and look about the place as if she's heard something. She knows her servants are happy to have been dismissed, not even curious enough to watch the two on the sofa, as they are too eager to have some time to themselves where she is not calling them for one thing or another. Sometimes she doesn't sleep, and day and night she calls on her servants, nearly all men.
She is way too eager herself at the moment, this 'boy' falling into her lap, literally and her mind races , considering how she could use him, this, to both their advantage.Against Schemer this has much potential, and against his mother. She lounges and her fingers to to his hair again, twisting strands around her fingers, looking to the window, then back down to his seemingly trusting eyes. She'd love to read his mind right now, waiting for the punch line, but he truly seems to want this time with her and she allows it, for now.
"Winston," she says softly, her voice, quiet, nearly like a veiled warning.
"You know I don't have a heart, don't you? I won't fall in love with you."
She makes no apologies for what she is, enjoying his soft hair, playing with it, taking liberties as he doesn't pull away.
"I'm just not built that way. You should know that right now. I know bo..... men of your age sometimes look for more when you get close to a woman, and I just am not made for love. But I do enjoy your company. You are welcome her anytime."
With her other hand she reaches for a glass of red wine, taking a sip, waiting for him to jump up and run to the door at her broaching such a subject so directly.
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He looked into her eyes a moment, thinking for a moment. He wanted to give her something, something in return for the friendship she was showing, for the attention she gave him, the honesty she portrayed, she wasn't betraying him, at least he thought she wasn't. She was nothing but tender with him, even warned him of things he may not understand, but he was younger, wisdom came with age not so much from words.
He looked up into her eyes blinking for a long moment, he looked wounded when she said she could not feel, but not for himself, but for her. His eyes in that moment showed a sadness and pity that wasn't something of insult, but truelly a heart felt emotion as he looked from her one eye to the other then back, and closed his eyes a moment.
He for a brief moment melted the edge of his psyche with her, letting her feel the attraction that he had for her, if she could not sense emotions herself, he could let her feel vicariously through him for a moment in time, he gasping for air as he felt the flood of the mind hit him, then breaking the link and his head fell back into her hand that was twisting his strands of hair.
He laid his head back, pulling on the collar of his shirt as he felt sweat dripping down his neck, springing from his forehead and let out a very heavy breath. "Very warm in here..." he said nervously, looking into her eyes. "I'm not like other young men my age..." he said looking into her eyes. "If I were, I wouldn't be sitting here right now..."
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So far he'd given her no reason not to just enjoy this. For her there would be only one strike, though, not 3, and she fears nothing and no one, so she never has anything to lose. She takes what she wants and this young man that brought himself to her doorstep was very 'wantable' right now, even if it was no more than this, a little romp on the sofa. Seems like every time sex comes into play, one has fewer cards in their hands anyway. She had warned him though, her concession to a bit of kindness to a younger man that doesn't really know what spider's parlor he has stepped into, letting him know not to think too highly of where this could go beyond this moment, herself not capable of that sort of feeling, at least not anymore. That path was something she'd gone down years ago, and gone through the door, and shut it hard, locking it.
She turns her eyes back to his, not able to read him. Was he for real? For a moment he looks so lost and forlorn. Then suddenly a wave of......something.....feeling? Emotion? It washes over her and she closes her eyes, fist clenching the stem of her glass and she gingerly sets it back down on the tray, wine sloshing back and forth, one burgundy drip down the side of the goblet. For a moment she'd been inside his mind, or so it seemed, sensing what he feels for her, and nearly knocking her off the couch before she braces herself. She must have cried out once, her servant appearing in the doorway, then backing back out again.
When she opens her eyes they dart to him, pink slip of her tongue darting out to moisten too dry lips.
"What did you do to me? What did you <i>give</i> me?"
Her thumb is on his cheek, feeling the smoothness of it, then the rough whiskers lower, on his chin. Doesn't he understand? He's a doll, a toy, and if he stays, he will do only what she wants of him.
"Yes, I can see that," she answers quickly. "If you were, you would be afraid of me."
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He cleared his mind a moment, blinking and then whispered to her. "Don't fight it this time..." he said looking into her eyes for a long long moment. He leaned forward, his body pressed against her's as he pressed his forehead against her's, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath letting it out, as he whispered. "I am going to share my emotions with you, you cannot feel for yourself, but I can let you feel what I feel..." he said. "It is difficult..."
He closed his eyes, his hands slid over her cheeks as he ran his finger tips over her ear lobes, pulling the hair over them, and let his psyche once more meld with her's...his emotions this time not flooding her mind, but slowly letting them ease into her, letting her embrace the emotions if she wished, they simply floating there in the bounds of the psyche...
His voice wasn't a voice now, it was a thought of his voice flooding around her as he spoke from his mind to hear, letting her feel his deep rooted emotions that he had for her, that he had had since the first time he'd seen her, they were very vivid and powerful emotions, and he saw in her mind where her emotions were shut off...he wanted to fix it, but he couldn't do it, it wasn't for him to do...that is a rule to the psyche that one should never break, trying to change people...
After a few moments he pulled from her mind, taking another breath...his body flying across the room as he took the pyschic damage for the mind meld, leaving Spectrum completely unharmed, his skin glowing a soft blue for a moment, his shirt and jeans looking a bit worn as he gained control of himself, nearly going into telekinetic form.
He stood up, his shirt crumbled in sections, areas of it with holes...same with his jeans, brushing himself off and rubbing his head as he moved back over to the couch, taking a seat. "Sorry, I'm not that good with the mind yet..." He looking up into Spectrum's eyes. "I am not afraid of that which I respect..." he said commenting on what she had said a moment prior.
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Letting him take her mind feels wrong, so wrong, like when Schemer sends her messages, summoning her from wherever, to wherever she might be. It's always an invasion, a mind f***, and she throws up a block immediately. But she hears him, then feels him, cloying at her and she decides she will show no fear of being controlled, as she can stop it at any time, right? Of course right. So she lets him do it, knee ready to groin him if she wants it to stop, foot ready to kick him clear if she wants it.
His touch feels good on her earlobes though and she feels his forehead against hers, wanting to see what he shows her. There is no way she can use him for anything if she does not understand him. Such a strange boy, so different from his fath--- her thoughts are broken off and she feels only him, invading her head, memories of a year ago, or was it more when she first found about about his son, introduced to him, and always the furtive looks at her then the backing off. She was used to that from the philmonts but now she sees how much more there is, how he feels about her, what he wants, wishes, longs for. She feels them as if they are his alone, like stepping into his body for that moment in time. For that moment, she feels as if her head will just fly off completely, her heart stretched to it's limit, her body flushed, confused, pulse racing.
Then suddenly he is thrust from her as quickly as her mind was assaulted, and he is is coming back to her, apologizing, looking as if he took damage in an accident, and again that young voice, so trusting that she will take what he gave her and feel something back? Maybe, or just not hurt him for it.
Her eyes are big, then softer, shaking her head slightly and pulling herself back together. She is curious, her body aroused and affected by all of it.
"Why? Why do you want to be so open? It's so.....dangerous for you. with your abilities, the wall could be erected to protect you fully, from nearly anyone."
Her voice is not mocking, but curious, and maybe a little grateful . She owes him, but she is not used to feeling in someone's debt, especially not a man.
She'd warned him, and this was it, here. He'd laid out all his cards, even his trump, where she could stomp all over them. Again, the 'why' in her mind, and she looks to him, questioning.
"Be careful..."
He'd started her up, like an engine, like a feral cat stalking.....
This could not end well for him. But the trip there could be....amazing.
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He cleared his throat, holding his head a moment as he sat back down next to her, his clothes tattered and he was a bit woozy on his feet as he sat down next to her. He closed his eyes laying his head on her shoulder for a moment. "You said once that I was like a young god..." He said to her in a waking thought, thinking about the past and then looked up into her eyes.
"My father speaks of me as a tool, the clique uses me as a weapon, I'm always being used, but they do it out of trickery for self gain and spite, doing it behind my back, using me to their advantage without my knowledge..." He said thinking for a moment looking out the window. "You admit to me in full of your intentions, you do not use me, but compliment me...you treat me as more than just a foolish young man without the deservance to know the most basic of emotional commodities..."
He sighed looking out the window. "Even now I look out the window for the light of the sun, and it is nay as bright as the glimmer of your eyes...who needs the sun or moon when they are shaded by the light of your eyes Spectrum..." He looking back at her again, his eyes looking quietly into her's for a long moment.
"You said I have much to learn, you said it as if you would be there to teach it, then you left and the clique was not the same without you, I was not the same without you..." He looked down quietly, then back up into her eyes again. "You ask why I am so open with you, if I cannot be open with you, what can I be with you..."
"I could live my life walling out everyone in my life, and my mind would be protected from the world, I could shift form and no one could ever touch me..." He said as he held his hand out, it turning a soft blue reaching down to his knee, resting it as the fibers of the knee of his jeans simply faded to atoms turning to mist and disappearing, his hand going back to normal.
"I am tired of being careful, careful is the life of one that does not live...it is for those who do not smell or taste, it is for common people that live unextrodinary lives and live in the shadows of those living for them..." He biting his lower lip looking down. "You tell me to be careful...but you do not show me what I should be careful of..." His eyes looking up into her eyes, blinking trying to understand. "You know I care for you...I am care..ful...."
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She allows his head on her shoulder for a few moments, but then gets restless, slipping out from under him and rising, her white dress dragging behind her, about her when she turns to look at him. She doesn't feel the tenderness he feels, but now she knows it, all that he feels about her, and for her. But still, she does not feel anything but lust and power, keeping both at bay at the moment as they speak.
"I speak not of my intentions, but of my nature. I know who I am. And you <b>are</b> a young god, like Eros. You just need some control of your impulses to manage yourself, to make what you can do work for you, instead of against you."
She waves off what he says about his father, and the rest of the Clique. "What do they know of care? They only know what they wish to accomplish, and do not think anything through. They also do not win." She smirks slightly, resisting the urge to laugh. What the hell was wrong with him, that none of his schemes go to completion? Maybe it's a premature problem, something a blue pill could take care of, or a strong woman with big boots.
"It's true, I can teach you much. Someone like you in my hands, or at my side, we'd be a formidable team. But Winston, they will never let you go to me. He would never allow such travesty, even though he did try to kill all of you, even all of his children, and you, with your own child on the way."
That is the one thing that Nina doesn't speak of. Why should she speak of that which she does not care. SHe is not jealous of Alyssa, nor would she be, even past today. For what? She is a misguided mortal, on the police force. something is very wrong with that woman but that is not Nina's problem, and she doesn't give her a thought, or even ask Winston, Jr. why he is here with her when Alyssa is somewhere expecting his devotion to her only. What does she care? She doesn't, and she narrows her eyes at the situation at hand, wondering why she wants to give him an out. Young man, adoring her from afar, allowed inside.....what could be bad about that? It's win-win for Nina.
And if he gets hurt, that will be his undoing. She did try to warn him. If he doesn't heed it, that is his responsiblity. She is not his mother.
"I could never be accused of being common, " she says suddenly, watching the demonstration with his hand and answering him matter-of-factly."
He looks into her eyes and her own are not as his are, feeling nothing of the emotion, or the care, only that she would take him in a heartbeat and leave not much behind. She laughs a little, her eyes shining brightly, filling up the room once before they settle down.
"What should you be careful of? Of me, my dear young man. " She settles down next to him, eyes cold and brilliant. "I can break your heart."
She takes up another grape and holds it, poised in the air between them like an offering, as if the taking of such was a decision made. Her eyes examine his, seeming to ask silently, 'well, what'll it be?'
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He was at a cross road, the clique or the new gods. Which way was he to turn, to continue down the road with his father, or taste the fruit of a new vine. He looked into her eyes, had she not cared, she wouldn't have told him that she felt nothing, for if she had not cared she wouldn't have said anything at all...perhaps there was a small crack in that wall of emotion she held that was so solid in it's mental structure, perhaps feeling no emotion for her kept her sane....after all what exactly was sanity.
He thought for a long moment, she cared not of any aspect of his life, not for spite or anger, simply they were of no concern to her, she only seemed to hold some type of strange concern for Winston Jr. Or so he seemed to think she did. She was beautiful, she was powerful, she was rich...but she was something that none of the others were...she was honest..."
He licked his lips a moment looking at the fruit and then into her eyes...and he moved forward slowly...his teeth peeking out as he took the grape, his tongue pushing against the back of it as he let her feed him again, his lips wrapping around the grape as he pulled it into his mouth closing his eyes as eating it slowly, the juice peeking over his lips as he swallowed it...then slowly opened his eyes to look up into her's.
"Better to break my heart in honesty, then to break it in lies and deceit..." He said with a firm tone. "Either road I take I fear my heart shall be broken..." His lips brushing her fingers as he looked at them, and then back into her eyes...he was young and brave...a true sophomore of life, a young fool.
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Honesty? He chooses her over lies and deceipt. Poor boy. But what a way to go. And such a dreamer talking about heartbreak. But then Nina got her heart broken once. Just once. He was so young so....maleable. She smiles and leans in, eyes full of knowing, so much knowing,
his full of hope, and lust, yes, much lust she's looking upon. That young lust won't be nearly as fulfilled today as it hopes to, but does not know it yet. If there is one thing she knows, and she knows many after all her years of experience with these matters......love spurned, is more likely the strongest love of all. In this case, not spurned so much as....
made to wait.
"Delicious," she says, that single word, eyes narrow and pointed as a spider eyeing its prey and she captures his mouth before the juice from the grape is gone, wiped away or dripped off or licked off,
her lips capturing his in a great kiss, before breaking away suddenly in a laugh, a happy laugh of a girl, feeling very young all of a sudden in her body of a 'goddess'.
"Just delicious."
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He felt the kiss, and blinked at the feeling of it. Her lips were precious, tempting and soft. He caught a sigh escaping his lips and his eyes glowed yellow a brief moment, feeling the sensations she just felt...they sparking something inside of him that took him by surprise. "You do look delicious..." He said as he looked into her eyes.
He stood up slowly, reaching down and lifted her up into his arms, looking her in the eyes for a long moment, and then laid her gently down on the couch. He reached out with his hands pulling her hair over her ear...smiling as he looked into her eyes. "Let me serve you first goddess..." He said with a smile...turning her in the puffy couch onto her stomach.
He straddled her rear end and began to rub her back gently, his fingers grinding deep into the muscles of her back. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I'm not completely oblivious to some of the things that women like..." He said...so sadly confident he was in his knowledge of women, as her knowledge of men was far more...experienced..then his own.
His hands were strong, he was a fit young man, at one point he moved up her back to her shoulder blades pulling her hair to the side whispering into her ear. "I forgot to ask if you enjoyed massages your majesty...I...want to make sure it pleases you..." he said with a smile, he peeking around her cheek, looking into her eyes with a smile.
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She watches his reaction, her own something of a smile, for she is truly enjoying herself, and always a bit of a smirk mixed in, the thought that she has her pawn so easily, without asking, without forcing or commanding is too good to be true. And so much more pleasant than the female Schemer-children, with their pouting and useless habits. She runs her hand over his chest once, and looks into his eyes. He truly does not seem worried about her hooks as she pushed them into him, roped, tied, and dragged him around the ranch for awhile. He pulls her up into his arms and she lets him, even going so far as to let him lie her down as he does, following so smartly with the offer to serve her, which makes the leading somewhat palatable.
It would be much more pleasant to toss him around some and send him home bruised and with a memory of this evening, and a souvenir but she will take it gently at first. After all, how much experience has he really had? She lays it on thick, giving back as much as he gives with the sensual way she moves, his hands gliding over her back tedious and ticklish, but when he grinds in his fingers and rubs deeper into her muscles she rewards him with a small sound of pleasure, letting him massage her for a awhile before she speaks.
"You know Eros," she says, head turned sideways as he sits astride her back, addressing him with the pet god name she had bestowed on him when they first started this little party,"
"...you know this is not going to be easy when your father finds out. But then nothing really good, ever is easy, is it?" she says with a quick jerk of her body and at a speed at which he cannot calculate, she flips around and nails his chest with the soul of her fooT, kicking him across the floor, following, and putting the same foot on his chest when he lands.
"I did try to hold back some," she says, mock-apologetically, laughing a little.
"Oh you are so pretty, aren't you? Nope, daddy is <i>not</i> going to be pleased."
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He looked up into her eyes blinking and gasping for air, his eyes burning blue as did his skin as he melded into telekinetic form. His body rippled with energy as the clothing around him melted from fibers to atoms desintigrating from his being. He flew from beneath her foot, barely able to break it, the wind knocked out of him, she'd really caught him off guard.
He collapsed from the air, his body landing on his hands and feet as he coughed, the glow around his body disappearing as he barely held himself on his hands and feet, weezing, trying to catch his breath, his face going blue as he coughed and choaked...then he slumped forward to the ground. His face dug into the carpet as he laid still on the floor...his eyes going shut, his face going pale as he laid still without breath, she'd collapsed his lungs...
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She looks down at junior, looking very pale suddenly, the lack of clothes not so alarming, having become used to that from the few brushes with him during escapades with the Clique, and his way of losing his clothing at a moment's notice. But this was very wrong, his color fading, and he obviously was not breathing at all. She goes to her knees, one small place in her telling her this is some kind of trick, but she kneels over him , billows of white frothy cloth around her and under her scrunched up and turns her head to listen to his chest, then her ear to his lips, to hear or feel him breathing.
She tips his head back gingerly, fingers at his chin, opening his lips and puts her lips to his again, not with a kiss, but a life-offering breath, counting to 3 then again, and once more, breathing air into his lungs, listening, watching for him to start breathing on his own.
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After the fourth breath she could feel a pop as the air finally entered his lungs, uncollapsing them. He laid still through a few more breaths before he finally came to. Unlike some of the other heroes of the group, he didn't have a super suit to negate damage, he was able to control atoms, create wonders of damage, but when it came to taking damage, if he could not avoid it, he was pretty much normal in that way.
His eyes broke open as he gasped for air, weezing horridly, his fingers gripping the carpet below him as his body flexed in agony. He caught his breath, blinking a few times then coughed and coughed...finally coming to. He laid there a moment, just focusing on his breathing...the room spinning, his balance shot, he was a mess in his head...the room spinning and all he saw was Spectrum.
"Spectrum..." He said as he blinked. "Have I died, is this heaven...you...really are a goddess..." He said blinking. His eyes looked glazed like he was in some kind of odd mental stooper...sitting up slowely, then stumbling back onto his back, looking around the room as his back bumped against the wall...he taking another breath letting it out, catching his composure as he stood up. "...trying to kill me Spectrum..." He looking at her and then he started to laugh. "Just cause you can take those kinds of hits, doesn't mean I can..." he laughing, a bruise forming on his chest the shape of her foot....it looked painful...
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Nina brings junior back with her breath, hearing and feeling the lungs allow breath, and start breathing on their own. She lifts up his back and kisses his forehead, listening for him to breathe more easily, watching for his color to improve.
He finally opens his eyes and she is relieved. She's grown a bit fond of him and not ready for him to kick off just yet, even if she is lacking in some of the sentimentality of other women.
"I honestly thought you could handle Me dear boy. It's not as if i kicked you at the speed of light." She grins a little lop-sided grin.
"No, it's not heaven, this is Manhattan."
She grabs a glass and puts it to his lips, thinking it is water, but as she does so, she smells the vodka.
"Hm wait, maybe something else. What do you need, anything, just ask."
She orders the servants to bring him whatever he desires or needs, reaching out to touch the tender place shaped like her foot.
"You know, this is the most fun I've had in a very long time. And I live with Creature king. I mean that's more fun than a barrel of monkeys," she says and laughs at her little joke, wondering why she is giddy and kneeling still on the floor when others could be doing it.
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He took the glass from her. "This water will be fine..." He said tipping it back, he guzzled it, about three gulps in his eyes spring wide as he gulps the last bit of it. "WOOOOOOOOO..." he yells out, dropping the glass. "What the hell was that..." He making faces as he blinked. "HOT d**n..." He pronounced...kicking his foot to the floor, then shook his head blinking. "Man...that had a kick..."
He looked at her and smirked. "Does everything at this place have to kick my ass..." He said laughing standing there. A moment later he blinked as he felt his head getting warm, the pain of his chest kinda melting away as he smiled to Spectrum...walking over to her, sliding his hands around her waist...whispering into her ear.
"I like the way your body moves..." He said with a smile, placing his lips on her ear, kissing it gently, then her neck. "Why don't we forget about drinks...I think there are lots of ways to quinch my thirst that don't come from a bottle..." He drawing back, his eyes dialating a hair as he winked at her...taking a deep breath letting it out, the smell of the alcohol on his breath.
He then stepped back, placing his hands behind his head and stretched yawning. "Aawwwww maaaan...." He said as he stretched all the way back taking a long deep breath letting it out. "Do you have somewhere I could lay down for a while..." he said looking back to her slowly...sliding his hands down his abs looking into her eyes...