Fun is a two player game (Mature: Roy)

[Roy Atenwood]

I understand...just.....guide me in this....I...don't know what to do.

He continued his caress with one hand, and ran one hand lower, caressing her inner thighs with it. He ran his tounge over hers, moaning slightly as her hands rested on his chest. his hand found her softest, warmest place, and slipped a finger inside. He wasn't thinking as he did so. his body moved without his mind telling him what to do.

He deepened the kiss, running his tounge softly over the roof of her mouth.

[blackflamerose]

A sudden sensation between her legs made her gasp out in pleasure. Her pale skinned body trembled an she continued to kiss him, her tongue sliding over his. Dementia thought of how she would 'guide' him. He seemed to be doing fine to her. Though it suddenly hit her. If he didn't know what he was doing then he had never... and that ment she was his first. Dementia would have stopped. She would have asked had she known. Though it was too late it seemed. They were both absorbed in the pleasure.

I don't think you need much help with anything Atenwood.

Dementia's soft voice sounded in his mind. One of her hands slid out from under his shirt and she pulled his hand from between her legs. She pulled away fom the kiss and moved his hand up to her lips. She slid her tongue over the side his finger before sliding his finger past her crimson lips. Her other hand moved to his hard member that had been pessing against her stomach. She positioned her lower half above it before pushing it into her with a moan of pleasure.

[Roy Atenwood]

He was inside her.....pressing into her, against her....

His body began to glow as he softly kissed her neck, pressing himself into her harder.

I think I'm going to...oh gods!

He came, pressing against her, as the light strenghened into a white fire. It blzed outward, enveloping them both in white magic. In most people, white magic manifests as light. Only in those gifted in it can it manifest as white fire. He threw his head back, moaning loudly in sudden release and pleasure.

White magic in such a concentrated release has MANY effects...most of tehm concerning eauphoria. In this situation...who knew what it would do to Dementia?

[blackflamerose]

A dark angel, angel of Lust, a fallen one. What ever you wanted to call Dementia, she wasn't easy to please. Atleast she didn't think she was. She had never really found out. Daddy dearest always killed the men before they reached her bed. So, it was a great shock to her when the white magical flame covered both of their bodies. Dementia's head tilted back as a cry of pleasure passed from behind her crimson lips. Roy's name hardly able to leave her lips afterward the dark seductress rolled from her position ontop of the red haired seer. She rested her head against a pillow, catching her breath. Her eyes closed as she tried to calm this beating heartin her chest.

Why had it been such a rush to her? She wasn't one who easily found pleasure in anything but teasing others. Perhaps... It was because when she had met Roy before... he had left an impression on her, and yet again when they met for the second time. Both times he had seen her befor she made her presence known. Something about that interested the girl. Her black wavy locks hanging off the side of the bed as her mind began to wander. Only when she realised it was wandering did she decide to say something, just... not with her lips.

What... the ... hell was that?!

Now many could speculate on why she had asked this. Some perhap would think she was not satisfied with what had taken place, but in all honesty... She wondered... what it was that had exactly taken place. She also wondered what emotions she had for this seer beside her, in her bed... to make her do such a thing. In reality... She knew... but... she didn't know. Ya know?

((OOC: Several people could say what that flame was... but I tell you now... It was a flame. NOT the thing you are thinking of.))

[Roy Atenwood]

White magic...powerful white magic............and........I diddn't know I was capable of that.

What was that? Why had Roy produced white fire? Why was he hearing sudden moans outside the dorm?

OH GOD YES! THIS PIE IS AMAZING!

It seems the white fire enhances emotion......I'm sorry. I diddn't mean to let go like that. I...also...diddn't mean to..go off so soon....

it wasn't oon, considering he was a virgin. but it was still too soon for anyone. Especially since he had just lost his virginity to a fallen one. The angel of lust.

"Goddamn...I must have been a real dissapointment."

After all, he was a grumpy young seer. Not some Cassanova.

[blackflamerose]

As Dementia lay in her bed, her eyes on the ceiling above her and Roy she could hear loud sounds comming from the room nextdoor. Dementia looked off the side of her bed and saw the book she had been reading earlier. She picked it up and with a mighty toss hurled it at the wall. THUD! The person got quiet. This was routine for Dementia... Well the hurling stuff at her wall was at least. Her eyes turned to look at Roy as he began to appologyse. Dementia groaned a bit and reached over smacking Roy lightly accross the face to get him to shut his mouth. Then... She rolled out of her bed and sighed.

"Atenwood. Stay the night and for cripes sake... Stop your damn appologysing."

She stood up an blinked for a moment. Then... She walked around to his side of the bed, bent over and kissed him roughly. Unable to speak, Dementia would use her brain again.

Oh... Atenwood. You are mine now. Understand? No other girl gets to have you.

Her tongue slid over his and she smirked breaking the kiss and heading for her bathroom. She closed the door and the water could be heard as it poured down into the tub.

[Roy Atenwood]

"Alright, I'll stay the night. And ok, ok. I belong to you now."

He smirked. At least SOMEBODY wanted a grumpy seer around.

"I'm just a grumpy seer, though."

She walked into the bathroom, and he heard the tub start to run. She was bathing.

He "stirred" again slightly as he put his pants back on. She was really something. He had never even thought of doing anything like that in the past. He thought for a moment, and he did have feelings for her. He diddn't exactly know what they were, but he knew they were there. He leaned against the wall, thinking.

So...this white flame.......what is it?

He let out a sigh, and walked over to the bed, laying on top of the sheets, his pants still-un-done, and his shirt ruffled and wrinkled.

Wow.....I had no idea that would be so tiring, Dementia.

[blackflamerose]

Grumpy seer hmm? You aren't so grumpy right now.

Dementia replied to him as she showered. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her self in her towel. She dried her hair and shook her wings slightly to shake the beads of water off them. She stepped out wrapped in nothing but a white fluffy towel. She walked over to the bed and flopped down on it beside him.

"The heck if I know what that flame is. You are the seer, shouldn't you?"

Dementia yawned softly and rested on her side looking at Roy. Her wings twitched slightly and she pushed her long black hair from her face.

"Did you think I knew it either? Daddy always got rid of boys before they bedded me. It was so boring."

Dementia said with a pout before looking at him with a smirk. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his. Her arm left her side and wrapped around him pulling him closer to her.

Besides... I rather liked it.

[Roy Atenwood]

I'm not grumpy now, but I will be again in the morning. I usually am.....and... I rather liked it, too. No offense, but "Daddy" sounds like a jackass. He DID send you away to protect you, though. I saw that just before I met you, though.

He returned her kiss, and noted that she was rather cute when she pouted. He warpped an arm around her, and used the other to stroke the soft feathers of her black wings.

So...what exaclt....made you..y'know..want me to...damnit, I'm even tounge tied in my thhoughts.

He smiled, ad kissed her again. Her feathers were so soft...and so was her hair. Her pale body made him stir in ways no other woman could.

Was love the word?

He diddn't know. Love was a word he diddn't know. The elves he grew up among had no need for the word.

[blackflamerose]

To be honest... I didn't. I was just going to tease you and then kick you out of the room. A minor mistake was made but it was still fun. Daddy isn't all that bad. There was alot he was protecting me from I guess.

Dementia replied to him with a wicked little smirk. His hands sliding along her wings made her a bit worried he might try to hurt them but he seemed to be off in his own little world right now. As Dementia's eyes started to slowly drift closed there was a knock at her door. Her eyes shot open and to the door.

"Who the hell is it!?"

She growled as she sat up in the bed. Her wings twitched.

"Dementia, Dear... Did you forget your father's scent already!?"
"Daddy?"

Dementia's eyes opened wildly looking around her room. She lept into action grabbing her books and tossing them into parts of the room.

"One second daddy! My uh... My room is a terrible mess!"

She screamed out to him. Her eyes turned to roy who lay on her bed. She grabbed the scruff of his shirt and pulled him from the bed. She quickly shoved him into the closet.

Shut up. He even sences you, your dead.

She shut the closet door and stripped her bed of its sheets. She tossed them into the closet too. Her eyes rolled around her room and she pulled the towel tightly around her body. Dementia hurried to the door and opened it.

"Hi daddy! W-what are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come see me."
"Does it matter why I came to see my little Dementia? Where is your father's hug?"
"O-oh of course daddy... Just a bit shocked is all."

Dementia wrapped her arms around a large tanned man. He had jet black hair like hers and a tail curled around his leg. He wore jeans, black boots that stunk of brimstone and a black leather vest. He would sniff the air and look oddly at Dementia.

"Dear... what is the weird scent in your room. Smells... like..."
"OH! Thats nothing Daddy! I had a friend in earlier and she uh... she and I ate popcorn and watched movies... but she is gone now!"
"If you say so dear."

Though he didn't really believe her. Dementia looked up at her father and worried a little for Roy.

[Roy Atenwood]

Tease me? That's not nice...

He was about to make a joke, when he was shoved bodily into the closet. She thought something to him about being dead if her father even sensed him. Roy felt this being's full power, pulsing in every pore of his body.

He wasn't frightened. Melzas had been stronger. True, he had used the Spear of Judas to kill Melzas, but...well...yeah.

He was also pissed off, and holding in a sneeze. His next thoughts were kept to himself, not shared with anyone.

So, this is te infamous "daddy"? Stereotypical tough-guy. Maybe I should try and read his mind...no....I might let this sneeze out...damnit.....oh no....I'm gonna get Dementia pissed if I have to fight her father........what an ass. Tall, tan, and wearing leather. Hmph. Such a stereotype.

He nearly sneezed. He was covered in the damn sheets, trying not to sneeze, and it pissed him off even more.

He sneezed. Hard. Knocking his head against the door.

Well shit...that ain't good.

[blackflamerose]

"Dear... Father was just comming to tell you t-"

The sound of something hitting her closet door caused both her father and her self to look at it. Dementia growled a little to her self and rushed to the door. She smiled at her father and blocked the way of the closet.

"Damn those toys... Ya know when my friend was over she left alot of her stuff here so I put it in there."
"Dear... Daddy doesn't want to alarm you but there is someone in your closet. It migh not be safe for you to be standing there. Let me deal with it."
"Oh no daddy, no one is here... Hey look at how late it is! What was it you you were going to tell me? It must be really im-"
"Out of the way Dementia. That is an Order."
"Yes daddy..."

Dementia stepped away from the door and stood by her bed. Her towel still holding onto her body tightly. Her father walked to the door. Nearly ripped the thing off its hinges and pulled out Roy. He held the seer off the ground and growled at him.

"What in the name of HELL are you doing in my little girls bedroom! BOY FIX YOUR PANTS!"
"Daddy He is uhm..."
"Dementia. Quiet I know who he is! He is one of those skeevy perv boys at this school. He was doing some not so good things in your closet angel. Turn away and let me take care of this."
"DADDY! Don't... I... I like him."

Dementia's father looked over at his daughterand sighed. He then looked at Roy and dropped him. He shook his head and ran a tanned hand through his hair.

"Well... I guess it can't be helped then can it? He does look like him doesn't he... Well... If you are fine then. Wait.... What ... Did You do!?"
"Uhm..."

Dementia's face turned red and she looked away from her father. He shook his head and groaned. He walked over to the bed and sat down before jumping into the air. Dementia covered her mouth to hold back some laughter.

"Good god thats where it happend isn't it!?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Hey, lemme go, alright, assole?"

He let out a sigh. The man ignored him and dropped him. He was pissed. Roy wouldn't get out of here without fighting, it seemed.

I knew lust brought nothing but trouble.

He ties the drawstring around his waist, and replaced his leather belt. He let out a sigh as mr. Long, tan and ugly thew a fit.

"You're like a child. She's a grown woman, deal with it."

He leaned against the wall, as he untied a leather sack from his belt. His crystal ball floated out in front of him, ready to strike with a spell Roy had devised for just this kind of situation, in case "Daddy" got pissed at him when he realized that Roy had just deflowered his little girl.

"Hmph."

[blackflamerose]

Dementia looked over at Roy. Her brow furrowed in anger. She didn't like Roy speaking that way to her father. Her father looked over at Roy. He raised a brow and looked the red haired seer over. He turned his gaze to Dementia. His eyes seemed to soften and Dementia looked over at the large demon man in her room with a bit of a clueless look. Normaly her father would rip the guy limb from limb. Dementia's father pushed his black hair from his face.

"Dementia... If you like him so much... Daddy won't kill him, but for cripes sake... Teach him to shut his trap!"

Dementia blinked. Her father must be worried about somthing. He wouldn't have cared if Dementia had liked any one. He would have skinned the guy alive and pretty much mutilated the guy.

"Daddy...Whats wrong? You could snap Atenwood like a twig... whats the problem?"
"Dementia. You know Daddy loves you but please put clothes on."
"Eh? OH!"

Dementia had totally forgotten she was still in a towel. She glanced at Roy with his stupid little seer ball thing and plucked a feather from her wing. She walked to Roy and stuck the feather in his hair.

"Don't kill him while I am changing. I will know if that feather moves."

With that Dementia headed into the bathroom and put on black pajama's. Dementia's father shook his head and sighed. He rubbed his head a bit and looked over at the Seer.

"She called you Atenwood. Just remember... Keep your wood off my baby. I will snap it off."

Her father made a snapping motion and looked around the room. He shook his head at what she had tried to clean up. She seemed to only make it more of a mess. Dementia hurried out of the shower.

"N-Oh... good you aren't beating on him."

She smiled at her father and her wings twitched. He looked at Dementia and sighed again.

"Put your toy boy back into the closet... I need to talk to you about something Rose..."
"Daddy... You... never call me that."
"I know... I expect a dark one like you to follow orders. Put him in the closet. This is important."
"Uhm... Ok..."

Dementia grabbed at Roy and put him in the closet. She kissed his cheek and pulled softly on his hair with a smirk. Then, she shut the door.

[Roy Atenwood]

"Hmph."

Roy wasn't afraid of demon boy. He would simply smirk, and shake his head. He cooperated when she pushed him back into the closet. The crystal ball floating into his hand and gently resting there.

You know, your father has a horible sense of humor. And just call me Roy, alright?

He laughed lightly as she tugged on his hair. He really liked her, but he hated her father. He'd feign not knowing what they talked about until he left.......but he'd still listen. There was a chance his life was at stake, and he needed his second sight to tell him otherwise.

Did you rally mean it when you sid you liked me? I wonder....

That thought stayed in his head, uheard by anyone other than him.

He sneezed again.

"Ilka tuk TAK. It's freaking dusty in here."

He reached for his boots, which had been shoved in here with him earlier, and made sure his knife was there. It was.

He sneezed again.

"Ilka tuk tak...."