Midnight Madness ( Cain/Open )

[Zen]

So yeah, apparently some kid at this stupid school was throwing a party, though from the location printed on the fliers he handed out to everyone, it appeared to be more or less a rave of sorts. Though she seriously doubted that anyone at this school could pull off a part of that magnitude. Yeah, it was more or less a get together at some abandoned warehouse in the lower south district of San Diego. Pretty cool she supposed, if you were into that sort of thing, which she just happened to be at the moment.

Why? Well that was a stupid question. Her mother of course. The bitch had actually tried to tell her to be more like the other kids at the school, even try out for some bullshit afterschool thing like cheerleading.

Did that woman know nothing about her? She would rather blow her own head off with the gun Erik kept hidden in his closet than do something like that. Fortunately she had the same talk with him, and although he was into sports and all that good shit, he was thankfully not one to conform quite so easily.

So when Zen had suggested they hit up this party and see what it was all about, he had been all for it. Now, here they were, he had already met some random chick and carted her off to the back of the crowded room in order to do god knows what with the drunk little preppy bitch. heh.

Guess daddy's little princess wasnt gonna be so innocent when he got done with her.

The thought was enough to make Zen laugh, which she would have, had it not been for the fact that the room started to shift and move on her, the faces became blurrs and doubled. The laughing and talking muffled as she closed her eyes and stumbled back into the wall.

Her hand coming up to her head as she tried to shake away the drunken feeling she was getting. Yet, why the fuck was she drunk, she had only drank like three beers since she got here and honestly she could handle way more than that.

Lost in her own little state of confusion, a guy, probably a good foot and a half taller than she was came up and grabbed her wrist. An action she normally would have protested had she not been so completely out of it......The thought process of her brain slowed as she tried to figure out what the fuck was going on here.

Then the next thing she knew, she was being tugged through the crowd, her slurred and drunken sounding voice calling out over the loud music and throngs of people dancing and moving about...

"ERIK!!"

Something was not right, as the guy, who she could not get a clear look at, drug her through a side door of the warehouse and then out to the side of the building.

It was only then that he released her, letting her stumble to catch herself against a nearby tree. Problem was, she missed and landed on her ass, her hands planting into the ground as her head lowered, her eyes closing as she struggled to get back on her feet....

"Wh...What did you..do..to me..?"

But he did not bother to reply, instead he grabbed her up and pulled her into his arm, a feverish kiss pressed to her lips as he slammed her little body back into the wall of the building. Then it hit her...she had left her drink sitting for a moment to talk to a girl who had bumped into her...he must have slipped her something.

As he pulled back, his hands already groping and sliding up under her shirt, she screamed out....Though the likely hood of being heard over all the noise was slim to none....Her struggles against him made weak by the fact she was drugged up, and a hard slap to her face, snapped her head to the side and silenced her....a calm and heated

"Shhhhh...."

Being exhaled next to her ear before he once more began to try and have his way with her. Ignoring what efforts she did put up to fend him off as though they were nothing.....

[Cain]

A rave, huh? Cain looked at the flier lazily, not really interested in these kind of stuff. However, it was on a Sunday. That meant that it was a no school day. And considering Cain had yet to find an underground fight club to waste time in, he pretty much was free on that day. The Junior looked at the flier once more and sighed. Well, might as well, right? Who knows, maybe something interesting would come up. At such places, there was always a chance of a brawl occurring. And that would make Cain's time there quite worthwhile indeed. As he sat in his classroom then, he heard the two guys in front of him talking.

"Hey, did you hear about the rave?"
"Yeah, you going?"
"Of course. And if I heard right, they're actually going to have some minor fighting tournament. Like one of those from Never Back Down."
"Oh, really? Haha, that'll be fun to watch, drunk people throwing fists at each other."

Chuckle emerged from the pair, but Cain reacted differently as he looked out the window with a wide smile on his face. They pretty much just gave him a big reason to be present at the party. With that in mind, he came upon a decision. Yeah, he was going to be there, definitely.

And Sunday came, the young Junior finding his way to the warehouse quite easily. He just had to follow the small groups of teenagers from his school. Clad in a black leather jacket, a white tank top and a pair of dark blue denim jeans, Cain made sure to make himself presentable for this rave. True, it was not something he was truly interested in, but since he was here, he might as well dress nice, right?

Like mentioned beforehand, you never know what could happen here.

The place was full of drunk teenagers bouncing to the beat that echoed through the walls of the empty warehouse. The place smelt of alcohol, sweat and vomit. Yes, there were already some teenagers who had their stomach surrender to the inevitable. Cain, however, was not that heavy a drinker. He had been here for quite a while, and he had just taken his first cup of beer. There seemed to be nothing else to drink here anyway. The Junior laid himself against the wall, happily sipping his alcoholic drink as he waited for the fights to start. An hour passed, though, and it seemed that it was never going to happen. Throwing aside the empty cup of beer, he let out a frustrated grunt. That was disappointing.

The number of teenagers did not seem to diminish. In fact, it only grew in numbers, and the smells of rave just got stronger. Hell, just a feet to his right, a pair of drunk teenagers were already making it out. A soft sigh escaped the Junior's lips. Yup, this had all the makings of a regrettable but unforgettable night.

Unable to find anything to interest him then, he left the warehouse by the side door and walked over to an empty patch of grass a short distance away. He could still hear the sounds of the party, and knew that if a fight started, he would be able to hear it from here. He knew how to differentiate such sounds from the others. The yells were more... Enraged.

Then, the side door slammed open, catching Cain's attention for a moment as he looked back, seeing a man drag a drunk girl outside. Cain let out a soft sigh, shaking his head. Teenagers. He looked away once more, not wanting to intrude their privacy. They must have left the warehouse for that reason, after all. However, it was not long before something felt off. Especially when the girl screamed.

Cain turned back to them, his hands emerging from the pockets of his leather jacket. Then, he saw the man slap the girl. And immediately, Cain knew something was up here. Hell, she looked worse than those drunk bitches in the warehouse. The heroic complex in Cain kicked in as he moved from his position, approaching the pair. The quick-footed Junior reached them soon enough as he grabbed the back of the boy's collar, pulling him back and away from the girl. Cain may not be known for his strength, but that did not mean that he was that weak.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck is going on here?"

[Zen]

She felt his hand on her bare stomach, the sound of her shirt ripping a clear sign that he was not intending on backing down as he pinned her harshly up against the wall, a stray fragment of metal catching her shoulder and tearing into it as she cried out in pain....Then, just like that, he let her go, or at least that is what she thought happened, as her small form fell to the ground and the heat of her blood could be felt seeping through the white t-shirt she had been wearing....

Curling up, she could not help but tremble as she tried to focus her eyes, hearing the sounds of two male voices now.

To any girl in this situation, no matter how tough she may seem outwardly, this was a scary thing, and not being able to clearly understand what was being said, only seemed to make it worse. Closing her eyes, she finally managed to push herself up, trying to move, but then another wave of whatever he had given her hit, and it was the final one, her body fell limp to the ground, resting on her hip and side with her long brown hair falling over her face.......

..........................................

Meanwhile, the guy had felt the hand at the back of his neck and then felt himself jerked away from his newest prize. It was enough to make him growl as he turned around to see some kid standing there looking at him and demanding to know what the fuck was going on.

Well, what else could he say?

Motioning toward the now passed out little female on the ground, he shrugged as he gave off a cocky grin and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, a set of dark green eyes peering over the other male before him now.

"Just having some fun. Why dont you mind your own business kid. Unless you want in on some action to. More than enough of that fine little ass to go around."

He then laughed, that concieted and cocky laugh that most highschool seniors his age had. You know the type, football stars who think they can get away with anything because they are head quarterback of the football team and what not.

He then nudged her limp form with his massive foot, shaking his head as he seemed to not really think to much of the boy in front of him.

Just another annoyance but nothing he could not handle, besides, he had made sure to give her enough stuff to keep her knocked out for at least a few hours. So he had plenty of time.

[Cain]

Cain watched as the girl toppled to the ground. Drunk? No, she looked worse. Drugged, perhaps? Well, wasn't that dirty. And the crimson stain on her shirt only served to frustrate Cain even more. One of the reasons that he was as violent as he was, was because he hated bullies. True, he himself was a bully in a way, but he only came upon those who enjoyed taking advantage of others and those who thought themselves to be tougher than they were in reality. And this guy pretty much fit into both categories. Cain let his emerald eyes move from the girl to the man, one that Cain recognised to be from the football team. It was obvious, really. He was a much larger man than Cain was.

"Just having some fun. Why dont you mind your own business kid. Unless you want in on some action to. More than enough of that fine little ass to go around."

Cain's right fist clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white. This guy was honestly pissing him off. However, as much as Cain wanted to flare out at him, Cain knew that it would be hard. He was larger and thus was much stronger. Cain had only been able to pull him back as he had caught the man off-guard. And to make it worse, the larger male seemed to ignore Cain, despite that offer, as he walked past him and towards the girl, nudging her with his foot. Alright, that was the last straw. The man may be bigger and stronger, but there was one thing he was unable to match up to Cain with; other than his looks, of course. His speed.

The Junior flickered forward. He had been standing at the man's right side. And now, as he leapt past the man's back, he would stick out his right knee, driving it into the side of his lower ribs, which had been left open as the man crossed his arms over his chest. An open hit. And a lethal one at that. Cain may not be strong, but he knew just where and how to strike. The senior staggered to the side, a loud grunt escaping his lips. That knee strike had hit hard, perhaps cracking a few of his ribs. Perhaps.

"What the fuck?!"

The larger male doubled over, clutching at his right lower body, before looking back up at Cain. Bad choice. The Junior was already moving down upon him. And he was in the air too. At least, slightly. His left leg was stretched all the way up, the Junior turning in an anti-clockwise direction as he sent his left heel then driving downwards onto the back of the man's head. However, it seemed that the man had recovered. Well, understandable. He was a football player, after all. His hands went up, catching Cain's ax kick with much ease.

Oh, shit.

Cain then found himself being pulled off the ground and swung around like a rag doll, his back soon finding the wall of the warehouse then. His back bounced off the wall, but soon found it again as the man pinned him back on it with a left hand, his right hand reeled back. And he threw it forward, finding Cain's left cheek. That was going to leave a bruise. He reeled it back once more. However, this time, Cain was prepared. As he threw it forward, he leaned his head to the side, the fist brushing past him and finding the wall. A yelp escaped the senior's lips as he staggered back. NOW!

Cain pushed off the wall, taking into the air once more. This time, though, was a little different, as he snapped his right leg upwards, finding the underside of the man's chin, his head jerking backwards, the motion hard enough to daze him as he staggered backwards, blood trailing from his lips as some of his teeth had been knocked loose. Cain landed, watching as he fell on his back. He was still conscious, as evident from his groaning, but it did not seem like was going to get back up.

Now that he was taken care of, time to help the girl. He walked over to her, kneeling down by her side. Well, she was unconscious, that much Cain could tell. Whatever he had drugged her with, it was pretty strong. And her shoulder was bleeding a bit too. Cain glanced up, noticing the nail that stuck out from where she had been pinned against earlier. He gritted his teeth. He looked at her for a moment, before uttering a soft apology.

His hands reached forward then, ripping off the lower half of her shirt, making sure that it was a long strip of cloth. And with that, he proceeded to tie it around her wound. Cain was in the middle of a rave party. There was no proper medical supplies here, so Cain was going to have to get her somewhere where he could properly clean her up. With that, he removed his leather jacket and put it over his shoulders, letting the uninjured arm go into the sleeve to prevent it from falling off.

He reached towards her bottom then. No, he was not that kind of guy. He pulled out a wallet, searching through it. A couple of bucks, but no ID.

"Ah, great. I'm helping a stranger."

He sighed, before placing the wallet back in her pocket. Well, first thing's first, the wound. With that, he proceeded to place his arms under her upper body and legs, taking note to apply the proper pressure on her wounded shoulder. His home was not too far off, after all.

The rest would be summarised, as the partially drunk Cain brought the girl to his home, much due to the fact that he had no money to pay for the medical fees and also that they were both drunk teenagers. They could get arrested. Yeah. Once in their home, Cain would lay her down on his bed, remove the make-shift cloth, and wash her wound. Of course, he would have to take off her shirt to do just that, but let's keep that a secret, eh? After washing her wound, he would then place a proper bandage around her shoulder, before putting on her one of his tank tops. A white one too. What happened to her shirt? Well, Cain placed it at the base of the bed after cleaning it, just in case she still wanted a ripped shirt. You never know.

And a blanket was placed over her sleeping person as Cain then proceeded to tend to himself. He still had a bruised cheek, after all. Where would he be then? Well, he actually fell asleep by the base of the bed, a pack of ice beside him and a bruise on his right cheek.

[Zen]

She woke up for brief periiods of time throughout everything that was going on. Her hair blocking most of it from view and her vision providing to stop her from seeing anything at all. She was then back out, the only things she really knew after that was that she was touched, moved and that she felt pain in her shoulder. That was about it....Then, somewhere around midnight or perhaps one in the morning, she finally started to come awake, a soft whimper and groan escaping her as her hand came up to push her long stray locks out of her face. Those almond eyes fluttering open to find herself in a dark, and strange room, the sounds of another breathing, causing her to draw the covers up over her even more in a subconcious manner.

Her feet pushing herself up so that she ended up with her back against the headboard of the bed and pain shooting through her as she felt a sting on her shoulder.

What the hell had happened last night? Or..tonight? What time was it? Where was she?

Finally her eyes began to focus on a guy, though she did not know who he was or what was going on. For all her tough acting and talking she had always been careful, never slept with anyone. It was just her thing. She wanted to wait. Sure, she had made a habit of making people think differently but yeah....

Now fear washed over her as the realization that she may have done such a thing hit her. Her hand rubbed over her face, wincing slightly as she felt another sore spot on her cheek. This only added to the confusion. Did he do something to her? She remembered the party...and feeling drunk....way too fast....a guy grabbing her......

Normally she would have struck out during such a situation, but honestly, she was terrified of what she did not remember.....Tears welled up in her eyes as she let out another, much louder whimper and started to tremble...especially when she noted that the shirt she had on was not her own.

If this guy was the one to do what she thought was done to her, then there was no being brave at this point....If he was not, then again, what good would it do to pretend that she was tough....This was something she had never thought to catch herself in..but yet here she was.........

The tough exterior gone for now as she felt a warm streak of tears roll down from the corner of her eyes.....

Her voice soft and hushed as she reached out to nudge the guy with her foot, lightly...afraid that if he was mean he would start hitting her again.....at least she guessed that is what happened....

"W..What ha...happened to me?"

Either way, whoever he was, whatever had happened, she needed to know........It was just a matter of having to find some sanity in all this madness she felt at the moment.

[Cain]

The more uncomfortable your sleeping position is, the easier it would actually be to wake you up. However, Cain was slightly drunk that night, and the fact that he was tired after having tussled with a football player and carry a girl, despite how light she was, home only served to deepen his slumber. When she hit her head against the headboard, Cain was nudged to a subconscious state of slumber in that his mind was awake, but his body was asleep still, his eyes flickering open for a short brief moment before closing again. Yeah, he was that tired.

However, as she nudged the back of his head, Cain was finally awake, his head falling forward more than he would have liked as he let out a soft grunt. What the hell? As far as he knew, he was asleep in his room, supposedly alone as he was still recovering from exhaustion messing with his memory. He reached up with his right hand, clutching the back of his head as he turned around.

"What th-"

Cain turned to find himself looking at his bed. He was asleep off his bed? What the hell? And there, on his bed, sat a girl who looked completely miserable, causing Cain to widen his eyes slightly, the Junior as confused as he could ever be. However, he noticed soon enough at how familiar she looked and slowly, his memory came back to him. Ah, yes, the rave party last night, the football player, the alcohol, the supposed fights that Cain wanted to participate and finally, the drugged girl that he had brought home to tend.

"W..What ha...happened to me?"

She was crying? Well, understandable, as Cain thought hard upon it. Here she was, having recovered from unconscious, triggered by both drugs and alcohol, in a room unknown to her and in clothes stranger to her too. She was still wearing her leather pants, but the shirt that she wore was ripped at the base of her bed, and the boots near the entrance to Cain's apartment. He turned around, facing her completely but staying on his knees, placing his hands on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Uhm, you don't remember much, do you?"

Cain sighed. Cain could not tell really if she could. She was crying, and there were plenty of reasons that she could be doing so. Whether she remembered or not, Cain knew that he would have to explain it to her anyway. Might as well get started now, right?

"Uhm, you were drunk at a rave party earlier and got dragged away by one of the Seniors and he was pretty much having his way with you. I tried to stop him, but you pretty much fainted after that. And you cut your shoulder too, so after I, uhm, took care of the guy-" Subconsciously, his left hand went up to the obvious bruise on his left cheek, before going back down as he realised what he was doing. "- I kinda used your shirt to bandage up your wounds, but it wasn't proper, so I kinda brought you back here, tended to the cut, yeah."

Well, that was done. Of course, he did leave out some details, like him taking off her shirt and replacing it with another one. It had been quite an awkward moment, after all. Cain was not used to taking care of other people, especially in the way he had done to her. As friendly as he was, there was actually a limit to how much he was willing to do. Apparently, alcohol was enough to bypass that limit. As weird as that sounded. Yeah.

"Uhm... You feeling better?"

Yeah, he finally asked.

[Zen]

As he finally began to wake up, she scooted a bit further up onto the bed. Not that it did much to get her away from him. Then as he placed his hands on the bed, those almond colored eyes locked onto him, watching every move. Still a bit unsure of what had happened.

Then he began to speak, and it all slowly started to come back. At least little flashes of memory here and there. Some of it not making much sense, but the blurred vision of the guy who had taken her outside standing out in her mind. So it had not been this guy......

As his hand came up to touch upon the bruise he suffered, she felt a tinge of guilt. She had caused him a great deal of trouble, she could tell by the manner in which he spoke. It was enough to cause her to bite her lower lip nervously and slowly let her guard down.

Not much. But enough to at least relax her grip on the blanket which she held so tightly to her. Then he finished, and though she later certain details he had skipped would cross her mind, she was still very tired, and a bit out of it. The drug, whatever it had been working itself out of her system but the after effects having their way with her mind at the moment.

Then he was done, and as he looked at her, she heard him speak, but her eyes were focused on the bruise on his face...Leaning forward, her small, delicate hand slipped out from beneath the blanket as she leaned foward just slightly. The tips of her fingers offering the lightest touch to the area in which he had been hurt, all the while pain surging through her shoulder and only succeeding in deepening her guilt.

Ignoring his question, at least for the time being, she pulled her hand back, dropping her gaze away from him with a bit of shame in her composure.

"Sorry."

Was she sorry for what had happened? For causing him so much trouble? Or for touching him just then? Hell she was not even sure at the moment. She just knew she was sorry.

"Thank you...."

She tried to think clearly on what to do, but her hands were trembling heavily as the realization of what almost happened sunk in. Yet she could not help but think that she was nothing more than a burden at this point. Pulling the blankets back from herself, she tried to shift her body and stand.

"I..I should..leave...I don't wanna bother you more than I have already."

Her feet touching the floor as she rose upward, only to be assaulted by a wave of dizziness, causing her to stumble and reach out, grabbing the wall for support as she closed her eyes and tried to steady herself...A wave of nausea hitting her then and making her whimper softly. She was so tired, and for all intensive purposes she felt like shit.....

For now, she remained standing, though her knees grew weaker with every second she remained in this upright position...Her entire body trembling from the night's earlier events....She just knew she did not need some random guy hating her cause she caused too much trouble....

[Cain]

Well, she didn't really answer his last question. However, from the way she seemed to have relaxed, Cain figured that she was feeling better. At least there was something to be relieved at. A soft sigh escaped Cain's lips, knowing then that the tension and mistrust she was feeling towards had lightened, even if just a bit. With that in mind, Cain knew he no longer had to hide behind the bed and was about to stand up when she moved towards him. Curious, he raised his head to look at her, watching as she leaned towards him with an arm raised.

And lightly, she touched the bruise. It should have been painful, but after spending an hour putting ice on it, the place had gone quite numb. However, that did not mean it was painless, as a soft hiss escaped his lips upon impact. Despite that, he did not jerk his head away, instead keeping his eyes locked onto hers. Then, he noticed that it was her wounded arm that she was moving. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Sorry."

Uhm, sorry? Cain let one eyebrow raise as he looked at her, feeling quite awkward then. He was unsure really what she was saying sorry for, but due to its timing, he figured it was because of the touch of his bruise.

"Uhm, it's ok. I'm used to injuries like this."

"Thank you...."

"It's nothing. Now, just stay there and re-"

"I..I should..leave...I don't wanna bother you more than I have already."

"Hey, hey!"

Cain would leap up from his crouching position, sliding quickly over to her as she staggered to the side, finding support with the wall. Well, not for long, that is, until Cain moved forward, placing both hands on her shoulders and gently pulling her to him, letting her lean against his body if she wanted to. And she did, allowing Cain to hold her steady then and release some pressure on both her arms and her legs. He knew she was tired, just as he was. However, unlike him, she was recovering from the effects of the drug.

"Careful now. The drug apparently hasn't worn off. You'll have to lie down until it does."

Whether she listened to him or not, Cain would lead her back to the bed, letting her lie down with her own effort, but keeping his hands near just in case she lost her balance once more. He knew how it awkward it felt being taken care of, so Cain wanted to let her be comfortable at some point by letting her do some things herself too. Besides, Cain still felt awkward around her. They barely knew each other... Speaking of that.

"By the way, my name's Cain. Cain Aurelius."

He smiled as he sat himself down on the base of the bed, by her feet were she to lie down. He placed both elbows on his knees then as he leaned forward, his head tilted and his eyes looking into hers. It was only then was he able to get a good look at her face, for most of the time, he had only been focused on her welfare, and on his bruise. Now that she was lying down and resting once more, and the moon was shining through the window, Cain had a good look at her face. She had a tanned complexion and long brown hair, looking much like those exotic beauties people always talked about.

She was attractive, to say the least. Very attractive.

"Uhm, and don't worry about it. You weren't a bother. And you aren't going to be. Just passing out a helping hand, that's all. Now, stay put, alright? Imma go get a glass of water."

And with a grunt, Cain got back up onto his feet, the vocal expression indicating how exhausted he was. As light as she was, Cain did not have much strength to boast with. He was much faster than he was stronger. Almost sluggishly, Cain paced forward towards the entrance of his room, opening it with his right hand.

"I'll leave the door open, so just call me if you need anything."

And without another word, he would proceed towards the kitchen, placing the bag of ice that he had picked up as he was leaving the room back into the fridge, before pouring out two glasses of water. One, he poured down in one go, and the other, he brought into the room. He had only been gone for like almost two minutes. Dragging himself back to her, he placed the glass of water on the night stand, beside the bed, before sitting himself back down to where he was earlier.

[Zen]

She felt her body pulled away from the wall, his arms wrapping about her enough so that she was not forced to try and stand on her own strength alone any longer. A little whimper escaping her as the wave of nausea hit once more and she found herself laying her head against his chest, her hand gripping him slightly in order to steady herself...Or perhaps because in the current situation he made her feel safe when she was so shaken up over what had gone on.

Either way, she listened to his words, letting him lead her back to the bed, where she all too willingly crawled back onto and laid down. Then he sat there at the foot of the bed, unable to hide how tired he himself seemed to be. It did nothing to ease the guilt she already felt, which only aided in the rolling of her stomach.

Just then she noticed his eyes on her, a different look held within them, as though he was seeing her for the first time after all that had gone on.

"My names Zen Maddox."

She never bothered to give her full name, it was just a waste of time. She liked being called Zen, and that was all there was to it. Then he pushed himself up, a grunt sounding at the simple effort he made...Leaving the room to go and get some water.

He was not gone long, but in the time he was gone, she had let her hand trail over her stomach, the pants she wore were for fashion, not comfort, and the bind they put on her was only making her feel worse.....So, never one to really be modest, because that was just not her style, she moved her hands to undo her pants, slipping them off and sitting up to lay them with her ruined shirt. She then laid back, now in just his shirt, and a pair of boycut underwear. Her legs shifting to push the covers away from her as she felt heat surging through her. Most likely from the drug....

Just then, he returned with two glasses of water, setting one down for her on the nightstand beside the bed. It was not much to say she was thirsty, and she eagerly took the water and drank about half the glass before setting it back down....

It was then, that those eyes again found him and his tired form. Once again, she found herself biting her lip nervously. She needed rest, but she could not stop her hands from shaking. She was scared to even think of passing out......

Finally, she reached out, her small hand grasping his wrist and tugging softly in an attempt to get him to lay down with her. Sure, they had never met, but he had saved her from something that would have ruined her life, and he had taken care of her.

Not to mention the fact that Zen was anything but shy. Besides, they had clothes on. So yeah, no worries.

"Please....."

She did not have to say more, because her intentions were clear as she scooted herself over to make enough room for him. Normally, in a different state of being, she would have never acted like this. But he had seen her at possibly her weakest, and he had saved her....what more could one expect?

As he laid down, she shifted her body to lay on her side, her head coming to rest against his chest as her hair fell over her face once more. The scent of honey and vanilla filling the air between them as she placed one thigh over his own, her leg curled up just slightly.

It was a matter of him needing rest just as much as she did, trying to make them both fit on the same bed, and the fact that right now he made her feel safe.

Letting out a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, her hand resting on his stomach lightly.

"It is nice to meet you Cain...."

Her tone soft as she drew in a light breath, his own scent filling her senses though she tried to ignore it. Dont think she had missed how good looking he was. No, she had noted that when he had come back into the room.....But yeah, soooo not going to act upon that at the moment. She did not need to be thrown out in her current condition....heh

[Cain]

Zen Maddox, huh? Didn't sound local. And from her appearance, she didn't seem American either. Perhaps European, or South America, considering her skin color? Maybe. Whatever it was, Cain would find out sooner or later. Anyway, it was nice to know that he finally had a name to address her with. It was the first step, he figured. They weren't strangers anymore. He smiled, giving a nod to acknowledge her name as he turned his eyes away from her then, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. Or at least, he thought she was. He closed his eyes then, trying to sleep in that uncomfortable position, knowing that his back was going to kill him when he woke up.

However, his eyes would snap open as he felt something touch his wrist. He was wearing his white tank top then, and his denim jeans still, not having had the time to change his attire since coming home. He turned his head to look towards her, noticing as she tugged at his arm. Was she trying to get him to lay down with her? Cain's eyes widened slightly in surprise. And it was only ten minutes ago that she was trying her best to be as far away from him as possible. Cain was still thinking about it, when she finally said it.

"Please..."

Cain couldn't really reject her request now, could he? He sighed, nodding his head as he turned and pulled himself up to the side of the bed, onto the space that she had made for him. The bed was not really that big, perhaps enough for two people if they snuggled against each other. Or three, even. Well, this was awkward enough for Cain already. However, it seemed that she was far from over as she proceeded to squeeze into Cain's arm and lie her head on his chest. He looked at her, before succumbing to her request and his inner desires then, his hand coming around her body and placing itself upon her injured shoulder, being careful not to press down on it. He knew it could still potentially hurt, and the wound could open anytime.

Her hand would place itself on his stomach, and it would stay there idly on its own. At least, for a while, as Cain closed his eyes then, taking the next big risk as he grabbed her hand in his other hand, as if reassuring her that he was indeed there. To hell with it, if she was going to move like this, he might as well flow along, right? It was funny, really. It was their first time meeting, and yet they were acting as if they had known each other quite well for quite a time.

Cain then opened his eyes as he looked down upon her, his eyes however catching something of interest through the opening that her body caused upon the blanket, as he looked inside what was under it. His eyes widened slightly. She was not wearing any pants? His eyes moved to her.

"It is nice to meet you Cain...."
"It's nice to meet you too, Zen..."

He would reply softly as his hand, the one holding hers, came up to her chin, gently pushing it upwards so that their noses were pointing at the other. And he looked into her eyes, giving her a soft and hospital smile.

[Zen]

As she snuggled herself into him, she felt his body finally relax and his arm wrap lightly around her, taking care not to hurt her wounded shoulder. Then, his other hand was upon her own, the heat of his touch bringing a soft, somewhat sleepy smile to her lips.

It was amazing how certain circumstances could draw people together faster than normal meetings would.

But then his hand moved, as he spoke, the touch of his fingers upon her chin causing her eyes to slide open once more as her head was lifted to look at him once more.

As her almond eyes looked into his own, she would return the smile as she let her leg shift, causing her thigh to rub up his own as she pushed herself up, her hand on his stomach coming up and resting gently against his cheek, the side which was not bruised. A smile of her own was given to meet his, leaning inward to place a gentle brush of her lips against the corner of his own.

She would then pull back, eyes lingering upon his own for a moment as she soaked up the color of them, the features of his face...Then, she moved to lay her head on his shoulder, her face nuzzling into the side of his neck as her heated breath fell against his flesh.

A gentle whisper slipping out, her hand sliding down from his face to rest upon his chest.

"I am safe with you...."

She did not say this as a question, but more as a statement of how she felt, clear in the tone she used.....

Her eyes falling closed once more as she breathed in his scent. She was attracted to him...yes....and given he had saved her, she was even more so.....But she yeah, she figured that she was pushing it now as it was...So for now, she simply pressed her body tightly against him.....

Another gentle shift of her leg, her thigh now lowering down further over his own as she shifted to get comfortable. The hand on his chest would trace over such lightly and in an idle fashion.

Even as she rested, her breath continued to fall lightly over his flesh, her hair once more covering her face partially and fanning out onto the pillow and his arm behind her.....

She knew that she was letting him see a side of her that none ever had, but she figured that given all he had done for her, and the state in which he found her, that he deserved more than the cold and somewhat mean exterior that she usually gave to people. She tried to shut them out and though tomorrow she would most likely go back to doing such, for tonight, the softer side of Zen had shown itself for the first time in years.

[Cain]

Her eyes, the color of them, it simply pulled Cain in. And he realised he could not explain why. They just did. Well, then again, the best attractions are those unexplained, right? Cain hoped that was the case here, for the awkwardness that he used to feel around her was getting replaced slowly by comfort. How she was doing it, it mattered not to him. What mattered was that she was slowly crawling her way into his heart, a place that had never been treaded before. Yes, Cain never had such a relationship with anyone before. He felt her thigh rub against his, and remembering that she wore no pants only served to cause Cain to blush slightly. Yup, you guessed it. The fight-loving and hyperactive boy was actually a shy little individual. Then, the hand that was on his chest moved up to his cheek, as his own free hand moved to her neck, cupping around it gently, as they almost kissed.

Her body warmth, his own person was enjoying it all. Her smile, her eyes, they seemed to find its way through his chest and into his heart. It was all so... Unusual. Then, she placed her face by his neck, her breathe coming down upon his neck, the warmth enough to send shivers down his spine. She was really finding his way to him, wasn't she? It was obvious that Cain did not have much experience in close proximity with girls, considering how shaky he was acting, but he tried to stay firm. Then, she said a few words that really sent Cain's heart into a rush.

"I am safe with you...."

He looked towards her, his body warming up considerably as he felt his heart beat hard against his chest. Did she actually say that? To a person she just met? Was she still drunk, or was she really meaning it? Well, either way, it had worked its magic on Cain.

"... Then I'll do my best to keep you safe."

She continued to move over him, every contact between their bodies sending jolts surging through his body. She was really doing well here, wasn't she? Cain turned to her then as she rested her face on his shoulder, leaning his head back so that he could get a proper look at her. At that, with his hand on her shoulder, he pulled her up slightly a little more as he looked deep into her eyes. Whether it was the alcohol leading him forward or something stronger, he could never understand then, as the Junior leaned his own head forward.

He closed his eyes, letting his body lead him for the next few moments then as after just a short moment of having to get to know each other, they actually moved up to first base. Yes, as Cain leaned forward, he let his lips touch hers. He knew that she had just went through such a thing, only the first one had been forced upon her and she may not have been comfortable with it.

Taking note of that, Cain made sure to be gentle and express more passion than lust as he slowly kissed her. With one hand around her shoulder to support her, he placed the other on her lower back, his fingers trailing across it gently, as if getting a feel of her body. And boy, was it lean. Cain could feel the muscle under the soft skin of her body.

And they still had their clothes on. No censorship just yet, people. Bear with me now.

[Zen]

She felt his heart begin to beat heavier beneath her hand, his own hand now resting upon her in a more gentle and sensual manner. Again she felt him move and her eyes opened, once more finding their way to gaze upon his own.

She was not very experienced with this sort of thing, but as she felt the temperature of his body rise slightly beneath her touch, saw the look in his eyes and noted the direction in which his headd was shifting....she knew what was coming next....

Was it the alcohol, or the drug that held her in place as she felt his lips touch upon her own? She was not sure....But the words he had spoken and the way his kiss sent her own heart racing was something she was certain did not come from the after effects of a night out drinking.....

No, she had meant her words, and he had meant his and as he kissed her, she noted the passion in it, and found herself shifting more into him, returning the kiss as her hand trailed softly over his neck.

Then she felt his hand on her back, his fingers tracing over her flesh and making her want to be closer to him. Her thigh shifting upward in a slow and sensual motion, a soft, delicate moan escaping from the back of her throat......

She trembled ever so lightly, though not from fear, but from the sheer pleasure of the moment. She was never one to let people get close, too afraid of them hurting her, and even as those thoughts crossed her mind she still continued to kiss him...to brush against him.....to hold her body tightly against his.....

Finally, she broke the contact of their lips her hand moving from his neck, and sliding upward under his shirt, her silken touch sliding along his side as she trembled once more....The feel of his flesh, the defined muscular features.....it drew her in, though already she was hooked. He had a hold on the secret part of her that she kept hidden, a side she had thought, up until now was shameful and weak......

It was not long that she kept apart from him, soon enough her lips met with his own once more as her thigh continued to shift slowly upward and then back down.....She was unsure what this was leading to, or how she felt about it all, she just knew that in this moment, she wanted this....besides, it was not like they were doing anything really bad.....just....starting to....

[Cain]

Yes, he had taken the risk and had allowed himself to her lips, as he gently allowed his lips to grind against hers, being careful not to be too rough. At that moment, Cain allowed himself comfort in knowing that he was doing this to help her forget what had happened earlier. Of course, it may be something else. Something more special and stronger, but the events were unfolding themselves way too fast for the young Junior to contemplate. He literally had no time to think about what they were doing then. He was just letting his body and male instincts take over as he allowed her to feel as much pleasure was he was feeling then.

And fortunately for the boy, she returned his kiss. Cain was glad. At least now he knew that she was comfortable with it. He no longer had to worry about pushing her into something that she did not want to do; at least, not yet. Then again, it could just be the after-effects of the party that was driving the two into such a passionate drive. Though, such were things that Cain cared not about anymore. Here he was, making out with an incredibly hot girl, on his own bed. Those were the things that were in his head now.

Passion, lust, need; they had replaced the rational functions of Cain’s brain. Honestly, he had never felt like this before, so he was unsure of how to go with it. Hell, he was just going with the flow now, allowing himself to follow and attain whatever his body wanted. Yeah. It was all about what his body wanted now. And what his body wanted was her touch. She apparently read his mind as their lips parted, Cain’s eyes opening as they stared into her almond hues. He found himself being drawn into them completely, the Junior drowning himself in the beauty of her eyes. And then, her hand would slide down his body and reach into his shirt, the softness of her hands sending chills throughout his body as a soft and almost inaudible moan escaped his own lips.

Her touch was poison to him, it seemed, as it literally made Cain weak, the Junior finding it hard then to even keep up with her, his hand slowing to a stop. It was not long after did Cain snap back to reality as Zen’s lips found his once more. Her thigh continued to rub against his, as he felt an unusual amount of heat generate at his waist. Yup, you can only guess what it was. However, his jeans seemed fitting enough, and it held it down. Censored, still, of course.

Cain’s lips would stay on hers for long, however, as he trailed down then, his lips leaving saliva upon her chin, his neck straining as much as he could. His lips made their way down past her chin, onto her throat, before sliding to the side as they came upon the side of her neck, the young male brushing his lips against her flesh there, before biting her neck through his lips; that is, he placed his lips between his teeth and the skin of her neck. And no, it was not just one bite, no. Cain would plant a handful and on different parts on that side of the neck too, as both of his hands then would trail down her back, pressing through the fabric of the shirt she wore, before sliding in from the bottom. He would then slide them upwards, the shirt folding up to reveal her lower stomach, Cain’s fingers indulging themselves then with her soft skin and firm body.

You really had to wonder what would happen in the future now, wouldn’t you? Well, it was evident what was going to happen for the rest of the night, though a few bumps would be experienced, due to her shoulder. The referenced future would be the next morning, when the two would wake up and find themselves in the arms of a stranger. Would the feelings they had experienced that night continue on and allow something special to develop between the two of them, or would the innocent rationality of teenagers return to claim them and drag them apart momentarily, forcing them to refer to the experience as a ‘one night stand’? Yeah, you really had to wonder.

[Zen]

She shifted her body to allow him to move as was desired, her head tilting slightly as she felt his lips break away from her own and trail downward over her chin, then to her neck. The soft bites he offered brought forth another soft, sensual moan as she closed her eyes and let forth a heated breath of passion. Her hair falling down into her face, though at this moment she did not care.

She was not sure what she was doing either, she was not exactly experienced in this sort of thing......

Would that bother him? She knew that guys liked girls with more experience sometimes.....but honestly, in this moment she did not care. It was a strange feeling, to be drawn to somebody so deeply when you had only just met...but he had in a sense saved her life....for even though she would have survived the night the guy who drugged her had in mind, she would have been ruined afterward.....The one thing pure and innocent she still held onto would have been taken from her.....

Yet here she was, with this guy, and unable to stop herself. She knew, almost the instant his fingers brushed up under her shirt, tracing over her delicate flesh, that it was not the effects of the alcohol or the drug that were making her want this....It was him....But she was scared......To say that she was not would be a lie....

What would happen in the morning? When they both woke up and realized everything that had happened....would he be some guy that just looked upon her as a conquest? Or would he think differently of her?

The rational part of her mind, however little it was at this point, said that he would not be the type to say "thanks for the good time now get out"....THOSE kind of guys did not save a girl they had never met....did not touch a girl the way he seemed to be touching her....

It was not hunger that drove him, but something else...the same thing which lit a fire deep inside her and caused her entire body to react to every touch he offered.....She now turned her body, laying upon her back and gently suggesting with her touch that he follow to lay partially atop her....Her hands working to slowly pull his shirt free from his body over his head so that her hands could slide delicately down over his chest and around to his back, brushing just the tips of her fingers from the base of his neck downward......

Her heart was racing, and she knew that she should tell him she had never done this before, but the words refused to come...Lost in a mixture of passion and desire the likes of which she had thought only existed for others...never herself.....

It was then her leg would bend upward just enough to brush her thigh against his bare side....only for a moment as she opened her eyes to look at him...The moonlight seeming to make them shimmer softly as just a few locks of hair fell to distort her vision....

Finally the words came..but they were not the ones she had been wanting to say, but something that even, in their heated and whispered out tone, surprised her.....

"I...want you to know....I want you....Not because of the beer...or the drug...."

She bit her lip, giving her an almost innocent look, which matched her perfectly in this moment.......Her hand coming up to brush the back of her knuckles lightly against his cheek...drawing his attention hopefully upward to her eyes......

"but because of you......."

It seemed like a silly thing to say she was sure, and the worst thing that could happen was he would laugh at her and just try to continue on......But, she had always wanted this kind of attraction...this kind of passion.....she wanted the first time she did this sort of thing to be special, and though it was not with somebody she loved, it was with somebody that she felt this undeniable bond with......She just...needed to know that it was the same for him.......that she was not some one night stand that he would joke with his buddies about the next day........